Chapter 8

Putting a slice of lemon cheesecake on a plate, I placed it in front of Fraser with an almost loud smack, and then smiled. "Enjoy!" I exclaimed with fake enthusiasm. I ignored my mother and father's frown as I sat right beside my so called mate. He looked at me questioningly. "What? It's not like I poisoned it or something!" Now I wish I did. "Faith!" My dad growled lowly. I looked at him and then shivered, "I'm sorry," I mumbled then looked down at my lap. Blinking at Fraser, I almost felt bad for what I said. "It's okay, Mr. Archer, she is very entertaining, I believe I should return her the favor," in a second, he was behind my dad's chair, and I heard the snap. The snap of my dad's neck being broken. My eyes widened, then they snapped to Fraser's evil smirk, and a scream that bubbled in the surface seemed to be reluctant. I was shocked. And then I went for the scream, until I heard a screech,