Chapter 12

He pauses, and the look on his face is freaking me the hell out. In all the years I have known David I can count on one hand how many times he looked nervous. It was that few and far between. Right now the man looked like he was on the verge of a panic attack. He sat quiet for a minute or so giving me time to mentally prepare for this. I've hurt a lot of people, so I have no clue who could have taken over. "How much is it?"

David looks away and mumbles a number. "What was that?" I ask.

"Five hundred thousand dollars.." He finally says with a sigh.

I suck in a sharp breath. That's a lot of money, so whoever it is that's wanting me dead must truly hate me. I can only think of two people who have that strong of a hate towards me. "Please tell me it's not them." I almost beg for him to lie to me, and deny that my own blood would do this.

"I'm so sorry, but I'm not going to lie to you. It is, and they are really pissed at you. They put out the hit the moment they took over, and said that if somebody brought you in alive they'd throw in an additional two hundred grand. If it happened within the week, then they'd double it."

The moment he finished I dropped my head onto my desk hard, then did it a couple more times for good measure. The last time I went to slam it down though, I hit a soft surface. Looking up I found Jesse's hand retracting to his lap.

"Stop doing that or you might knock out some of the few remaining brain cells in that head of yours." Devon joked. It seemed like he was genuinely trying to make an effort with me, but it was too little too late for that. Way too late, considering I just found out the donors want me dead.

I stood up from my desk and walk around it until I'm standing directly in front of Devon. "This is all your fault!" I scream and storm out of the room. This was just too much for me to handle right now. It was one thing knowing that they irrationally hated me, but to know that they had such a deep seated hatred towards me was absolutely killer.

Just when I thought that they couldn’t hurt me any more, they go and prove me wrong. I thought that I had locked myself away from any hurt they could bestow on me, but this actually hurt a bit. My expectations were always below the ground low with them, and this just proved to be an all time low for us. There would be no redemption from this, and no forgiveness. Not that I had planned to forgive them, but it was always something that just sat at the back of my mind. I tell myself that this is normal behavior for people with parental problems, always having that slight hope of getting their approval and love, but this went beyond normal and I felt that small sliver of hope die.

I notice Jesse, Devon, and David getting up to follow, but I'm far to gone with hurt and anger to care. All I know is that I have to get away from the prying eyes. I could feel the anger waiting to explode out of me, and the less people that witnessed this, the better. This whole thing is entirely Devon’s fault. It really isn't that hard to pick up a damn phone and talk for five minutes.

By the time we make it out to the parking lot Devon is beyond pissed at me.

"What the fuck Dakota! Why would you scream at me like that in front of every one? It was humiliating!" He whines.

That little whine was all it took for me to lose it. I couldn't hold it in any more. I erupted like a volcano at him, way too mad to care about avoiding them any more.

"This whole thing is your fault!" I scream. Before he even has a chance to argue I plow on. "If it weren't for you I wouldn't have a hit out on me. Oh but wait, if they bring me in alive they get even more money. They're offering up more money than even I knew they had. All because they hate me, and why do they hate me, you ask?"

I get right in his face to speak in a deathly quiet voice. "It's all because of you."