Sold [Rough Draft]

Chapter 15 (new version)

                                                                        Chapter 15

                 True to his word I wasn't bothered in my sleep by any suspicious activity the entire night. Thankfully I got a goodnight sleep because I really needed it. With everything going on: my mother coming to me, me seeing the brunette Charity—younger and older—the constant terror of the devil and demons in Hell, Rita dying because of me... it's just too much for a girl to take. I quietly groaned of frustration and stretched my hands up to the ceiling.

               What did my life become? What happen to me? I wondered and sighed once again. It felt as though it was yesterday that I had stupidly jumped off the cliff of Morgan Park with Kim and Wren. It felt as though yesterday Wren and Kim where counting down the days till my birthday, planning parties with strippers and all. It still so hard to believe that every time I wake up I won't have Rufus to lick my face till it's clean, or my mother and father smiling at me.  It's hard to believe that you no longer can be in your mothers arm. 

              I honestly had no idea where all my security and confidence went, but I'm sure it's no longer with me. Instead I have to fend for myself. I am only one person, I have no 'strength in numbers'—no all my numbers are demons who want my head.  All the loyalty of my "servants" went down the drain. That's where it all went. Down the sticking drain right along with my identity and self-control.

              The realization hit me, the moment the life was brutally sucked out of image my mothers' shining eyes.

                 I was alone.

                I was all alone. By myself.

               With no shield.

           "I see you're up." A voice stated above me, jolting me out of my dazed-state. My eyes shifted over to Asmodues' tall frame relaxed in a chair. Too drawn to speak I nodded weakly. "Good. We have a lot to do. Get up." He ordered roughly.

           "I'm not ready to." I stated and shifted my body so that I was laying on my right side, my back away from Asmodues.  I covered my eyes the sheets and shut them tightly. There is always a day you just felt like staying in bed because your body didn't want to move even though you command it to—because you are too worn out and tried to even think. Thinking being a simple task I doubt that—if you can't do even that—you'd be able to get up from your bed.

             "He didn't ask you, cupcake." A deep chilling, shiver worthy, voice noted. Unlike Asmodues' it was more distant, indicating they were further away from my bed side that Asmodues.

           Modifying my body so that I was laying on my back, I sat up quickly I scanned the dim room. My eyes landed on Xavier immediately. "What are you doing here?" I snapped at him. He was supposed to leave the room after he discussed whatever he had to with Asmodues—not stay here. The point of me telling him I didn't want him to stay last night was because I didn't want to see his ugly—handsome—face in the morning.

            "This is my brothers' room, Sleeping Ugly ." Xavier shot back and continued to stare at the TV screen. Images of people talking flickered across the screen, but my brain was too jumbled to even comprehend what was going on. "I have every right to be here. You...on the other hand..."His feet teetered left and right, repeatedly, on the coffee table. The remote control he held in his hand rested against his bottom lip and he continued to engage his eyes on what was going on on the screen.