《Gon And Killua Fanfic》Part 31
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We get to the mansion, I get out of the car walking through the woods. Hisoka and Illumi followed close behind. What did my father want? What was he going to say? Whatever it is I'm ready for it. I walk up to the front door and walk in. I see my mother but ignore her and walk to the basement where my father is.
Illumi: Don't try anything
Me: Yeah yeah
I walk down the stairs and see my father sitting in a chair. I walk over to him.
Me: Father
Silva: Sit down Killua
I sit down next to him. I take a deep breath.
Me: Why did you need me?
Silva: I'm glad you decided to come home
Me: I only came home because I don't want Gon getting hurt anymore-
Silva: Gon?
Me: Uh-
Silva: I thought you killed him?!
Me: W- well he um
Silva: So he's alive?
Me: Y- yeah
Silva: Ok, where is he?
Me: I'm not telling you
Silva: Fine then, but now that your home you will listen to everything me and your mother tell you do you understand
Me: Sure
Silva: Now I have a job for you-
Me: I'm not killing anyone
Silva: Remember you listen to everything me and your mother tell you
Me: Whatever I'm only here because-
Silva: Yeah I know, because of Gon. Stop thinking about him, he's no longer in your life anymore. You left him again he's not going to come looking for you or even care about you anymore
Me: I'm going to my room
I get up and walk out. I walk up the stairs and head upstairs to my room. When I get to the main floor I see my brother Milluki. I roll my eyes and continue walking.
Milluki: Hey don't roll your eyes at me!
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Me: Whatever
Milluki: Why did you have to come back? No one wants you here!
I continue walking up the stairs to my room. I close the door behind me and flop onto my bed. I look up at the ceiling and think about Gon. What if he really doesn't care that I'm gone? Maybe Milluki's right, no one wants me here. I sit up and look out the window. All I could see were trees. I shake my head and erase any thoughts of Gon.
Me: He doesn't care about me so stop thinking about him!
I punch the window breaking the glass. I heard someone running down the hall and froze when I saw who opened the door.
Me: Mom?
Kikyo: What in the world are you doing up here?!
Me: I'll fix it in the morning
Kikyo: Why is there glass everywhere?!
Me: I punched the damn window ok!
Kikyo: You try to escape and we'll lock you up again you understand me?!
Me: Yeah sure
She walks out and I put a blanket in front of the broken window. I lock my door and lay down.
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