Invisible

Chapter 2: Rebel

~Blaze~

I was gonna kill the little twerp.

Okay, not really. That would upset my mom, which would piss off my dads. Yes, I said dads. I have nine. I don't have to explain it to you. If you don't like it, fuck off.

"Angelos!" I bellowed through the house, good thing I inherited my dad's loud voice. Seriously, when I got my hands on that kid. I grabbed my old, beat up, leather biker jacket, the one with all the buckles and zippers, off the bed post, my backpack off the floor, and my aviators off the nightstand then headed downstairs. The leather jacket had been an attic find a couple years ago. Mom had sent me up there looking for something and I saw it hanging out of one of the really old boxes in a corner. Mom saved everything. I think it might have been my dad's once. After dropping my padlocked backpack and the leather jacket on the ceramic tile of the foyer, I headed to the kitchen. It was a good bet the mini mountain was in there, eating his weight in breakfast. I swear if it wasn't for the fact that the kid was huge for a six year old and had the same olive skin as Dad Silas, I would think he was Dad Luke's kid with all the practical jokes he liked to play. I stormed into the brightly lit kitchen, a scowl on my face.

"Where is it, you little twerp?" Angelos' eyes went wide with feigned innocence as he continued to stuff eggs into his mouth. He shrugged his shoulders and shook his head like he had no idea what I was talking about. Next to him, Zoey snickered. I shot the little blonde menace a glare, positive she'd been in on this. She was Dad Luke's kid.

"I know it was you. Give me the key to that damn padlock you put on my backpack, " I was growling at him but he just grinned and shrugged again. Zoey buried her face against his shoulder, shaking with laughter. Nothing scared these two.

"Where is it, you little monsters?" I growled again,lunging at them with the intent to tickle the key out of the pair. I never got near them though. I was brought to an abrupt stop by someone yanking on the neck of the black shirt I wore. I whipped around, glaring, to find my brother Scott. His emerald green eyes speared me with the same stern look Dad Kota used.

"Don't even think about laying a hand on them, Blaze." What the hell? Did he really think I would hurt my little brother and sister?! I shoved him away from me and he crashed into his twin Mal.

"Piss off, Scott!" I yelled at him. God! The guy made me so damn mad! He and Malory always thought the worst of me! "They put a fucking padlock on my backpack!" I knew I was going to end up with the whole family in kitchen but I didn't care.

"That doesn't give you the right to attack them. They're just kids Blaze." His voice was deadly calm as he adjusted his glasses, a habit of his when he was supremely annoyed, which meant he did it all the time when dealing with me.

"You think I don't know that! I'm not fucking blind you asshole!" I took a couple steps toward him but stopped when Mal visibly flinched. My chest was heaving, my shoulders tight, my whole body tensed up with anger. I was about five seconds from punching Scott. I would never hurt my little brothers and sisters or Malory but Scott was older than me and could hold his own, so I had no problems punching him. Especially when he pissed me off.

Then a tiny hand slipped into mine, tugging to get my attention. I looked down to find my littlest sister, tiny, five year old Eleanor. Her dark blonde hair was neatly combed into two curling pigtails, each tied with a blue and green plaid ribbon that matched her pleated, knee length skirt. Her white, poofy sleeved blouse was buttoned up to the tip of it's lace color. Black rimmed glasses framed piercing grey eyes and black knee socks and mary janes topped off her outfit. I smiled and crouched down in front of her. The outfit was classic Eleanor.