Chapter 21: Christmas Break

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It's Christmas break and Stiles can't come home for the holidays, because of something for school. How terrible is that?! My first Christmas away from him. He won't be able to meet my granny! The one that believes I'm the spawn of satan! He was supposed to get her mind off of me and onto him. Now I'm going to have to spend a whole week with her and her religious nonsense's. SHE EVEN PERFORMED AN EXORCISM ON THE HOUSE!! AN EXORCISM FOR CRYING OUT LOUD!!! Like can you be any more of a heartless wench. She should just be glad she has a grandchild. I have an uncle, but I never met him. I guess he's gay and granny drove him away with 'the righteousness of god'. I swear that women ruins everything. I have no idea if he has any kids. My mom was too young when he moved out. My granny is going on another one of her tirades about my father being the devil himself and I should be exorcised before he comes to take me as his maiden. She's driving me nuts with her being. Please Saint Nick somehow let Stiles come home. I do NOT want to have to deal with this alone. Granny's too much for me.

"Mylia! Will you grab the door please? I think it's your Christmas present from Stiles!" my mom yelled up the stairs. I groaned getting up off my bedroom floor and pulled my tank top down. I'm still in the pyjamas I wore last night and it's almost dinner time. I jogged downstairs almost getting attacked by the floor, for the third time today and went to open the door.

"STILES!" I screamed jumping into his open arms.

"Merry early Christmas babe," he whispered in my ears hugging me back.

"Thank God you're here! Now granny won't say anything to me for the rest of the time she's here! What are you doing here? I thought you couldn't come because of school?" I babbled going from happy to confuse.

"It was a façade to surprise you. You're mom was in on it," he replied putting me down. I shrugged and dragged him inside to the living room.

"Granny this is my boyfriend Stiles. Stiles this is my granny," I introduced the two.

"He too must be a devil worshipper. There's no way he would date the devil's daughter, satan if he followed the path of God," she explained pointing a bony at him. I rolled my eyes and dragged Stiles to the stairs.

"Sorry about my granny. She's a little on the loony side," I apologised.

"It's fine. I'm sure she could've been worse," he simply shrugged. I chuckled at his comment and went to my room.

"Trust me. She's already put me through heaven and hell," I scoffed closing the door.

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