"I hate her, I hate her, I hate her, and for the fourth damn time I fucking hate her!" I pulled at my strawberry blond locks like a mad woman. "Does that help you enough?"
"Not really." Matt said, rolling his eyes. "Elaborate please."
"She's a telekinisian, she could kill any one of us at any time!" I said, biting my lip to stop from cursing again. It was then that I thanked God that glass had sliced open my upper lip and not my lower. "She should have died in that crash." The metallic taste of blood still hung on my tongue like a leech.
"Then why are you wearing a cross?" Matt said, shaking his unkempt black locks out of his eyes. His fingers drummed on the arms of the chair. "And why the Hell are you even here?"
"First, I have no clue why you ask that." I asked, breathing in the disgusting odor that was antiseptic. "Second, I'm waiting for..." I trailed off, hoping he'd get my drift.
"Waiting for who?" His eyes said it all. They were drilling into me like the very face of death.
"Waiting for my uncle." I said, chomping down on my lower lip with such force I was surprised blood didn't spurt out.
"Who is..."
"Inez's father!" I burst out of my seat. "The father of a woman I want dead who will probably disown me after realizing what I did!" I could feel my eyebrows twitch up and down on my forehead. "And no, I do not deserve this obsidian cross that rests on my chest!" My chest tightened, trying to hold back the sob that my heart had been hiding all this time.
"Not really." Matt said, rolling his eyes. "Elaborate please."
"She's a telekinisian, she could kill any one of us at any time!" I said, biting my lip to stop from cursing again. It was then that I thanked God that glass had sliced open my upper lip and not my lower. "She should have died in that crash." The metallic taste of blood still hung on my tongue like a leech.
"Then why are you wearing a cross?" Matt said, shaking his unkempt black locks out of his eyes. His fingers drummed on the arms of the chair. "And why the Hell are you even here?"
"First, I have no clue why you ask that." I asked, breathing in the disgusting odor that was antiseptic. "Second, I'm waiting for..." I trailed off, hoping he'd get my drift.
"Waiting for who?" His eyes said it all. They were drilling into me like the very face of death.
"Waiting for my uncle." I said, chomping down on my lower lip with such force I was surprised blood didn't spurt out.
"Who is..."
"Inez's father!" I burst out of my seat. "The father of a woman I want dead who will probably disown me after realizing what I did!" I could feel my eyebrows twitch up and down on my forehead. "And no, I do not deserve this obsidian cross that rests on my chest!" My chest tightened, trying to hold back the sob that my heart had been hiding all this time.
