Who's really going to gain from this?
Kassie's Pov
It's killing me! I've got all my tangled up and I called Kassie Kate. UGH! *Hit's head against wall* Well I'm soooo sorry. Especially since I haven't written in so long. I don't have an excuses- well I do- but it's only an excuses. I'm sorry. Please forgive me?
Sadly I don't own twilight, even If Seth Clearwater is my future husband.
I told Seth I love him, and now I'm about to break his heart. Not just because I decided to kill someone- and I don't mean myself- but mostly because I'm going to go see Mason. I haven't been able to stop thinking about him, even when I was with Seth. But when I'm with Mason, I can't stop thinking about Seth. Life Sucks!
I open the window just enough for me to be able to jump out comfortably. I take the Mercedes because it's the quietest of all the cars we own. I crank the car and pull out without turning the headlight on. The drive is quite and I can almost here Seth's heart break when he sees what I've done. I remember the images of Mason's father from his memories and where the lived. I drive there.
An hour or so later I pull up into a dirt drive way. All the lights are off and I cut the engine. I shut my door quietly, I don't think anyone will forgive me for this. None of my family has ever made a rational choice of killing someone when no ones life is in danger. I bit my lip, Seth. God Seth is going to be a mess. Mason, I hope he understand.
I shove my keys into my pocket and head up the stairs. I peeked in through the window, an old ragged looking man sat in a moldy chair half asleep. I growled not caring who heard. I looked into his thoughts, but there's nothing there. Not really, just random fragments.
Now I know I have to kill him. He doesn't even think about the things he did to his sons. I growl. Only thing is about how. Human or wolf? Give him a chance to apologize or just kill him? And then there is how painful. I don't have much time to think, I've started shaking. I knock on the door. There's a sound on the other side. I smell alcohol. I growl again.
The man opens the door, "Hello foxy thing." He says eyeing me much like Lyle does. I know where Mason's manners don't come from. Not that he had very many tonight. I shudder. "What you want?" He licks his lips.
I shake, "You dead, is that a reasonable request?" I growl and show my teeth.
He rubs his eyes and says something that sounds like, "Dang boos." Then he clears his throat, "What I do know?"
"Not now, several years ago actually," Why am I talking to him? "You almost beat your son to death." I tell him.
"You with child services or something?" He ask and I get a strong scent of alcohol.
"No," I tell him and my pupils widen and my teeth grow sharper. "Not at all." I tell him though it's hard to talk when I'm phasing. "But I hope they'll be the ones to find you." I shake.
"Are you okay?" He ask and backs away from the door.
"I'd be asking yourself that question." I tell him with a snarl. Then my shaking takes over. I phase completely with in seconds and jump on the man. He tries to push my away and I grab his neck and snap it. He lies lifelessly but I don't care. I rip and tear at his body and growl with content.
After cleaning myself up I put my cloths, which I was careful not to get blood on, and grab a paper towel. I wrap my head around it and pick up the phone. I call 9-1-1 then hang up knowing I'll be long gone when they get here. I walk back out to the car and drive to Mason's.
Again, sry for the late, late, super late, update. I'll try harder to keep up with this, I swear! Hope you enjoyed.
