Drowning (1st book)

11. Highway to Hell

Asher doesn't bother me for a week. A straight week! That scares me. He usually finds time to pester me about the Michael sword and opening the portal to Heaven and letting all Hell break loose. Literally.

But this week I haven't seen a single sighting of him. I wonder what he's been doing.

It's a chilly Friday evening. I put a black leather jacket over my jeans and Fall Out Boy t-shirt.

I open my door and walk on the green grass that needs to be mowed. My fault. I'm a lazy teenager who has a demon tailing her ass, give me a break.

I walk all the way to my lake. I walk the perimeter a few times and remember the time Asher dragged me down to the bottom of the lake and told me about the situation I'm in.

I shake my head and slightly smile.

Good times.

I think about Asher and the way his hair is parted and how it gleams when the light hits it. Or how he stayed with me when that demon tried to kill me.

He likes to portray himself as a big, mean, killer demon, but he's not. He's a softie.

I walk on the dock. I listen to the click my converses make on the wood. I sit down criss cross applesauce on the edge.

Asher Dorian.

I bite my lip.

I think about the night we almost kissed.

I think about what would have happened if we would have kissed.

I imagine his lips on mine, soft and pink. I imagine him pulling my body close to his and tethering his fingers in my chestnut hair. His lips slide over mine and mold into my own. His olive skin tone clashing with my pale white. His lips moving quicker, more aggressive. His hands grab a fist full of my hair and pull my head back. I move my hands under his shirt and-

"Rose!" a voice yells that snaps me back to reality.

I jump when I see Asher sticking his head out of the water and feel slightly embarrassed.

He winks at me.

"How much of that did you... read?" I ask hesitantly.

"All of it. I'm disappointed in you Rose, I'm a much better kisser than that," he says teasing me.

I frown.

"What do you want Asher?" I skeptically ask.

He sarcastically puts his hand to his heart.

"Oh Rosie that hurts! I just wanted to see you! Can't you just believe that?" he makes puppy dog eyes at me.

"No, I can't."

He sighs.

"Well you're right, I've taught you well."

I cross my arms over my chest and give him an incredulous look.

"You've taught me nothing!"

He rolls his eyes and grabs my arm.

"We don't have time for this. Come on, off you pop. To Hell we go," he says dragging me underwater.

I don't even have time to protest.

Hell? He'll no! See what I did there? Hell no? Okay whatever, it was funny.

Anyways, I am not going to be dragged down to that pit of fire and torture!

I resist Asher's grip. I struggle and struggle.

He wins the battle and pulls me down into the dirt portal.

I cough and hack up water on the dirt floor.

Once I finish, he drags me to the back of the room where a wooden door is.

"Please, don't," I look at Asher with pleading eyes.

I see a hint of pity in them as he opens the door and leads me into Hell itself.