Underestimated

Chapter 6

The next morning, I woke up at 5 so that I could get a run in and start working on getting my shoulder healed. I was going to take it easy, but I had to do something so that I wouldn’t have the urge to go downstairs and beat the living crap out that dude. I only show my anger around my family.

As I was walking to the gym, Hayden stopped me and asked, “Where do you think you’re going?” while crossing is arms. He does this because he thinks it intimidates me.

“To the gym, I have some pent-up anger that I need to run out, or you’ll be pulling me off of that fucker downstairs” I said walking around him and continuing toward the gym.

When I walked up the two steps to the gym the double doors were open and all the men in my family were in there working out. Even my grandfathers.

“What hell do you think your doing in here, you need to rest that shoulder for at least another week” my father said in a raised tone. I just ignored him and went on the treadmill and started it up.

To people outside my family my father seems very intimidating, which he can be. He’s 7’2” and built of solid muscle. To me though, he’s a big teddy bear who can’t stay mad long and basically gives into everything I want to do.

“I just need to run off my anger or I’ll end up in the basement with more blood on my hands” I said as I was finishing up my first mile. At this rate I was going to have to run at least 20 to calm down a little.

Yes, I’ve killed before, but my family tries to avoid me having to do it often because they think I’ll lose myself one day if I do to much. What only my family knows about me is that killing is something me and my twin brother enjoy.

We take after our grandfather’s in that sense. We’re not serial killers, and we don’t get off in killing people, but when we kill, we have these smiles that make us look like the devil.

It doesn’t affect us. I killed my first person when I was ten. He was trying to r**e me to send my father a message. I had been walking home from school, and he came behind me and knocked me out. I woke up in a warehouse, when he saw I was awake he attacked me, and I fought back. We ended up in a gun struggle, and even though he was bigger than me it didn’t matter. I trained with my uncle and he was way larger than that sorry excuse for a man was. When I got the gun, I looked him dead in the eyes and put three shots in his head. I didn’t know that my dad’s and grandfathers, were there and when I looked up smiled and walked out like nothing happened.

I don’t get nightmares, haven’t seen anything that scares me enough, but I know it’s out there. That man that tried to r**e me was connected to the McKinley’s. I’m tired of them thinking that I’m weak and an easy target, because when it comes down to it, I’m just as strong, if not stronger than my brothers.

Once I finished the 20 miles I decided to run, I went upstairs and got ready for school quickly. Today I wore sweats and a long sleeve t-shirt to cover up the bandages, so no one asked questions. I went to the kitchen and grabbed an apple and then headed to school. I did not have to pick up the girls today because we all decided that we drive our own cars in case something happened, and we needed our tools.

All our cars were loaded with different guns hidden under the seats, and in compartments that everyday people wouldn’t even know were there.

As I walked into the building, I noticed David was all right there at the entrance as they were waiting for me to come in. I didn’t have time for this bullshit.

“Hey, Hannah is wondering if we could talk” David said while walking right next to me. “I don’t really have to the time I need to get to class” I said and smiled and hurried my pace up a bit.

“Well would you like to go out some time and we could talk then” This caused me to stop because yesterday I thought I made it clear that I wasn’t interested.

“Look David, I don’t know, and truth be told I don’t want to get to know you. When you said you liked me yesterday, I told you I don’t like you. I thought that was clear, but since it wasn’t then let me tell you again. I don’t like you.” I then walked the rest of the way to my locker leaving a stunned David in the middle of the hallway.

“I don’t like that you’re at school” Landon said upon me reaching my locker. It’s cute that he was waiting for me.

“Well I don’t want to miss school, and I would’ve been bored at home” I said. I’m weird I know who wouldn’t want to go to school instead stay home. I take my academic very seriously. Just because my family is mafia doesn’t mean I can’t have a good academics. My parents have PhD’s in various field, and my grandparents have various master’s degrees. Education is big in my family.

The school day went by fast honestly. Just class after class, with boring teacher after teacher. Lunch was uneventful. We all ate outside, but we got weird looks from everyone. People were scared to approach us, I guess we all do have resting b***h faces as people like to say.

At the end of the day I stopped by one of the shooting rages my family owns and picked up some new guns. Since I loved technology, I was always working on a way to perfect a gun. I even created bullets that would induce someone into a temporary coma.

Pulling into the parking lot outside our house, there was more cars then normal. I recognized the Jefferson and Michaelson cars, but the others looked new to me. I guess we have guest.