Chapter 6:

★★JAYDEN★★

 I rested for a while in the bushes before going home.

      My house smells of old food. I switched on the light and staggered to my room.

       I feel so lazy. I looked at the wound on my back, it's so painful, did she take out my flesh along with the scissors?

        After having a bath, I try to sleep, but I'm having insomnia. I took some pills to help me rest, but it didn't have any effect.

         I walked around, till the time hit 2:00 in the morning. I went to the window.

      The girl who helped me was sitting outside, she was shivering, why would she sit outside at this time?

      I'm not to pity for anyone, I just feel bad for the fact that I forced her to help me and now, maybe her family must have driven her because of that. Which parents do that to their child? Oh... I remember, my father used to do worst to me. He told my mother that he doesn't believe am their son, Maybe their son was changed in the hospital?

        I looked at the scar in my hand. Shit I feel like killing someone now.

      I can remember how bad my father used to treat me, he would lock me in the room without food for days. Mother sneaked to give me food. He always said I was the dull one, but now, I'm so rich that I can buy my whole family, and their property.

       I picked a blanket and took it outside. 

 "Take..." I say as I stretched it to her.

     She opened her eyes, looking at me in surprise...

 "I'm OK, who are you" she said.

    Wait, she's the take out girl from that restaurant. She has the most innocent look, I think she should be about sixteen. 'Jayden, you're so shameless, you forced a teenage girl to help your wounds." My subscious mind scold me.

        She turned her face to the other side. 

 “Her kid...! I call. "I'm trying to help you out so, you don't catch a cold, you're giving me an attitude?"

       She was still quiet. I quickly get pissed off so I walk back home. She can fuckin' freeze to death, I don't care.

       I walk back home feeling sleepy. 

    ★★★

   "Hello Gabriel?" I called. He was yawing over the phone. A lazy man. "Get up you stupid dickhead!" I yelled over the phone.

       "I'm awake! I'm awake boss" he said.

         I opened the bottle of alcohol, smelled it, harsh, just like I prefer.

        I walked to the dinning, sit on the chair and put both my legs on the table.

       "Gabriel, I want you to get me something..."

       "Yes, boss..."

        "I want you to forge a paper of Wayne's construction company-"

 "Boss, isn't that too dangerous?" He interrupted. Gabriel is a fool, a lady.

        "Never interrupt me Gabriel!" I sighed. I need to calm down, I promised myself I won't yell at him again... I try to take a deep breath after drinking a glass of Alcohol. He's doing a great job. 

       'Learn to appreciate Jayden, learn to appreciate' my head try to calm down. I'm even more worked up than normal.

       "Gabriel..." I smile even though he couldn't see that. I'm hiding like rat because of my actions.

    "Can you do it or not?"

      "I'll send someone make it. But how are you going to get him to sign?" 

         I dimmed my eye balls, rubbed my temple "leave That to me." For Letting his bullet touch me, He's going to pay dearly.

          My mind swinged to the girl of last night. She looks so innocent, why would someone maltreat a child.  I'm suddenly hungry. I ordered take out from the restaurant even I don't crave Italian food. Sh was here with the food earlier than I expected.

          I let her knock on the door for a while, admiring her even though she's just a teenager.

         I put on a black shirt, the sore is already bleeding, I'll go to the store to dress it later.

        She looked at me so familiar.  "Good morning from Yanky barss." She greeted politely and tried to avoid my greedy eyes gazing at her.

      She held the food, wanting to hand me the food. I'm so lost in her eyes. Her small form made me go crazy for some reasons. Which is almost impossible in my case. I dislike small women, no offense, I think they're most dangerous.

      I slowly collect the food holding, her hands lightly, she feels so uncomfortable with my touch.

         She removed her hands from mine. Then turned to leave.

       "Stop..." She did. I dipped my hand in my pocket and brought out money "a tip for a job well done." I said with a smile.

I really need to know this girl more. I'm a bully, and I like to bully weak people, its no big deal.