A Curious History part 15

A Curious History part 15
Haley lay down on the soft bed and looked up at the high slanted ceiling in fascination before closing her eyes. She didn't expect to stay here however. Them moment Jerome found a place for her to stay he'd probably send her there. For the moment however she was just going to enjoy the comfy bed and try to get some sleep.
The moment she was about to fall asleep however she heard the door creak open and her eyes snapped open in an instant and she was on her feet.
When she came to the door however no one was there and she turned around.
"I know you're there…" she said frankly, "You can come out." She said after a long moment of silence.
When she finally looked down she saw a pile of clothes in front of her door. A black wife beater and pair of long black boys' athletic shorts lay folded neatly in front of her.  She took the clothes and carried them into the room next to the vanity table after closing and locking the door.
She slipped her shirt off gingerly and traced her finger around the stitches on her side. They hurt in more ways than one and for a brief moment she thought about pulling them out one by one but then quickly shook the thought from her mind and looked instead at her other scar, the one she'd gotten from attempting to escape her foster parent's basement.
"How cruel people are carrying out such unspeakable things and trying to justify themselves in their reasoning for doing such monstrous things by projecting the evils of the world on others." She thought.
"And I'm one of them…" she said sadly, looking at her teeth. At least she'd never be able to deny herself the truth of what she was. It was something not everyone had: certainty. Even if the truth was horrific, disgustingly cruel she knew what she was and where she would eventually go because of it.
It was somewhat liberating to think that such a punishment awaited her. If she had nothing left to lose she had everything to gain right? She could finally do anything she wanted without fear of punishment or consequence because nothing could compare to the punishment she knew she was already going to be sentenced to.
These "comforting" thoughts felt hollow however and she found herself thinking of what it must have been like having a family who cared about her, who danced with her in the kitchen instead of locking her in the basement to collect the government's money to raise her. Had it ever been real? Or was it just a fantasy her mind had conjured to fill the empty void in her chest that she was told was supposed to contain a heart?
The more she thought about it she wondered why everyone didn't kill. If the world really was as horrible a place as it seemed, why not purge it of everyone and let it be over with? Euthanasia for the few good people left in the world like her parents and punishment for the ones who truly deserved it… like her. At this point she found herself running a finger along the edge of the new scar, hissing slightly as her finger trailed over the stitches and paused.
She could rip it out now and be done with it… sentence herself just as she'd sentenced the 8 others she'd killed. After a moment however her hand fell limp at her side and she collapsed in the chair next to the vanity table and rested her elbows on the table.
"You're a poison. You poison everyone around you including yourself." She said pointedly at the mirror, glaring at her dark green eyes, "Why did you do it? You escaped one prison and sentenced yourself to an eternity in another one. You're pathetic; a monster with a conscience. It's sad and masochistic. Pick one or the other; one's got to go. You or the conscience." She said evenly, challenging herself and placing her finger back over the wound but unable to do anything but pound her fist on the tabletop, rattling something in the top drawer.
She ignored it and stormed out of the chair hotly, thrusting it to the floor and kicking it violently before pulling the clothes on so that she wouldn't have to look at her marred flesh any longer.
"Conscience it is." She hissed at herself angrily, unlocking the door and flinging the door open only to see a boy a little taller than her with mousy brown hair and large murky brown eyes standing in front of her.
"I heard shouting and then a thud…" he started but she cut him off and opened the door a little so he could see the chair.
"I stubbed my toe and kicked the chair." She lied and tried to make her way past him to the bathroom even though she had no idea where the bathroom was.
The boy looked in at the chair and then back at her and nodded but seemed unconvinced.
She sighed when he didn't move out of her way and crossed his arms.
"How much did you hear?" she asked finally, getting frustrated and retreating back into the room to sit on the bed in hopes he'd leave.
Unfortunately he followed her and sat down next to her.
"Everything from "You escaped one prison and sentenced yourself to an eternity in another one."" He said, "What'd you mean by that anyway?"
"I'd… really not get into it… Hey! Wait a minute! I hadn't even knocked the chair over yet! Why were you listening?" she asked hotly, deferring her anger at herself toward him and quickly changing the subject.
"It's my house and my room's right next to yours. I came to tell you dinner was done when I heard you shouting." He said defensively.
Haley wasn't sure what to say to this and instead she got up and began to pace.
"And why are you still here? I told you what happened and you heard the rest. Get out." She ordered but he just smirked stubbornly and sprawled out on the bed, his gangly limps falling off the sides of the bed haphazardly.
"My house, I can do what I want. Plus you're a TERRIBLE liar. Anyone ever tell you that?" he asked point blank.
Haley blinked at the brash statement and then grinned, tugging the blanket out from under him so suddenly he fell off the bed with it.
"No, although in my experience they don't tend to live long enough to call me out on it." She said tersely, "Now get out before I do what I want."
"What?" he asked sardonically, "Are you going to kill me?" he scoffed.
Haley flashed her teeth at him with a sadistic, snaggletooth grin and he backed up slightly in shock.
"No, you're leaving." She stated adamantly, starting to push him toward the door but he stood his ground and smirked at her.
"I'll leave. Just tell me one thing. What's your name?"
Haley paused for a long moment before turning her back and answering back: "Chloe, Chloe Form."
The boy smiled now and pushed a strand of hair hanging in his eyes behind his ear and extended his hand for her to shake.
"Chance, Chance Silstrung." He said in a James Bond like manner, mocking her introduction.
Haley rolled her eyes but smiled at the joke and shook his hand.
To her surprise he clamped onto her wrist and began dragging her down the stairs however.
"What the He…" she started but he cut her off.
"Dinner's ready. Dad's going to be pissed if we're late. And from what I've heard you've already ticked him off once tonight." He laughed, "Not bad for your first night on the job. It took Dick and Ratam two years and they sucked up the second they screwed up."
"Dick and Ratam?" she asked.
"Dick, who is a dick by the way, and Adam, who's the probably never seen the inside of a shower before; they're my dad's body guards that walked in with you." he explained.
She laughed at this explanation. "Nice, any others I should know about?" she asked with a slight smile.
"Tons, I'll brief you after dinner. After all you're going to have to work with them you might as well know how to please and avoid them without getting shot or stuck playing seven minutes in heaven with Dick." He said with a laugh.
Haley shuddered slightly. "Let me guess, he thinks with it to?" she smirked.
"Bingo." Chance winked before pulling out a chair for her to sit down just as his dad walked in.