Pretty When She Dies (Pretty When She Dies 1) - Page 14
“You bitch!” Kelly Ann screamed at her.
A deep moan from her father drew her attention to him as he tried to get to his knees. “You ain't got no right to say that. ”
“You slept with my eighteen year old cousin and I saw you, Dad. I saw you!”
“Is that why you hate me?”
His voice sounded so broken, it startled her. Her anger faded, but her hurt pulsed through her like lava.
“No,” she said softly. “I don't hate you. I just wanted you to love me. ”
“Fat chance of that, you crazy bitch,” Damon slurred as he wiped blood from his face.
The sight of blood made her body tremble. She felt an ache in her teeth and a deep need unfurl inside of her. She took a step toward her brother, as her gaze grew deadly. All she wanted to do was run her tongue over his wound and taste the exquisite elixir seeping from it.
“Oh, sweet Jesus,” Mae whispered in horror.
What Amaliya did not know was that her eyes had turned completely red as she drew near her huddled kinfolk.
“Amaliya!” her father shouted.
She whirled toward him and hissed.
“What the hell happened to you?” her father exclaimed, his expression of horror widening his eyes.
Overwhelmed, she grabbed her bag up in her arms and stood trembling before them.
“What the hell are you? Possessed by the devil?” Kelly Ann gasped.
With a soft sob, Amaliya shook her head. “I don't know. ”
“Get out. ” Samuel's voice was low and hard. “Get out of my house!”
Bloody tears running down her face, Amaliya slowly backed toward the door.
“You're not wanted here anymore! Get out!”
As though shoved by an invisible hand, Amaliya suddenly lost her footing and slid right out of the door with a terrified shout. Thrown onto the porch, she lay there gasping.
“Get the shotgun!” Mae screamed.
Scrambling to her feet, Amaliya grabbed her bag and leaped off the porch. She landed a good fifteen feet from the house. She whirled around to see her Dad rushing out the door. In his hand was a rifle.
“Daddy, please,” she cried.
“Get out of here, you whore of the devil!”
“He raped me and killed me! He did this to me!” Her voice was a shriek of anger and fear that tore through the night.
“Get out!”
He fired once over her head and that was enough.
She fled.
Chapter Four
Her bag weighed heavily on her shoulder as she walked down the long country road. The night air was cool and fresh, though the heat coming off the asphalt spoke of a hot day. Sighing, Amaliya tilted her hat back on her head. She felt like she needed a checklist of cheesy vampire clichés to start checking off. So far she had fangs, superhuman strength and agility, and blood lust to put a nice big red checkmark next to. Standing still, the lights of her old home twinkled behind her. She wondered if she could see the sun. The heat from its unyielding glare during the day had made the road very warm beneath her feet. She bent down and laid a hand against the ground. Again, tears sprang up, but she fought them back.
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