CHAPTER 3

*the question isn't who's going to let me, it's who's going to stop me*

"Y-you're a monster," she whispered and I nodded, standing up.

"A monster." I repeated, walking over to her seat. "You think you know so much about me don't you?" I asked, picking up a pen. It had a sharp point at the end and I held it up to the light, analyzing it. This could do some damage. I smiled at the thought but quickly frowned, remembering where I was. I could get tasered or sent to an emergency asylum. "You read my file and thought, "oh! Manners is a monster!" I said in a high pitched voice.

"You're a murderer," she blurted out and I turned her chair around and stood right in between her legs, leaning my head to one side.

"So I killed a few people." I shrugged. "Boohoo." I said and she narrowed her eyes, following my movements when I started to walk again this time to stand behind her.

"You killed 6 people," she seethed.

"Pretty low in number if you ask me." I shrugged, tracing the back of her chair with the pen.

"And you fatally injured more than fifty people and you call that low?" Mrs Jones' voice rose and I clamped my hand down on her shoulder. She stilled, her pen freezing on her paper.

"Semantics." I whispered, pressing the sharp part of the pen against her neck. "It would be so easy to pierce your death skin with this." I whispered into her ear.

"You. Are. A. Monster," she said through gritted teeth and I chuckled, moving my hands to her shoulder. "You get off on stuff like this, don't you?" She asked, about to turn her head towards me but I forced it forward again, "you love seeing people in pain you sick child," she said and I shrugged and tightened my fingers on her shoulders, making her squirm uncomfortably. 

"What can I say?I find it mind-blowing." I patted her shoulder and walked around her, back to my seat. "But I'm not going to hurt you, you're not my type." I grinned, plopping down on my seat, "you're too old."

I watched her face change as she took offense to my statement before turning neutral again.

"Anyway, let's start over, shall we?" I told her and she nodded, brushing her hand over her skirt.

"It states here on your file that your father gave you a nickname that triggers something in you when you're being called that," she said and I glared at her. This woman surely wanted her name to appear on my imaginary death note.

"Skip that topic, how about we talk about what I should do to keep my anger in check?" I asked her and she smirked. Oh woman,you don't know what you are getting yourself into.

"I am the therapist here you don't give topics, I do." She said and I nodded with mock encouragement. Maybe you should give topics that will keep you alive.

"Can you give me a good reason why that name is so important to you?" She asked and I inhaled and exhaled slowly. This was one of the reasons I killed.

"I'm not gonna answer you scarecrow." I replied and she smiled kindly at me.

"Perhaps I could call you that so I'll know what really happens," she said and I stood up. Curiosity kills the cat bitch.

"Don't you dare say it." I ordered and she smiled at me.

"Rage," she said softly and I snapped. I screamed in anger and ran into her, punching her mercilessly as she gasped for breath. No one calls me Rage.

"No one calls me rage except dad, no fucking one. You. Have. No. Fucking. Right. To. Call. Me. Rage." I explained and  reached into my pocket, brought out my pocket knife and drew a long scar on her face as she screamed out loud in the sweetness of pain.

I heard the door slammed open and I was pulled off her immediately. I trashed in their arms and screamed out in pain when I felt the familiar, horrifying taser shocking my skin, seeping into my blood, almost drying it up.

"STOP! PLEASE I WON'T DO IT AGAIN. I PROMISE." I yelled out and it stopped. I glanced at the security through my teary vision and saw a medical team escorting Mrs Jones out of her bloody mess of an office. Storm ran into my arms and I held him tight as I was forced and dragged out of her office. My hair was a mess and I was sweating profusely as words kept whispering itself out of my mouth. I couldn't control them. I couldn't stop them. My head made them. My mind kept telling me this was the right thing to do, the right way to act. They needed to see this side of me. They needed to witness what I was capable of. I am after all, Rage.

"Only dad calls me rage,

I was taken to a cold room and was kept on a chair but I stood up and sat on the floor in a corner, my knees pressed to my chest still whispering those words. I heard a phone ring and I ignored it. I could only focus on the words in my mind and the major pain my brain kept releasing.

"Mrs White, your attention is needed at Manchester mind mental center." I heard a man say and after some minutes nearly an hour with me still whispering those words, mom came in, really angry. I could see it etched on her face through the strands of my hair. She was disappointed in me. She was tired of me. I failed her. I failed everyone. I failed dad. I failed Garriet. I failed my best friend.

Well guess what fuckers, Rage doesn't care.

"Get up Harriet." I heard her growl and I shook my head no. My mind wasn't done. No one had the right to interrupt.

"Can we talk in private please," the man told her and they left the room. Good. Soon they came back and mom gave me a hand to lift myself up.

"We're leaving," she announced and I ignored her hand and got up on my own, hugging Storm really close and just staring at my adorable shoes as we left the building.

"Get in," she ordered and I opened the passenger door and sat down, strapping the seat belt and leaning my head against the car seat.

I opened my eyes when mom slowed down and noticed we were already as home. I got down with Storm and opened our home door to see a man in a gray sweatshirt and joggers, watching TV with my brothers.

"Who the fuck are you?" I asked, my voice almost louder than the program they seemed so interested in and he turned to look at me with a smile etched on his face as he stood up and came closer to me. My hand automatically went to my leather bracelet in case I needed to show him who he shouldn't mess with.

"I'm Sam, your mother's boyfriend," he said and brought out his hand for a handshake but I kept staring at him with cold eyes. He ignored it and kept on smiling at me.

"He said he's going to be our new daddy." Wilson said frowning and my blood began to boil.

"Who the fuck gave you the right to claim?" I asked him, breathing slowly as his eyes widened in fear. Guess he knew what I was capable of.

"Look-"

"Answer me tough guy." I raised my voice and smirked at his shaking form. 

"Gwen did," he replied and I laughed licking my lower lip. I really need a lip ring. I brought out my knife, watching his reaction as his eyes widened in fear.

"You've heard of me, haven't you?" I asked him, moving closer to him as he moved backwards slowly to a wall, "you know about the famous kid serial killer Harriet. You know how old I was when I had my first kill. I was 8 then. I broke his skull with an abandoned car shaft and dragged his lifeless body as his blood stain the main road and kicked him off the bridge." I narrated, giving him my million dollar psychotic smile as I pinned him against the wall, pressing the knife close to his eyes and drawing circles on his forehead.

"Let me go kid," his voice was gruff and I couldn't help but laugh out loud at the confidence he was faking. I could see the fear in his eyes, clouding his pupils.

"How are you supposed to be our daddy if you're scared of a 16 year old? I asked with a fake pout. "Now you're gonna do me a favour, you're gonna breakup with my mom and tell her that you can't date a married woman with kids." I requested and he glared at me making me smile at him and tap his head, whispering atta boy.

"Actually I'm divorced." I heard mom's voice and I groaned and left him alone, facing her.

"I'm sorry Gwen but this can't go on forever. Put a leash on your daughter." He walked out, his footsteps hard and I glared at his back.

"Why do you keep doing things like that, scare people away from us?" she growled and I rolled my eyes.

"Go do your homework guys." I ordered my brothers and they ran upstairs with Storm, leaving me with mom.

"He's a Gold-digging asshole," I replied and she glared at me and sighed, clearly not ready for a fight.

"Pack your bags you'll be leaving to California tomorrow, you'll be staying with your dad," she said and my eyes widened in excitement.

"You're finally sending me away so you won't be hearing the truth anymore right?" I teased and she rolled her eyes. "I'm sending you away because that's what the law requested, it's either you live with the only person you're easy with or you go back to the asylum and stay there till you act as a normal. And don't even act like you aren't happy," she explained and I grinned.

"So the law is scared of me now?" I asked and she glared at me.

"Pack your bags Harriet," she deadpanned, totally avoiding my question and I scoffed. I then remembered it was only me going and the boys were going to be alone and I frowned.

"Are you going to give me my phone back?" I asked and she rolled her eyes and nodded. Mom took my phone from me last year when she discovered what I had been searching for in google. 10 cool ways to get away with.

"I'll be heading back to the office, duty calls," she said and left, not bothering to hear my reply.

"Duty my cute ass." I muttered and went upstairs to share the news to my brothers.

She's finally leaving guys