Broken...beyond repair

Chapter 7 - Angry is an understatement

I woke up at seven o'clock and was surprisingly satisfied with the little sleep I had had. We had gone to bed at one in the morning but my nightmares played a big part in me jumping out of bed. They were unusually clear today and were haunting me even with my eyes wide open. In order to wash away the dream I jumped into the shower putting the water on cold.

After ten minutes I stepped out shivering but found images of my dad at the top of my head. I closed my eyes trying to get rid of the picture of my dad dead. I shook my head. It was no use.

I went downstairs after getting ready and made myself a coffee as I entered the kitchen. Probably due to the fact it was a Sunday nobody was up yet. I wish someone was though, to distract me from my nightmare. I thought the theory of nightmares was that they ended after you were out of bed.

Just as I finished my coffee aunt Heather walked in.

"What are you doing up so early?"

I shrugged, "I thought I might go to the graveyard"

This in fact was something I had just decided on before she walked in. Aunt Heather looked a little awkward though, "Er...you know you have to ask Dylan right?"

What? I had to ask Dylan? What the-

"I didn't-"  Aunt Heather said hastily obviously seeing the anger on my face or eyes. I cut her off though,

"It doesn't matter I'll ask him" I said softening my voice a little. It wasn't her fault. She looked relieved but I could tell something was bothering her. I asked her and she replied, "It's just...your eyes...they turned red"

I smiled and explained my condition. She would have to know if we'd be living together.

"You might want to go now. He's in his office" She said after a while.

I nodded getting up. I had to get this over with I thought as I walked to what I had always remembered as Uncle John's office. I obviously hadn't been the first one up as I had thought. As I entered the office I was a little taken back to see how different it was from the first time I had been in. It now was furnished fully with a few frames hung up aswell. It looked quite homey contrasting to any word I would describe Dylan as.

"Yes?"

The husky voice interrupted my thoughts abruptly and caused me to look at the figure at the desk. He was looking down at some papers not looking up at my entrance.

"I'm going to go to the graveyard today" I said. I deliberately didn't shape it as a question.

"No"                

The answer was short and had hit me hard.

"What do you mean 'no' I didn't ask you for your permission"

"Then why are you here?" I could hear the smirk in his voice and it annoyed me. He was still looking at his stupid papers.

"I was just letting you know so you wouldn't get worried"

The lie sounded pathetic even to my own ears.

"And why would I be worried?"

I could hear the tease in his voice. Urgh! Why was he so irritating!

I turned on my heel to walk out of the room, "Well I'm going anyway. Whether you like it or not!"

"No you're not"

I turned my head to look back at him and to give him the most dirtiest look I could muster. It was wasted though as he still hadn't looked up.

"You're not what?" I heard a voice at the door say. As I looked to the person who had asked the question I realised that Will was addressing me. I didn't answer as he stepped into the office. He raised his eyebrows waiting for my reply. I didn't reply though. Instead I walked passed him and stormed out of the room slamming the door behind me. I was so freaking frustrated! Who the hell did he think he was!