88 THE HATE WITHIN

LUKE'S POV Just when my aunt had stormed out of the room, I marched out as well, anger written all over my face. My eyes were filled with intense rage, and I could just burn this woman to ashes, Phoenix shit. Because she had taken things too far, forgetting who she truly was. Forgetting her place, lifting her shoulders, thinking she was a god, always creating a sense of irritation everywhere. A venom catching your throat, killing you in the inside, ripping apart your liver, and ruining your intestines. Making your life dark, taking away the brightness, inserting the anger, killing you slowly. A scorpion with intense poison, a snake in disguise. A harmful bee ready to sting bitterness, a snake fully prepared to spit its poison, ammonia that was going to make you insensible. Family but not family. Human but not human. A heart within her, but no heart. It was all about evil for her, brimming with exhilarating pride. Her evilness spreading far and wide, devouring the weak w