Jekyll's Granddaughter

Four

Gabriel's P.O.V.

She called me an hour later. Dammit, I knew this would happen. She told me she punched another hole in her wall. Her hand was bleeding. She was angry, her mother didn't care, she was in pain, she was confused, and her meds weren't working. The same things every time.

"Didn't we just have the best experience ever?" I asked her.

"That's irrelevant now. I'm too angry to be happy."

"Hailey." I said in a concerned voice. "The last time you were this angry, you know what happened."

"What? I trashed my mom's car, so what? She didn't even care. She just bought a new one" she snapped at me.

"Okay Hailey, you just do whatever you want. It's what you always do anyway." I hung up the phone.

She kills me, but I can't help feel some weird way for her. I love this girl, and this is all I ever get. Snappy sass. But that's Hailey, and she wouldn't be the same without it. Someone knocked on my door, and in came my Father. He smiled looking down at me laying on my bed. I frowned slightly and he sat down.

"She kills me dad."

"Who?"

"Hailey! She's just so stubborn!"

"Just like her father." He chuckled softly.

I laughed with him, and he laid next to me. I looked at his muscular build, his structured face, and his deep green eyes. I smiled and looked at the door way. My mom stood there, petite and happy. She laughed as she looked at her boys, and said dinner was done. I jumped from the bed, helping my dad up. He held his back and smiled looking at me. We walked down stairs into the kitchen, and it smelt delicious. Italian food, my favorite.

My little sister came running in behind me, being chased by our German Shepard, Snake. I laughed as he jumped in front of her and she fell on her butt. She stood, looking at me angry. She was ten, and she was feisty. I looked from her to the kitchen then back to her. She smirked and ran forward into the kitchen, grabbing the food first.

"Hey, Angela!" I yelled.

"Too bad!" she yelled running with her plate.

I laughed and grabbed food for myself. My mother sat next to me, and kissed my head. She smiled looking in my eyes, hers being very, very brown.

"So, Hailey huh?"

"DAD." I yelled looking at him.

"I married her, she knows everything I know."

"Son, she's perfect for you. She's your other half honey."

"Mom, I don't know."

"You love her?"

"Yes."

"Then she must love you, it's obvious she does."

"She does?"

"Boys are idiots." She said turning to her food.

I scoffed and ate my dinner, but I tasted nothing, nothing but Hailey's lips. Sweet, soft, and all mine.