Anger (Hell's Heaven #1) by K. Green (ebook reader 7 inch .TXT) 📖

Author's Note

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Hihi guys, K.Green here!

 

Edit 25/05/2016

I edited abit the story when I reread it. There's some changes, I added Prologue, plus there's some dialogue changes. That's for now.

Soon there will be an update. 

 

xx K.Green <3

 

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Chapter 5

Liese P.O.V

 

 I open my door quietly listening. They are down in the living room, I can hear them talking. I make my way down the stairs, leaving wet spots from my shoes and clothes..

“I am not needed” my father’s says. “I retired from that”

“We need you out there again.” One more step down. 3 more to go.

“I said I won’t!” my father raises his voice “I won’t repeat myself” 2 steps down, 1 more to go.

“Listen to me… John.” 1 step down. I am on first floor. “Don’t make me threaten you.”

I show myself into the living room, raising my rifle to this bastard’s head. All the soldiers inside raised their guns towards me.

“I think he was clear enough to you” I hiss I make a slow step forward

“Stay back!” One of the soldiers says.

“Liese?” my father says and turns around “Put that thing down”

“They don’t let me go in my own house. Threatening my father… and you want me to drop my weapon down? No. Fucking. Way.”

“Liese.” He said with hard voice

“Father. I won’t back up. You’re not going anywhere.” I look the other guy. “You can leave. Don’t make me shoot you.”

“Is that your daughter John?”

“Apparently she is.”

“Why she has 4 guns with her?”

“Because I can defend myself you asshole. Get out of my house.” I say “I won’t repeat myself, again.”

“Same passion as you it seems?”

“My gun is open and I suggest you to stop playing with my patient. My finger is itchy. Door is over there” I tilt my head towards it

I hear our back door opens and two pairs of shoes walks in. I get one of my pistols and I point in that direction, without watching who went it.

“Get your gun down, darling.” The unknown guy said front me.

“Yow Prez? I hear our Vice President say. “Wowow, what’s going on?!” he said when he stepped inside the living room. I low down my pistol, knowing that’s our VP

“Don’t tell me what to do, if I want to shoot you I’ll do it, I’m just giving you time to leave.” I say

“You can’t shoot me.” He says

I point the wall over his head and shoot, my bullet pin his military hat on the wall. “Excuse me?”

The old guy narrowed his eyes on me, and stood up. His military uniform looked like a bag on his body. His eyes are brown, with same color of hair, but with some white hairs growing. And who the fuck he is to ask my father to go back to the field? He even decide to threaten him. How more pathetic the person should go, when he wants something.

Normal people gives the offers and a deadline so the person can decide what to do. To clear their mind, and talk to their family for final decision. Not threatening like a fuck around. “Let’s go.” He said to the other two people. They left the house and I heard the rumble of their car, which sped down the road.

I lowered my gun down taking a deep breath to chill out. For fucking fuck sakes, this guy annoyed the shit out of me.

“Dare to explain?” our VP said to me

“They’re in my house, not letting me in. I have all the rights to protect my home.” I answer looking the hole into the wall.

“And… scare the shit out of Miranda?” he said and I spin around quickly. Both flinched when my rain drops from my clothes fell on them, when I turned around.

Miranda was next to the door with her son. She was with a white costume and blue shirt under it. And blue high heels, holding two suitcases. Her son, Alex, was next to her still with his sports uniform, and backpack on his shoulder, and a sack in his hand.

“What they are doing here?” I asked

“They will be staying here for a while” my father says I turn my head to look him. He had his lips tightened, trying to not rage on me, with hands in his pockets.

“So you can’t keep your friend in your pants? Am I going to listen her moans and screaming all night again?” I asked raising my eyebrow. “You’ve got to be kidding me”

“Liese…” he started

“One year you fuck our lawyer, later you marry again to a bitch, firing her. Now she’s back?” I raised my voice.

“What she means?” Alex asks confused.

“Liese.. -” Miranda started “Even with our past with your father, we are still good friends”

“Fuck friends you mean?” I correct her. “You cheated on your husband, because you can’t resist mine? You’re pathetic.” 

And when you think you have your father for yourself again, another woman comes and ruin everything. That’s probably for the million time now. I’ve heard enough of my father’s adventures here. With different kind of prostitutes and club whores. I have the feel he have done it everywhere in the house. Sofa, chair, table, door, wall, shower, backyard, basement, roof… everywhere.

“I’ll be in my room.” I said passing them both and climb the stairs to my room.

I go into the shower and take hot bath.

Not like I am complaining for his personal life, but this life includes me. Alright I admit it, he’s selfish. This side comes on front way too much, in last two years. It’s annoying.

 

I go downstairs just to find my father, Miranda and Alex sitting in the dining room next to the kitchen, eating pizza. Both were in more comfortable clothes, both showered, with wet hairs. And my black pajama shorts and my short tank top… doesn’t help much to Alex, I suppose. But why would I care anyways. I am in my house, I’ll walk naked if I want. I frown with disgust. Are we going to act like happy family again? Hope not.

I open the fridge, taking the orange juice and vodka. I mix the both drinks and sit on counter top, lighting a cigarette. Three of them look at me and I just stay silent here in silence, smoking peacefully.

I look around the kitchen. So many memories I have here. My look stopped in the corner of the room, where now a flower was placed, hiding the blood on the wall. Not really original, but nobody wanted to bother repainting the room, because it's too big. Sometimes my heart aches when I think about it. When my mother died and I finally decided to go out of my room. I came here to eat. At the end of the day my father found me, sitting in the corner of the room with bloody hands and knife in my hand, crying uncontrollably. I tried to suicide. I have cut my veins. Pain did not help, neither the crying. Now on my forearms I have tattoos hiding the scars. On my right hand I have the name of the club. On my left one I got big eagle head with Harley Davidson motorbike.

I frown looking at the flower and my father follows my sight.

“Liese…” he said when his looked returned on me.

“Sup” I said exhaling the smoke.

“Come eat. I’m sure you haven’t ate anything today” I just shrug. “And we have to make a talk” I look him back and cross my legs. “Ok, so… I have some business to deal with for next 2 weeks, so I’ll be out of the town with Miranda” wow… I raise my both eyebrows “So you both gonna stay alone.” I look Alex who was looking at me, then I return my look on my father.

Ok, hell nah. Why do I have to stay alone, with a guy, in my house?

“Meanwhile, Alex will take care of you”

“Take care of me?” I said unbelievable. I look at Alex who was smirking towards me

“Yes.” I was going to answer me, but he cut me off “Your anger Liese. You need somebody near you.”

“You can’t be serious?!” I raised my voice “I don’t need anything.” I leaned forward to him.

“Liese!” Miranda said

“You, fucking bitch, don’t dare to raise voice to me. As far as I know, I sent one in the hospital for doing it.”

“Don’t yell on my mother” Alex said on his place

“Or? You’ll spank me because I am little bad kid? To be honest father, why you don’t just take him with you. And please while you’re on your happy family vacation, tell him what you both with Miranda did. He will love it.”

I jumped off the countertop, leaving them in the kitchen.

 

Next morning, the buzzing of my phone woke me up. I reach for my phone, answering without looking the name.

“What for fuck sakes” I groan

“Easy girl… ” I heard male voice “Main training today at 8. Get up and go to the warehouse.”

“What time is it?”

“7am” I groan sitting in my bed.

“I’ll be there.” I hung up. With fast steps I went into the bathroom for my morning needs.

I return into my room and I take my black Nike sport suit. I wear short socks and my short pants, then my sport bra and just the sweater over it. I wear and my black Nike sneakers. I take my iPhone putting it on my pocket. I take my iPod putting the music on in ears with Hollywood Undead Coming in hot song and bag with boxing necessities.

I went noisy downstairs opening the fridge. I notice with the corner of my eye Miranda on the dining table drinking her coffee with newspaper in hand. I drink juice from bottle.

I keep nodding my head with the tact of the music, while I swallow the juice.

“And girl get down you can have more, “ I sing and make some dance moves “And you can shake your hips around on my man's sword.” I turn around licking my lips from my juice “You're gonna have to rock this house I'm your landlord.” Miranda drops her newspaper on the table looking at me with raised eyebrows and keep singing and dancing “So let your sweat drip down on the dance floor.” I keep sing ignoring her, not caring if it’s loud or not. I take one apple from the bowl.

Then after a while I start sing the chorus.

“I'm gonna chase this whiskey with Pátron,

I want a girl on my lap and a Jägerbomb.

I'M COMING IN HOT YOU HEARD ME

And I'mma make it rain on the girl who serves me.

I'll drink a fifth of Vodka till it's gone, 

And if it feels so good then it can't be wrong.

I'm coming in hot you heard me,

And we be taking shots and if not you're nerdy.” I scream loud

I close the front door behind my back. Well that went good enough!