I stopped myself from sliding as the car halted to a mid-stop. I had done this so many times in my life that I was used to it. I felt the boxes in the trunk slide violently as the car's rattling engine stopped abruptly. "DAD. THE STUFF." I reminded him, my monotone voice bristling with big annoyance.
"Right, right." Dad rubbed his rough hands behind his head, where it had very short gray- white hair. "The stuff."
He was a very careless driver, and it was like he was racing and stopped in the middle of it without warning. I swallowed a sarcastic comment and swung opened the heavy, old door with force. Dust were everywhere.
We were moving, now the traveling part done, and arrived at our new house in EGYPT From GREECE!!!
My friends were gone, I was away from my only-living grandma, and my birth land! I was going to finish my university and get a degree!!! All gone, my hopes and dreams, just because Dad couldn't afford a house in Greece and somebody recommended him EGYPT.
I grabbed my suitcases from the dusty trunk, and took a look at my new house.
Rusty, ugly, and old. It was terribly small, made out of old wood, and it was a townhouse. Compared to the other townhouses, this one looked like a trash haunted house.
"Must we live here, in this old, creepy house? I feel like ghosts are going to pop out of here." I shivered visibly.
"You are the ghost." Dad joked, and the joke fell flat.
Fine, I looked like a girl from a horror movie, short with long black hair and eyes with deadly pale skin. Fine, I had a quiet, silent aura and attack people with words. Fine, I was an introvert who had no interest in romance and got into brutal fights.
But that doesn't make me a ghost.
I grumbled, grabbing my suitcase and kicking the door open. It creaked horribly, and clouds of dust poofed everywhere. I stared at Dad who looked at me and shrugged. I stepped in the house, the floor groaning and bugs moving everywhere. Cobwebs and dirt filled this place, and it felt like no one's been here for centuries.
I sighed. Ever since Mom died, Dad was a bit crazy in the head. Murmuring about murder when she died from a chronological sickness. Saying stuff occasionally like "I must leave" and "I am not safe here or she". Safe here or safe there? In this creepy house or the perfectly normal house in Greece?
Another step was took, and this time mist seemed to cloud the house. It was so incredibly small and tight, with a kitchen connected to a living room and a short stairs to upstairs. No bathroom appeared to be at the first floor. I fought a need to scream.
Even though I was twenty one years old, I lived in the care of my Dad, half because he was going senile and needed my help, other half because he wished for it. Like he begged for me to live with him. I didn't understand.
"I'll clean." I said as I ran outside, covered in dirt. "I just need to stop by a store."
"No, no, you must stay with me." Dad grabbed my hand as I reached for the car door. "It's not safe out there."
I did my best to hide my disbelief. Dad thought that I, a twenty one year old horror-movie-type of a girl with a fourth degree blackbelt in Kung Fu, the star student in the dojo, would not be safe in a public store in daylight, but would be safe here, it a haunted house with barely any daylight on it?
"I'm pretty sure I would be fine." I said as I slowly grabbed his hand off my wrist. "It's broad daytime, with plenty of people around. I will choose a good store."
"No, listen to me." He pleaded, voice cracking with worry.
"I am listening to you, Dad." I said, my voice softening. "But I can't possibly sleep--much less live-- in this house without cleaning it. It would only be thirty minutes or so. You could come if you want."
He hesitated for a moment, considering my offer. Then he shook his head and said, "No, it would be to risky. You'll be safer without me."
Nodding, though I had no idea what he meant, I started the rattling car and headed on. In my purse, I had my wallet, tissues, and bug spray. Why bug spray? Well, bug sprays are really harmful to human body if you smell it, and more if you touch it. So what happens if it gets into your eyes? Doom. It was a best weapon for a cheap price.
I hummed to myself, trying to cheer up. I could get fast food on the way, or get tonight's dinner...
Red lights flashed, and I waited. My car trembled hard, since it was really old, and I reached for my purse. Did I have my McDonald's cards? My friend gave them for my parting gift...
Where was it? My wallet? I couldn't haveleft it at home?
Oh. My suit case.
I groaned. I was twenty minutes from home, just five minutes away from the store. But when the green lights flashed, I turned my car and went home.
The GPS went crazy, saying "Turn right. Turn right. Turn right. Turn right. You must turn right." Right? I never went that way before?
I shut the thing off and tried again. It loaded, and it just showed me a plain map. I sighed. Why was this happening?
Thirty minutes passed and I made it home. I walked out of the car. The door was open? Dad never left the door open. He always locked it. Fear creeped in my head.
Intruder.
I tip-toed off and stared through the door, unmoving. I always hid my presence really well, and people always didn't notice me unless I spoke to them.
Or make a sound.
Sweat poured off me as I saw a tall, muscular man with dark hair and skin. My Dad was on the floor, trembling, dark brown eyes full of fear. The tall man vibrated, and I realized that he was laughing.
"Where is she, old man?" He said with a surprising high voice.
"You can never find her." Dad hissed, and then winced in pain. He was full of bruises.
The man bruised my dad.
"Oh? Really? How come when I can find you so easily?" The man raised his fist, and I saw red. The man dared attack my innocent father. The man dared break into my house and demand where I was like some creep in a Netflix show.
My hand reached over to my bug spray, but then I stopped myself. I got a hunch that he went be fazed by this attack.
The man brought his fist down in impossible speed, but somehow I was faster. A loud CRACK was heard as I tornado kicked him, straight in the face.
The man stumbled, grabbing where I kicked him. His bright green eyes stared right into me with an unreadable emotion. Wait, green?
His eyes were green?
"Oh, I didn't notice you at all. How? Did you already know how to use your powers?" The man said with pure interest as he took a step closer. "That would be...concerning. How was a little thing like you so strong?"
"Oh, I'm little thing? Maybe your just fat. Have you ever considered that? Who are you, how dare you break a law in front of my eyes, I trained to be a lawyer, damn it! You broke into my house like it's yours? Heh. Then would you also like a tour of hell, you worthless being of existence? Are you dumb or just stupid? Did you also torture my dad but think that I'll answer you? Are you serious?"
He blinked once. Twice. Three times. Then bursted into a laughter. I stared at him for a minute, and raised my bug spray. He raised his hand in peace. "Woah. You bite, don't you? Did you just call me fat and worthless existence? When I am three times the size of you?" He flexed his muscles, and I sprayed him with the bug spray, unimpressed. He gagged, batting his face. Was he supposed to be handsome or something? He sure ain't.
And I was known for my unbending will.
"Try anything funny and I will kick you so hard your head will be twisting." I warned, thinking about the anime show I watched. About a demon girl kicking really hard to another evil demons face that it twisted ten times. But it was a bald lie. I can't kick harder then what I just did, and his head was hard. My foot literally hurts. And I had a feeling that he won't fall for the same trick again.
Because his venous green eyes told me that he was much, much dangerous then I was.