The Omen
Chapter two: Cold
I woke on a chilly morning. The remnants of last nights incident came flooding back. That dog and bird seemed to know me somehow. I stretched and sighed. I got up and when my feet touched the cold hardwood floor I jumped.
''Ah! cold, cold!'' When my feet got used to the cold I stood up. I put on my black satin robe over my nightclothes. I opened my door and stepped out into the hallway. As I made my way downstairs I heard a voice that made me freeze.
''You know Charles I did really miss you both.'' I was astounded. She was back already. I slowly came downstairs and into the sitting room. My mother was sitting in a chair with a smug look on her face. I almost glared at her but I caught myself just in time.
''Mother.'' That was all I could say. Mom stood up.
''Hello honey.'' She used that false sickly-sweet voice of hers. I hated it and this time I will not just let her get her way.
''Just drop the act, alright?''
''What are you talking about sweetie?''
''You know what I'm talking about mother.'' My voice was sharp. Dad had the expression of an anime character sweat-dropping.
''Rowena Von Hayle don't you dare use that tone with me. I am you mother.''
''You don't act like it. You are never here!.'' She gasped.
''I am appalled Rowena.''
''But its true. You are always away on 'holidays' or shopping trips. Never once you said you loved me. And I know for a fact that you never wanted a kid! I was a mistake!'' I was fuming.
''I'm sorry you feel that way, but I really do love you.'' I scoffed at that,
''If you really loved me you would be here instead of some where else!'' Then someone cleared their throat. I looked up and relaxed a little. Paul, our butler, was holding two packages, one was a box and the other was a basket wrapped in black velvet.
''Miss Raven, Mr. Mark and Damien Thorn sent these to you.''
''Alright, umm I'll just take them to my room.'' I started to walk over to get them when my I-got-to-know-everything mother stepped in front of me.
''I'll take those.''
''But mom they are for me not you!'' But it was too late she already took them. She opened to box first. She pulled out a card and read it.
'' 'For a very special girl who has my heart. -Mark Thorn.' '' Then she smirked ''I can't believe that you got Mark Thorn interested in you…..and Damien too.'' She glanced at the black velvet covered basket. I clinched my fists. I glared at her.
''I've had enough mom. I want my stuff. NOW!'' She met me with an icy stare.
''I have a right to know who is interested in my daughter.''
''And I have a right to my privacy!'' I retorted. I forced myself to walk over to her. I picked up the basket before she could get to it and I took the box and card from her hand. I glared at her then stalked to my room. I slammed the door shut and put the things on my desk. I flopped onto my bed and fumed.
I must have fell asleep. I felt groggy, just out of it. I glanced at my clock. It was two in the morning. The gifts where still there so mom didn't take them. I sat up and sighed. Suddenly something felt odd, like there was someone watching me. I looked around my darkened room frantically. Something didn't feel right. I got up and walked to the corner farthest from my bed. It seemed that I was drawn there. Something cold touched my shoulder, and I jumped. I turned around but saw nothing. I went back to my bed and tried to sleep. This was going to be a long night