Chpt.28
"You were the boy at the restaurant!" my Aunt exclaimed in anger. "You made me look like a fool!"
"You accomplish that on your own." I muttered, but she didn't hear me.
"What do you think you're doing here!" she shouted.
"Wishing I killed a brat when I should've." I answered as I shot a glare towards Damian.
Now that I was older, I decided to speak my mind. I didn't have to put up with the things my Aunt said opposed to when I was younger.
"You know what I mean Kiara Ann Farmer, don't give me that attitude." my Aunt growled and I directed my glare at her.
"Do not call me by my full name. You aren't my mom."
"But I am in charge of looking after you." she debated, and I stood from the couch.
"No you're not!" I exclaimed and she stormed over to me, giving me the evil eye.
"What? I'm not? You'd rather live with a strange man you met on the streets? How much does he charge you to live here? Or are you just giving yourself away for your stay?" she didn't even give me any time to answer. "You're a little slut Kiara." I slapped her in the face and she stumbled backwards.
"I don't know what the little brat over there has been telling you, but I stay here for free! That man who took me in is like a brother to me, and he's way more caring then you ever were! Now get out of the apartment!" I screamed.
"Not without you." she stated.
"I'm fifteen! You have gone two years without me, and I don't need to spend what? Three more years with you? You hate me, I hate you, so why do you even care?" I growled.
"Kiara, I thought your parents said you were smart. It's obvious." she grunted.
"My parents money." I whispered.
"Yes. With the chance that you were still alive, I couldn't touch a cent of it." she informed and I crossed my arms.
"And you still won't." I growled.
"And why is that?" she questioned and I place my wig on my head, and took a deeper tone of voice.
"Because my name is Justin Todd, I don't know who the heck this Kiara Farmer is. You're simply a crazed woman."
"You can't pretend to be a boy forever. Look in the mirror, you're maturing." I took in a deep breath and glanced over at Damian.
"Beat it shrimp."
"I don't have to listen to you." he sneered.
"I want to have a private conversation with my Aunt, okay, so beat it." I hissed, and he walked out the door, but I knew that he most likely was listening on the other side.
"Okay, listen and listen good." I stated firmly as I glared at my Aunt. "I could kill you. Very easily too. I've already killed a man, so killing you wouldn't be so hard. However, I don't enjoy killing, so I have a proposition." I stated.
"Which is?"
"Let me stay here. Don't tell anyone I'm alive and don't go stinking your nose into my business. I am a no one to you. That is how you'll treat me. In return for ignoring my existence, when I'm eighteen and able to control my money, I will give you all of it."
"All of it?" she questioned skeptically but I could see the hint of greed in her eyes. She loved money.
"Every last penny. Only, as long as you forget where I live and who I am, and don't tell a soul." I nodded.
The room was quiet as my Aunt was thinking the proposition over.
"So when you're eighteen, you'll give me all the money?"
"Yes." I stated with finality. My Aunt looked at me skeptically but then slowly nodded her head.
"Alright." she said and I shook hands with her. Before she left, she questioned, "I just need to know, why do you stay here? It clearly isn't much."
"Because this is my home and where my family is." I informed, and she left the apartment, not caring much for my answer.
When she was out, Damian was back in.
"What did you say to her?" he growled.
"I promised to give her what she wanted. She never cared for my well being. My parents money was all she wanted." I explained.
"And so you promised to give it to her?" he questioned.
"Yes. It wasn't like I was Harry Potter with a bajillion dollars or something, she just loves every amount of money she can get. So I can due without some money and she'll get off my back with it." I explained, then looked at him angrily.
"Now, why did you invite her here? You just wanted me to stop hanging around Jason, right?" I questioned.
"You killed a man last night." Damian stated solemnly.
"If you were in my position, you would have too. Now quit reminding me of it, I feel guilty enough." this seemed to surprise Damian.
"You regret killing him?"
"Yes. He didn't deserve to die. He just got drunk. I thought I grabbed a stick and I was going to knock him out. Not stab him." I sighed. "But you don't care, right? The mighty Damian Wayne, Robin the boy wonder, prancing around the city in tights with a family that's alive and well, and you shouldn't have a care in the world. You have so much, and yet you seem so miserable." I growled. "Enjoy what you have you little douche bag. Enjoy it before it's taken away."
