Another Lost Soul Chapter 3

My mom pulled up to a 2-story white house. The front of it had a wrap-around porch and a porch swing. I waited until my mom was in front of the car to get out. I really didn't want to be here. I would rather be at school than here. The door opened and a man came out. His hair was dyed black, and he was wearing a polo and khakis that were held up with a leather belt. He walked over to my mom and shook her hand then pulled her into a hug. My muscles tensed up. The thought of this guy touching my mom was enough to make me run.

"Hello Jill. I see you have found it after all. This must be your daughter Amaris." He held his hand out for me to shake it. I gave a small nod and hesitantly shook it. He gave me a friendly smile. I shivered. "Come inside and make yourselves at home." he led us into a huge living room that had two couches, a love seat, and a recliner. All facing toward a brick wall that had a flat screen TV hanging from it. I looked at my mother. She was impressed by the signs of the wealth in this family. Of course she would be. Money is a big thing with her. I heard footsteps at the top of the twenty-step staircase. I looked up and froze. A boy my age was standing there in black jeans and a long sleeve black shirt. He had straight black shoulder length hair and electric blue eyes.

"Dominic," i heard the venom in his dad's voice. "come meet our guests."

"Fang, dad. You know I like being called Fang," he said when he reached the bottom of the stairs. He tugged on the sleeves of his shirt. He noticed me staring at him. "I know you. You are the chick who got spaghetti thrown at you yesterday. I wanted to beat the heck out of Mitch when I saw you run off crying."

"I'm Amaris." I held out my hand for him to shake it, but he took it and raised my hand to his lips. I felt my cheeks start to burn. He let go of my hand.

"Wanna take a tour?" he looked at me. I thought about it for a few minutes. Either I go with this nice guy or I stay in this room with my mom and this creep.

"Sure." I followed him toward the other side of the house. In all, the house had six bedrooms and three bathrooms. There was a basement with a pool table and an indoor bar. I looked at the table then to Dominic.

"You know how to play?"

"Yep. Do you?"

"No, I don't. I always wanted to know how to play though." I touched the carpeted surface. Dominic looked at me then walked over to a rack with some pool sticks on it. After he studied them for a few minutes, he grabbed two.

"The main thing you don't want to do is get the eight-ball in until you have gotten rid of all the solid or stripes." he handed me a pool stick and showed me how to hold it. It turns out that there are several ways to hold a pool stick. He taught me that there is no such thing as a perfect shot and everything is about pure luck. I watched his every move, trying to mimic him but miserably failed when I hit him in the stomach with the pool stick.

"Are you ok?" I dropped the pool stick and hurried over to him. "I am so sorry."

"It's ok." he smiled.

"Let me look at it. Just to make sure." I started to lift up his shirt. He tried to stop me but not before I saw a purple bruise on his stomach.

"What happened?"

"I bruise easily." he smiled down at me, but I could see the pain in his eyes. What was he hiding from me? Is it important? A chill ran down my spine and I shivered. "You cold?"

"Yeah, I guess I am." I lied to him. He pulled my closer to him. The smell of spices filled the air.

"Get warm. I don't like it when cute girls are cold." he brushed my hair away from my face.

"You think I'm cute?" When I saw him blush, I knew he meant it.

"Dominic! Amaris! Time to eat." I heard his father call from inside the house. Dominic let me go and walked up the stairs. I followed him and felt my stomach go hollow. I forced myself to eat.

"So Amaris, do you enjoy your new school?" Dominic's father was eyeing me. I don't like it. I don't want to go back.

"Yes. I do. It's big compared to the my old one." I glanced at Dominic and realized that he'd been staring at me. He slightly shook his head. He caught the lie, and that was a good thing.

"Dad, I'm going to go out to the shed and work on the car. I'll be back inside when it gets dark." he pushed his plate away from him and and left. Now, I was alone.

"Why don't you go join him Amaris?" My mom looked at me and smiled.

"I just want to go home."

"Outside now." my mom glared at me. The tone of her voice made me jump. She was never that strict with me. Never. I jumped out of my chair and ran outside. I let my emotions take over and I broke down crying right there in the front lawn. I shoved my hand into my pocket and pulled out a knife. I raised the sleeve of my shirt and cut until my whole arm was covered with blood.

"Amaris!" I heard Dominic running toward me. The last thing I saw was him on his knees, calling for help.