Evil Follows Me Home

Why hello there my fellow INK lovers! I'm back yay :D I have very recently found all my old INK stories! There are a lot I might add and I thought this one would be good to put together. Don't worry hopefully the gap between chapters wont be as long as last time (sorry!) because I've already written it I just have to put it into chapters and press post and hey presto you have another INK story whoop! Here we go again

ZERO

It's almost the holidays. In one more miserable, unbearable minute that bell will ring and we will all be free. Well everyone except for me that is, and my friends. Miss Macbeth slaps a ruler down on my desk, making me jump. This silences everyone.

"What is one thousand seven hundred and fifty four times the square root of nine million?" She yells

"Miss it doesn't really matter, because you can't give me any more detentions for not answering correctly, so I'm not going to." I say swinging back on my chair in glee as Miss Macbeth's face turns red.

"Everyone will write lines one thousand million...!"

She's cut off as the bell goes and there's a massive cheer as students run for the door. I casually collect my books and trudge outside with my friends. None of us are really that happy about the holidays but it's only for two weeks and we've agreed to have a sleepover at Newton's in the middle. Mr. Soper is saying goodbye to all of the students and I walk up to him. I go to open my mouth but he side steps around me and goes over to Miss Macbeth. I sigh and follow.

"Miss Macbeth I almost forgot to give you this. I don't know who sent it, but it's for you."

Mr. Soper hands Miss Macbeth a letter. Everyone in the yard stops and stares. Maybe she's been fired? She squeals in delight.

"Oh it's from him. He's invited me to stay at his house for the holidays, how wonderful."

"Is this your boyfriend Miss Macbeth?" Burt teases next to me.

"No it's not, he's a friend I met him a week ago. Now shouldn't you all be gone by now?" She huffs and walks away

"I bet she wrote that letter to herself, pretending to be her boyfriend." I snigger to Burt

"Yeah who would ever like Macbeth?" He laughs and walks off

A limo pulls up outside the school and Trixie comes up to us. She hugs us goodbye and checks for the sixth time if we all have each others numbers then hops in her car and drives away. Newton's Dad comes next and poor Newt is crying as he's driven away. Everyone else has gone; it's now just Vin and I. I glance at his watch. My Dad's half an hour late. He probably forgot, again. A bus with a couple of other kids rolls up in front of Pinkerton. Vin picks up his bag and turns to me.

"Where's your Dad?"

"Late, no he's forgotten, I'll just have to walk." I grumble

"How far away is it?"

"Pretty far, but I know the way. Have fun; see you in a week or so, yeah." I sigh

"Yeah I guess so."

We hug except it lingers for a bit, eventually I pull away, pick up my own bag and walk to the gates with him. We say goodbye and wave as the bus rumbles off, away from Pinkerton and to the orphanage. I sigh and start the long journey home. Home. It sounds alien, not the right word to use. How about prison or hell, or a prison in hell, I like the last one. Further into the journey the streets start to change, from clear and peaceful to rubbish littered and frantic. The houses turn into crumbling, dingy shacks and I know I'm back. Great…

I stop in front of a white weatherboard house with a sloping veranda. If it had a new coat of paint, a nice garden that was recognisable as one and cheerfulness to it then it would be quite a good home. The only problem with that image is it's just that an image. The real house is the exact opposite. A taxi screeches past and I force myself to open the door. The smell of doom and despair seeps up my nose, wanting to make me gag. A booming, blood freezing voice shouts down the hall from the back of the house.

"Who's there? Is that you, Nothing?"

"Yes it's me Dad and I'm now called Zero."

"I couldn't care less what you're called; I'm calling you Nothing, because that's what you are, got that. Now I have to make a phone call, so go to your room and don't you dare make a sound."

"Yes sir." I sigh and trudge down the hallway to the back.

Dad's room on this level along with the bathroom in the hall and at the back opening up is the kitchen tucked away to the left and the dinning room/lounge room in the centre with the creaky stairs to the left. I ascend them, but I pause and stare at my Dad, slumped in the armchair. His grey hair ruffled and sleek with grease, his muscular body crumpled and wrinkled like paper even though he has the strength of a polar bear. I avert my eyes and go up stairs. I force open the door at the end of the corridor. A musky smell fills the still air. Dust has collected on the few pieces of furniture I have. I toss my bag into a corner and sit on the edge of the bed sighing. Home sweet home Zero, aren't you glad you came back? Of course you're not why would anybody be? I lye back and shut my eyes. I've got nothing better to do than sleep I suppose for the next two weeks! A knock at the front door makes me climb to my feet.

"Zero answer the door!" Dad bellows

I reluctantly obey, but as I descend the stairs a feeling of joy surges through me. What if it's my friends? I dash to the door and open it violently a huge smile on my face. That smile evaporates instantly and I have the urge to slam the door and run for my life. The woman on the other side scrunches her ugly face at the sight of me, but her eyes give away the malicious thoughts running through her disturbed and rather dumb head. I stumble back as the woman enters and calls out to my Dad in a sickly sweet voice that churns my stomach.

My Dad comes to stand in front of me and pats the woman on the back and steps aside to let her in. I should have taken the hint but my shock clouded my senses and I didn't move away. Instead Dad violently shoves me aside with one hand and I find myself pressed up against the wall my head knocking into it leaving a slight throb behind. I slump against it with my dry mouth hanging loosely in confusion and horror.

Short yes but the second chapter will be posted with this one so it's all good. Enjoy and pretty please review! Happy New Year everyone