Fates Intertwined

Chapter One: Magic Flying Pigs

Dante's P.O.V

An ordinary person might wake up to the smell of fresh air, the feel of a warm comforting blanket, and all around peace and quiet, but that sure as hell wasn't me, I'm not that lucky. I woke up with a bucket of freezing cold water thrown onto me, the sight of 7 year old my foster brother, Danny, running around my room in nothing but his underwear and a now empty jug in his hand yelling something about magic flying pigs.

I roll out of my blanket and immediately am aware of the cold, as the water trickles down my body all thanks to Danny, who is now sprinting out of my room, probably to the safety of his mother. I take in a breath and I'm instantly hit with the horrendous smell of what I assume to be burnt waffles.

Just another day in this hell hole people call life. The smell of burnt waffles was presumably coming from Suzaine, my foster mom, in the kitchen. She was a really awful cook and was always trying new cooking experiments that somehow almost always ends up with the house nearly burning down to the ground or having the whole family rushing out of the dining room to puke it out. You'd think by now she'd give it up and try something a little safer like I don't know...not cooking, but each time she comes out even more determined than ever. Which means my life always finds a whole new other way to get worse.

"Dante! Get downstairs now before I tell Danny to pour another jug of cold water on you!" Sue yells from the kitchen. I sigh and quickly grab a clean black shirt and ripped jeans from the floor putting them on. I make my way downstairs to the kitchen and I'm not surprised by the sight before me.

Sue has a dishcloth in hand and is trying and evidently  failing to get rid of the smoke from the waffle maker while Danny is still in his underwear, unfazed by the sight in front of him, rubbing the sticky goo, which was meant to be the waffle mix onto himself. I walk past Danny and go to Sue and remove the waffle maker from the plug and thoss the machine outside. I wasn't in a good mood this morning, truth be told I am never in a good mood.

"What did you want?" I ask Sue, a little rudely. "A son that wakes up early and is in a good mood and talks to me while I'm in the kitchen." she says with a frown. I am so not in the mood for this today. Sue wasn't a bad person, in fact on most days she could almost pass for a fun person. On other days however she tried to be a 'mom' to me and those were the days I tried to stay far away from her as humanly possible. "I'm not your son Suzaine and I never will be you have Danny for that." I say quickly. Judging from her hurt expression, I know I shouldn't have said that given all she's done for me but I won't let myself feel guilty. I didn't ask for this life. I couldn't bare to see her knowing how much I just hurt her, so I grab my keys and head for the door grabbing my jacket in the process

"Don't even think about leaving Dante!" Suzaine yells, just as I was about to open the door. I sigh and lean my head against the door just wanting to get away from here already.

"If you going to leave can you at least do me a favour and go to the new bookstore, I've ordered a few cooking books that I need to be collected." she says with a pleading tone, as if we need anymore of her recipes for disaster. I walk out the door without saying a word.

I gaze at my 1964 black mustang and immediately I'm filled with a sense of relief, I hop in and speed out of the driveway.

I should probably apologize to Suzaine, she didn't deserve that this morning. I mean it's not her fault my father is an asshole that abandoned me and my life is extremely shitty. She is only trying to help in the best way possible. Overwhelmed with guilt I turn left at the traffic light to where the new bookstore is meant to be.

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I park in front of a building that is meant to be the new bookstore and I'm astonished to see that it wasn't some musty worn down building, Instead it was a modern two story building, with glass walls and a sign above reading Le Pluto. I walk through the doors to see that inside it was a modern fusion of a library, bookstore and a café all with the warm and cosy feel. It's not a place I would choose to spend my Saturday morning but like I said it wasn't as bad as I expected.

I go to the counter first because as much as the new bookshop is cool, I really just want to get the books and go blow off some steam. I look at the girl at the counter and immediately recognize her. She is the odd girl that I always catch looking at my best and only friend Hunter, I'm pretty sure I saw her drool once. She looks so caught up on whatever it is she is doing right now , which I'm guessing is homework, but then again I wouldn't know considering I never actually do the homework I'm given. I have people that do it willingly. I decided to give her a couple more seconds and wait till she noticed me, she doesn't so I clear my throat and say with arrogance "Excuse me but can you not see that there is a customer standing right in front of you who kinda needs assistance, which I'm assuming it is your job to offer.''

She looks up and a look of surprise crosses her face "Sorry I really wasn't paying attention, I daydream and blank out a lot, like a lot. I've done it since I was little, I mean you can even ask my mom she'll go on about it or even better ask my best friend Isla I mean she has a spray bottle for me reserved for when I blank out which happens pretty often and let me tell you it's not water I-." I could already feel a headache coming on so I cut her off and say "Look I just came here to get the books ordered for Suzaine." She seems a little taken back but it is quickly replaced with a nod and smile. "Sorry it's probably in the backroom, I'll go and get it while you wait, you can look around and I will come and find you when I find the order." She replies.

I sigh and walk away, I stroll around looking for anything interesting to lay my eyes on and I find it. In the corner of the bookstore on a bean bag chair sat a girl, so indulged in the book she was reading. It looked like she was sucked into another world and had absolutely no regard for this one. Her long wavy pitch black hair covering her face. As I looked closer a smile emerged from her face as she read, as if she had just heard the best joke of all times. She seemed at peace. I continued to stare at her until I'm interrupted by Felicity. "Finally I found you, for a moment there I thought I lost you. I'm sorry I took so long the books were on a shelf I couldn't reach, damn I wish I was tall, you really tall you know that right? Of course you do I mean why wouldn't you? How did you get so tall anyway? I'm jealous. Tell me your secret of tallness" she rambles on, all in one breath.

I completely ignore all her questions and give her a blank look, I decide that she talks way too much and it would probably be best not to encourage her to carry on talking by continuing with the conversation. I hand her the money, take the books and leave.

I didn't want to go home, not yet, my mind was still buzzing and like I said I needed to blow off some steam and so I decide to go out for a little ride.