BAD CUPID

Created By: Snow Marisvega

Chapters 19.

Dedicated to fifteenthofMay

~•Raven's P.O.V•~

2:14pm

I got out of my car and took off my sun glasses, locking up the car and walking into my house with a smile while holding my purse.

"Hello, Miss Frost" George, our Butler greeted with a smile.

As I stepped through the tall doors, I flashed George a warm smile. "Hello, George. You look stunning," I said, teasing him about his everyday outfit. The enticing aromas of various foods wafted through the air, making me smile even more.

I was reluctant to leave the hospital, wanting to wait until Dylan's discharge. But Mom's urgent call had summoned me home. Parents could be so demanding.

As I approached the stairs, my brother Nixon descended, looking dapper in his blue suit-pants and crisp white shirt with the top button undone. He always knew how to dress to impress.

"Someone's looking nice," I said with a smirk, eyeing his outfit. "Got a date?"

Nixon, four years my senior, had just turned twenty-one two months ago. I, on the other hand, was counting down the days until my eighteenth birthday. Our parents often joked that Nixon was the golden child, while I was, well, not so much. As a Harvard student studying business administration – courtesy of Dad's influence – Nixon was only home for a brief two-week break.

"Hey, you," he said with a warm smile, opening his arms for a hug. "No date, just heading to the office with Dad."

As we hugged, I noticed a new scent wafting from him. It wasn't bad, just different. "You've changed your perfume," I observed, raising an eyebrow.

Nixon smirked. "This one's much better. It's imported from England."

My curiosity got the better of me. "How much did it set you back?"

"Not much. Just eight hundred bucks extra, that's plus the price of the last perfume" he furrowed his brows as he answered, a smile fixed on his face.

I arched a brow at him. "Your last perfume was over a thousand dollars." I stated "....plus eight hundred bucks." I quivered my lip for a second. "So you're trying to tell me that you spent two thousand dollars. On a perfume?"

"Don't even think about judging me," Nixon shot back, "You spent two thousand on those stupid shoes you got shipped from Asia."

I huffed. "First of all, they're silver stilettos and they're classic and super gorgeous. Two, they were still new, so I had to buy them that same week. And three, they cost one thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine cents. It wasn't up to two thousand."

I folded my arms, satisfied with my defense.

Nixon huffed, "Mmhmm. Right."

People often mistook us for twins due to our banter and similar mannerisms. However, a closer look revealed the age difference. Nixon was not only my brother but also my partner in crime – and the best one at that. He was perfect in every way.

He was my own savior.

I rolled my eyes at Nixon. "Whatever. Where's Mom? She called me, saying it's urgent."

As I walked into the living room, Nixon whispered, "Oh, you're in big trouble."

I frowned. "What for?"

Nixon's voice remained low. "Seriously? You were grounded for a week, and you left the house."

I shrugged, unfazed.

"You really love to test Dad's patience, huh?" Nixon teased.

I flashed him a smile. "We all know I don't care."

As I entered the living room, Nixon added, "Your buddy was on the news today."

"Dylan? Why?" I asked.

Nixon shrugged. "Dunno."

Dad stood facing the TV, sipping wine, while Mom sat on the couch, looking worried. "Raven," Mom called softly, putting down her tea.

I kissed her cheek, ignoring the concern etched on her face. "Hey, Mom."

Nixon stood by, hands in his pockets, awaiting the outcome. Dad's expression turned murderous.

"Why are the Frosts looking at me... that way?" I asked, frowning.

Dad's voice was emotionless. "Where were you?"

I smiled sweetly. "At the hospital, visiting my friend. You know, the one I told you about this morning."

Dad began walking toward me, his eyes narrowing. "What did I tell you?"

"I can't remember" I shook my head still smiling.

"Raven," Mom whispered, her voice laced with a warning, a subtle caution to tread carefully.

Dad's face turned red with anger. "I specifically told you not to go back to that hospital and to stay at home."

I stood my ground, my voice firm. "I'm sorry, Father, but we both knew that wasn't going to be possible. He's my best friend, and he needed me. What kind of person would I be if I didn't go see him?"

Dad's anger boiled over. "BULL!" he bellowed, hurling his wine glass at the wall beside me. The glass shattered, and the wine splashed everywhere.

I didn't flinch, but I sensed Mom's tension, her worry palpable in the air.

"Dunk!" Mom called and stood up and to worsen things, Camella and Jasmine both came down, they stood a mile away from where Nixon stood.

Those demons.

Only my mother and my father's family called him Dunk, a nickname for Duncan. But to me, it was just a ridiculous name I'd grown accustomed to.

"This is my house, and you will listen to me," Dad snapped, his anger radiating like a palpable force. "I made it clear you shouldn't go back there, and you dare disobey me?"

His glare was intimidating, a mix of frustration and fury that made me want to shrink away. But I stood my ground, familiar with this look.

"Daddy, tell me," I began, arching an eyebrow, "if Mr. Baldwin were in the hospital, would you really not go see him?"

I paused, studying his expression.

"Dylan is my friend, the best thing that's happened to me in years. He doesn't care about the life I live or the money I have. He's never asked me for anything, not once. And even though I've only known him a few months, that says a lot. I had to go see him, and I don't regret it."

"Raven. Do not talk to your father that way." Mom scolded from behind me.

I turned to face her, my tone nonchalant. "But what have I done wrong? I'm just trying to make Daddy understand that I'd do anything for my friends, and no one can stop me."

"THAT'S ENOUGH" I instantly felt a sharp pain on my cheek. The slap was so loud as a clap and it stung. I held my cheek, my hair covered my face with the force of his hand touching my cheek.

"DUNCAN. HOW DARE YOU?" Mom yelled as she walked in front of me. "How can you hit your daughter?"

Too late.

"She talks way to much" Dad said with anger.

I stood frozen, clutching my face, as Nixon stormed towards us, his voice thundering with anger. "Dad, what the hell?"

He positioned himself between Dad and me, his eyes blazing with protectiveness. "You can't just hit her for going to see her friend!"

"Mind your tone."

Nixon's gaze locked onto Dad's.

I recalled the time Nixon defended me when I was twelve. A rich boy had pushed me down, and Nixon's fury was unstoppable. He beat the boy up, breaking his nose. Even after five years, Tony still had a crooked nose – a permanent reminder of Nixon's wrath.

As I gazed at Dad, I thought to myself: He's lucky he's our father. Otherwise, he might have ended up with a broken nose, just like Tony.

My eyes began to well up, but I refused to let tears fall. I tossed my hair back, standing up straight, and grasped Nixon's hand just as he was about to confront Dad.

Nixon turned to me, his eyes questioning, and I shook my head, silently telling him to back down.

"You've always been the different one. I don't know why you would never try to obey me. Every single time. I've given you everything and I just want one thing from you. Your loyalty. Your obedience. Why can't you just be like your cousins?" he yelled.

Those shitbags

Mom's voice was firm, her eyes flashing with anger. "That's enough, Duke."

I scoffed, the words tumbling out. "I'm sorry I'm not like my cousins, Daddy."

He just stared at me and then walked past us. "DANIEL. I HOPE MY CAR'S CLEAN OR YOU'RE FIRED" he yelled as he left.

I gulped, feeling a mix of emotions.

Mom began to speak, but I cut her off, forcing a bright smile. "It's fine, Mom. I'll be up in my room... maybe googling one thousand ways to kill your father." I glanced at Nixon, my smile still plastered on my face. "Excuse me."

I brushed past my cousins, who were smirking at me. I rolled my eyes and headed up the stairs to my room.

As soon as I shut the door, I dropped my purse on the king-sized bed and pushed my hair back. I walked over to the mirror, and the tears I'd been holding back began to fall. I shut my eyes, letting them flow, feeling the sting of hurt.

A knock on the door broke the silence, making me jump. I quickly wiped away my tears and coughed, trying to compose myself. "Come in," I said, my voice a little shaky, as I began tying my hair into a bun.

Rebecca walked in, and I groaned inwardly. "What do you want?" I asked, packing my hair.

She hummed, strolling in with crossed arms. "I just came to check on you."

"I'm fine," I said, placing my hands on the table and looking at her.

Rebecca smirked. "Are you sure, Raven? I mean, your daddy just lashed at you. I'm pretty sure little Miss Perfect is sad."

I chuckled slightly. "You came here to mock me."

Rebecca nodded. "Yes, I did. You're ignorant. I don't believe your friendship crap. It's you, Raven. You use people. That's who you are."

I gripped the table tightly, my anger rising. "Get out."

Rebecca laughed. "Listen to me, Raven. You might think you're a queen, but some of us here can take over. We're queens too."

I smirked. "Queen of the dead? Sure. No one's dragging your dusty crown."

Rebecca's smile faltered for a moment before she regained her composure. "Don't forget, I'm older than you, Raven. I can ruin you, and I will."

I raised an eyebrow. "Oh, honey. You'll be the one crying."

Rebecca smirked as she walked out. "We'll see.

I sat on my queen-sized bed, took off my heels, and pulled out my laptop. Time to get to the bottom of this. I began typing, searching for Clifford High School.

Once the site opened, I raised an eyebrow and smirked. I clicked on their website, found their phone number, and dialed it.

A female voice answered, and I asked, "Hi, um, I believe this is Clifford High?"

The woman confirmed, and I continued, "Yeah, uh, I wanted to know if your school is on a break? Are you guys on some kind of holiday?"

The woman replied, "No, we're not on break. Why?"

I furrowed my brows.

Interesting.

I introduced myself as Ms. Quinn, Rebecca and Camelia's aunt from their father's size, and pretended to make an inquiry since they were home.

"We have tried contacting their parents but can't reach them."

"Do you want to tell me what the problem is?"

"We'd rather you come in yourself."

Hmm oh.

I smiled, satisfied with the information. "Thank you."

As I hung up, I thought, Let's see who the bad bitch is now. They always talk about how good and perfect these demons are. I'm gonna spill all their secrets.

Just then, Nixon knocked on my door. "Michaela?"

I quickly shut my laptop and hid it under my pillow. "Come in."

Nixon walked in, putting on his suit jacket. "Hey."

I smiled, trying to appear calm. "Hey."

Nixon sat on my bed. "You look...not sad."

I chuckled. "I'm sorry Dad hit you."

Nixon's expression turned serious. "Dad was just being a butthead. You're perfect, and you're not his puppet."

I smiled, feeling a surge of gratitude towards Nixon. "Yeah, I understand."

Nixon stood up. "Maybe we can both go out later today?"

I hesitated, needing time to continue my investigation. "I...I'm tired, Nixon. How about tomorrow?"

Nixon nodded and began to leave. Suddenly, an idea struck me.

"Um, Nixon?" I called.

"Yeah?" He turned.

"Do you have a private investigator?" I asked, trying to sound casual.

Nixon's eyes narrowed slightly. "W-why?"

I smiled innocently. "Answer mine first."

Nixon hesitated before nodding. "Yeah, I do."

I beamed, satisfied. "Now, why?" Nixon asked, his curiosity piqued.

I shrugged, trying to downplay my interest. "Nothing. I just wanted to know."

Nixon looked at me suspiciously. "O...Kay."

I smiled, trying to reassure him. "Just...I need a hug before you go. I'm...I just need a warm hug because I—"

I looked down, putting on a sad face, hoping to manipulate Nixon into giving me the hug I needed to distract him.

"Aw..come here" he opened his arms and sat back next to me, he gave me a hug, patting my back. I hugged him back and dived my hand gently into the pocket of his suit jacket, taking out his cellphone slowly and carefully not letting my hand touch his body at all and when he broke the hug, I put his phone under my lap and smiled at him.

"Thank you Nixon. You've just helped me so much"

I smirked internally

"Nah. Just be good. I'll always be here for you" he kissed my forehead and waved before leaving, closing my door.

I took out his phone. It had a password.

I snorted as I typed it down.

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It unlocked.

He loves me.

I went into his contact list. Seven hundred contacts? No.

I went into the search box and began typing.

Private investigator

(No contact)

Investigator

(No contact)

Detective

And the it showed.

Detective Brown.

Yes!

I quickly grabbed my phone and copied the number into my contacts. Just as I minimized the apps and swiped the contacts box away, I heard footsteps approaching the door. I stood up and pressed the lock button just in time, as a knock came and the door opened.

"Hey Raven," Nixon said, walking in. "Did I leave...?"

I held up his phone, a smirk on my face. "This behind? Yes, you did. I was about to lay down and saw this pretty baby lying on my bed. Thank your stars I didn't sit on it."

Nixon chuckled, taking his phone from me. "Thanks."

"I was about to run and give it to you, but thanks for coming back up. No stress," I said with a smile.

He laughed. "You're something else." He said as he rushed out.

As he rushed out, I called after him, "Have a nice day!!"

"You too!" he shouted back.

I slammed my door shut, a mischievous grin spreading across my face. "And then...the redheaded bitch destroyed the other."

I dialed the number I had copied earlier, a sweet, youthful voice answering on the other end.

"Hello?"

"Hi. Am I speaking to Brown?" I asked, my smirk growing wider.

"Yes."

"This is Raven Frost, Nixon's sister."

Silence.

"Are you a private investigator?"

"Why are you asking?"

"Because I've got a job for you," I said, my voice dripping with satisfaction.

"What do you need?"

This is for running your mouths this morning, girls.

~•Flashback•~

2:06AM

I was really worried about Dylan and Jaxton. I didn't want to leave the hospital but his mom insisted I go home and rest for now and was also worried about my parents being worried so she had Mr. Dexwell drive me back home and she didn't want to take no for an answer, so I did even though it was late.

I arrived at my house tiredly, with a yawn I shut my car door and locked it approaching the doors. I opened them quietly and closed them back and was greeted by George instantly.

"Miss Frost. Thank God you're back" he said in his British accent.

"Of course I'm back. Did you think I'd let Rebecca and her sister rule this place" I replied with a smirk and he smiled.

"Raven!" A familiar voice called. I looked ahead and saw Nixon. He was putting on sweatpants and a vest. He walked up to me in a rush and hugged me.

"Where the fuck were you? I called you like a thousand times." He was worried.

I took out my phone from my purse and looked at it, i tapped the screen gently but it didn't come on. I sighed and showed him the dark screen.

"Sorry. I didn't know my battery died already"

"What happened? You know you can party but not till 2AM"

"I wasn't partying" I frowned at him. "I had a friend in danger and I..."

"Raven!" Another familiar voice called. One that had authority and power in it. I looked behind Nixon and saw Dad with an angry face and mom behind him.

They had been awake.

She walked up to me and hugged me. "Where were you? Its two in the morning. You were supposed to be home two hours ago." She scolded.

"I'm sorry mom. I.."

"Gonna spit out some lies?" Dad asked. I looked away from mom and at him

"No. I'm not gonna. My friends were in trouble" I said and then narrated the whole scene to them. From when we dropped Jaxton till the hospital part.

"Oh my God. Is he okay?" Mom asked referring to Dylan.

"I don't know. He was still unconscious when I left the hospital"

"I'll make sure that guy stays in jail" Nixon said and I smiled at him.

"So. Let me get this straight" Dad began, like magneto, he dragged all our attention to him. "You just got into a fight with a criminal. Something that wasn't your concern. Your business. You decided to play 'wonder woman' and be the hero of the night?" Dad arched his brows.

"No. I just.. They're friends. I called the cops for them and..."

"And why didn't you come home?" Dad asked walking towards us, towards me.

"I had to follow them to the hospital. Like I said. He fainted and I wanted to know he was okay?"

"Is he your brother? Boyfriend? Why would you want to care?"

"Best friend. That's what" I said with a straight face

"You should have minded your business. The Frosts do not interfere in people's lives. This could be bad for my business"

Business.
I hate that word

"Are you trying to ruin my company?"

"Dunk. Stop" Mom spoke up but dad ignored her.

"You go to a party and then it's a criminal next?"

"He tried to hurt my friend"

"Screw that."

"I think your dad's right Raven" I looked up the stairs and saw Rebecca and Camelia walk down the stairs.

"You should have just mind your business and come home straight" camelia said

"I went to give him his cellphone"

"And? Why nor come home straight? Why not leave the scene like you didn't see a thing?" Rebecca folded her arms.

Why am I even trying to explain to her?

"You see. When a family. Our family is having a discussion. Someone like you shouldn't interfere. Its dangerous" I scowled at her.

"All I'm trying to say is you should listen to your dad. He knows what's best and you should have been home a long time ago. I am family too remember" she smirked.

"She's right." Camelia spoke from beside her. "I mean. We're worried about you. You represent your father everywhere you go. That's how it is. That's how it should be. What would people say if they found out about this?"

"That's enough Camelia" Nixon spoke.

"But I'm just..."

"Not. Another. Word." He said, leaving periods on each word to emphasize.

"No. Why stop them? They're only saying the truth and nothing but the truth. They should make it clear to her"

"Its late. Let's all go to bed okay. She already said where she's been" Mom sighed, frustrated.

"This is all your fault. You're spoiling her. This... this demon"

I glanced at him.

"Don't you dare call our daughter that Dunk. If she's a demon then what exactly are you? Hmm?" Mom retorted

"BEATRICE!" Dad yelled.

"Don't. Shout my name" Mom replied instantly, placing her hand on my shoulder.

"All we're just saying is she should be more careful. Best friend or not. Family comes first" Rebecca shrugged.

I stared daggers at her and the corner her lips quivered into an evil smirk.

"She's right. You're grounded for a week" Dad stated.

"What? Dad no. I can-"

"You are GROUNDED. You will not leave this house to go see that 'friend' of yours. You won't leave this house at all unless its for school and you'll come back home straight after school. Tom will be dropping you off at school and will bring you home"

I frowned.

"Daddy that's insane. You can't ground me and I don't need a bodyguard or a day watchman. I mean this is not the kardashian family. I don't..."

"Do you really wanna test me?" His brows knitted in annoyance and I kept quiet.

"You know. Sometimes I wish this wasn't my family. It would have been better if I died at birth" I said angrily.

"Raven" mom was shocked by what I said. I just walked past all of them and up to my room.

I hate his family. Those girls are trying to ruin my life. They're making Daddy more angry at me. I hate them.

~•Flashback Ends•~

I will ruin them both. They wanna make life more miserable for me in my own house? They woke the devil up. They have crossed their limits.

No one. And I mean. No one, messes with The Frosts.

Author's Note

Uh oh. They've pushed Raven to the wall. Their days are numbered if I'd say.😂😂

Now there's one thing they all have in common. 'Family issue.' It has to be one parent.😭 I dont know how. I swear this wasn't what I planned but oh well. It worked out. 😂❤

❤Raven Killer Frost❤

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