Valemont's Game

Valemont's Game: Chapter 1 Part 2

Sebastian-

“Baby, can I speak with you for a minute?” She says, pulling me out of the room roughly.

“I suggest you get your hands off me actually, before I do it.”

“Do what?” she queries.

“Oh nothing, just smash your skull into that wall over there.”

Her smile faded into a cocky smirk, rolling her eyes, and pulling me closer. Holding onto my

shoulders with all the strength she could muster and taunting me by biting her bottom lip. How

fucking cute! Remind me not to f**k her up after school. Actually, no, I’ll probably forget anyways.

“You know, you don’t have to be so angry all of the time.”

Oh, sissy, but I do. Really, it keeps the demons away.

“Why’d you bring me out here, Emily?” I ask as her hand finds my shuffled black hair, running her

fingers through the strands of sharp darkness and fluttering her, mascara piled-lashes back at me.

“I have a proposal, okay?” she huffed.

It’s never good when Emily has an idea. Her head is f****d-up, much like our entire family.

Anything possible, that she’s come up with, I guarantee it’ll end with some sort of vindictive pain.

“What if you seduced her?”

See?

“What if I bashed your head in?”

I like the vision of that one better.

“Remarks won’t get you anywhere, Sebastian. Don’t you think that b***h needs to pay? She acts so

superior. What if you f****d her on camera enough times to ruin her when she finds out what a

dirtbag you really are?” she smiles, “Don’t deny it; I know you like it. It intrigues you, doesn’t it?”

Fucked-up with a capital F, I say.

“Bashing your head in also intrigues me, Em. Don’t take it personally; I’m just messed up. You,

more than anyone should know that” I chuckle, “That doesn’t mean I want to be your f*****g

lapdog.”

She giggled as her hand slipped off my hair and back to hanging at her side. Didn’t bother

answering. Though, my statement wasn’t a question but still, how rude!

“There’s something so obnoxious about her” she continued, “She needs to be violated don’t you

think?”

Is that a question? Her cheerful voice echoes throughout the room.

“You are seriously disturbed, aren’t you?”

That wasn’t a question. Like I said, her heads f****d-up. It runs in the family. Biological, or not.

It doesn’t matter if you were born with John or, just happened to get thrown with him when you

were nine years old. Doesn’t really differentiate. It just means you’re cursed.

She slid her hand up my back, caressing sore muscles and waiting for me to smile. Had it been a

year ago, I would’ve. But now, I just want to throw her into a wall. Since I can’t do that, I pushed

her into the nearest locker and stepped back. Removing her hand from my neck and staying quiet.

“You love it” she whispered.

That can be debated.

I raised my palm to hers, covering her small hand with my big one. The look in her eyes, as usual

it said what she desired with fluttered lashes.

“I want you to love me, only me.”

She’s said it before but after everything, she’s a little scared of admitting she likes me. Likes me?

No, not really. She just wants me to f**k her. Claims she loves me, but I know it’s not true. Emily

only loves two things: big d**k and the pain in people’s eyes. It just so happens that none of those

belong to being in love with her f*****g brother.

She waited, passing between lines, and throwing her arm over my shoulder. Trying so desperately

to manipulate me into her sadistic acts. Sorry sis, I have my own script now.

“Please” she pouts, “Seduce her for me.”

“Pass.” On both. “I got something to take care of.”

“Pass?” she huffed, “Sebastian, don’t be boring.”

Boring? Fine!

I throw my hand over her head, keeping her in a stance I want. Her body’s tiny as can be; she

couldn’t escape me if she wanted to. Good thing she doesn’t want to, I guess.

“If you want to see me f**k someone sissy, just ask. I’ll let you watch. Until then, sorry. I have my

own vindictive games.” And they shall be fun. Games to play with the girl who looks like a mirrored

image, but it’s not her... is it?

No, it’s someone completely different.

Haylee-

Walking home sucks, but the views are nice! I stared at the streetlights. The fields, even the houses

and stray dogs running along the sidewalk. They look so... free. Oh, what’d I give to be free. What

would that feel like? I wonder. Just to be able to walk along the grass, to not have any

responsibilities. I don’t want to be that girl, but I know the way we treat animals and some of it isn

’t very nice. Either way, I feel like they have so much to be thankful for.

The feeling of the wind, blowing your hair back. It almost gives you an entirely different outlook

on life. One that’s not so sad. Sometimes, I feel like I’m whiney. Maybe, it’s true. Maybe I should

act happy like all those other f***s who take pills just to get through the day. I’ve had my fair share

of those, that’s for sure. Something tells me on the inside, perky people want to shoot themselves.

Or maybe that’s just because I want to shoot myself. Actually, I can’t even deny that. I’d love to

shoot myself. The only reason I haven’t is because I know what it’ll do to my mother. Leaving her

with the son of b***h who thinks he can dump his family in the trash and order a new one. I mean,

Jesus! We’re not burgers, but I guess he didn’t get enough f*****g tomato or something.

I walked up the steps to my porch, pulling the handle as the metal flew open and I walked inside

the backdoor. Passing the lifeless colors and going straight for my mother.

A small house. I like to call it a dollhouse. Mostly, because my father dumped us here and bought

new dolls. He pays for the house we were supposed to be out of last year. After Zoe’s death, he

changed his mind. One of the moments you realize that your father might actually have a heart. I

should like it, but honestly, I don’t.

I think I’d prefer if he left us to rot. I know it sounds interesting but I hated him when he left. I

couldn’t stand him and I guess it would just be easier to go on, hating him rather than trying to be

there for him when his ex-wife aka my mother wanted to die.

Everyone did after Zoe’s death. Her suicide was so shocking, especially since she was the one who

held this family together. I just didn’t know she couldn’t hold herself together.

“Where the hell have you been?” she questioned.

I took the long way home, but it’s not like I went to hit up my dealer.

Mom says old habits die hard. I say if it shocks you enough, you can drop it within a second. Oh,

shit! Mom’s boyfriend. I’m a horrible daughter. I can’t do this! Zoe was always the one to help her meet guys. I don’t know how to do this! I shut the backyard door without moving. Trying to calm

myself, but it isn’t working.

“I’m sorry. A lot happened today and I...”

“Just forget it” she interrupts, “Next time.”

Next time, I’m gonna be in deep s**t. I sigh, watching Lilly move from one counter to the next.

She didn’t seem nervous, but maybe a little flustered.

“What’s wrong, mom?”

“A friend stopped by.”

“What friend? Ally?” I asked.

“God no!” she hissed, “I told you to stop speaking to that girl.”

I did. I stopped talking to her without looking back, though she was the only girl who wasn’t a

druggy at Jackson. Mom didn’t believe me. She thought everyone at that school was a druggy and

Alura was one of the worst. But if not her, then who? And if you’re wondering, yes. I talk in my

brain more frequently than I talk out loud. I’ve noticed it and I don’t have a problem. It helps, I

guess.

“Anyways...” she finished, “He’s waiting in our dining room. I told him that you’d be home soon.”

Him?

I ran through the hall and straight into our dining area.

A large brown table; it had so many memories. For starters, all of my mother’s cookouts and

dinners. She doesn’t cook, she hires a chef but either way, she has them every holiday. I think it’s

how she takes her mind off of Brian, my father.

“Welcome home.”

He turned around when I kicked his feet off the furniture. The gray eyed one. They’re cute, I’ll

give it to them but how the f**k did this one find my address?! I panic on the inside, giving a smile

on the out and staring him up and down. They look alike. This one and the maniac look more alike

than Zoe and I. And we’re twins.

“How’d you get in here?”

“Calm down” he sighs, “CC gave me the address. She asked for your file and I asked for the info. I

’m not here to be like him, I swear” he warns, “I wanted to say sorry, actually. The way he treated

you today was wrong and you didn’t deserve it.”

“And how do you know how he treated me?” I questioned.

He rose from the wooden chair, stepping closer without looking back. c*****g his head as I

examined the fabric of his t-shirt. Or, I guess, more the wording on the front. Veil of Maya. White

cloth and one of my favorite bands. It fits him perfectly, matching with his boytoy smile and scruffy

jeans. His black hair, flipped and shorter than last time.

“I was there, inside the class he walked in” he chuckled, “Got to admit, you my friend, have a lot

of balls. No one talks that way to him.”

“Right, ‘cos of the whole brooding attitude. Yeah, you can tell him to shove it. Actually, you can

shove it too. I’m not your friend and I’d like you to get the hell out of my house now. Thank you!”

The look in his eyes as he realizes I wasn’t one to mess with. It really was priceless, but I didn’t

stick around to find out how much. Ditching to my bedroom without warning, not daring to care

about the rest. I don’t know what this is, but I don’t have time for it. I have to study for those

fucking exams.

I fall on the bed, melting under my sister’s covers and almost crying my eyes out. After all this time,

I thought I’d be over it but every time I walk in here, all of the memories come flooding back. I like

it though. I would rather have the weight of the world crush me than forget that she ever existed.

What, I don’t like is being followed. Which creepily, is the first thing he did after I left the dining

room.

“You’re gonna want to listen to me, Haylee.”

“And you’re gonna want to leave. Preferably, before I call someone.”

“Look, you need to stay away from...” he stopped, watching me with worried eyes. The silver

causing all my fear to become like bubbles, popping inside my skin like popcorn in the microwave.

“What?” I question.

“What are you doing?”

It wasn’t until seconds ago that I realized I was holding onto her pillow with childlike eyes and

tears, running down my cheek. Strings of blue mascara, causing me to look foolish and depressed.

I don’t know who this person is, but he doesn’t deserve to see my raging side. Really, no one does.

“Nothing, what do you want?!”

I throw the pillow back, catching my bearings but it just so happens that they’re running wild and

jumping off f*****g trees. Stupid bears can’t help me at all, so I revert to sitting properly and gazing

into his eyes. Silver jumps off the painted walls as I feast on seeing her in this room again. Looks

like he’s doing the same thing. I can only guess that it’s sympathy pain.

Ah, no, more like memory pain.

Memory pain?! God, I sound like a f*****g psychopath!

“Stay away from Charlotte” he mentions.

“I get it, okay?! I won’t touch your precious Charlotte. I didn’t know you guys f*****g owned her!

” I made my way from the bed, to somewhere next to him. Trying not to but inadvertently getting

lost in his eyes. I don’t know why but I feel something when I’m around these two. Strange

lookalikes that seem to have their own motive.

He walks around me, standing behind and c*****g his head. “There are things in this school that

you don’t want to be around. I’m not trying to hurt you; I’m trying to help. I’m not like Sebastian.

”

“Sebastian?” I ask.

“Sebastian Valemont.”

Oh. f**k!