All Useless Things In Someone's Mind

Don't Anger Devils

- D A D -

El and Abel had started drifting off into slumber when the loud bang of the door being slammed open made them jump. Both girls sat up and looked up at the tall man approaching them with angry steps.

"Get. Out." He looked at El and pointed out the door, "leave my house right this instance! I don't want you infecting my daughter with any more of your demons."

With fearful tears in her eyes, El stood and grabbed her bag off the floor before running out the door. Abel hurried after her.

They ran down the hall, down the stairs, out the front door.

Abel's father stepped outside after them, yelling to his daughter. "Young lady if you don't come back here right this instant, I am not letting you back in!"

But she ignored him and chased after her friend.

She caught up to El when the smaller girl stopped for a moment to put her backpack on properly. Almost immediately and without a word they were walking away again, Abel following her friend to a destination she knew nothing about.

. . .

In a neighbourhood not too far from her own, Able now stood in front of a smaller, but still good looking, house.

"This looks nice," she thought out loud as El pushed open the front door without a key, "you guys don't lock your door?"

"Shhh" El held her finger to her own lips as they entered the house quietly.

Inside, the well-maintained appearance of the building was interrupted by the sight of a man passed out on the couch, un-groomed, with a drink in hand, and the smell of beer and body odour lingering in the air.

The girls tiptoed their way past the unkempt living room and up the creaky staircase into a room. What Abel assumed to be El's bedroom was filled with a bare mattress and a cardboard box, the beige walls and old wooden floors barren of any decorations or furniture.

"Okay well I guess that's why he won't care if you don't get home," Abel stated, referring to the sleeping man as she sat on the mattress, following El, "and this is a nice house, what in the world is this?" She gestured to the empty room as she finished her sentence.

El had put her bag down beside the makeshift bed and was laying on her side, her knees folded up and arms hugging herself as she faced the wall, yawning. Abel lay down behind El and wrapped her arms around her, waiting for a reaction. She relaxed into the position when nothing happened, holding her protectively and covering them both with the thin blanket available. "Goodnight," she whispered, closing her eyes.

"Goodnight," El repeated, already half asleep.

. . .

Their peaceful moment of rest didn't last long, once again interrupted by the crashing of a door against the wall. The man from earlier, now wide awake, stepped in and abruptly turned on the lights, causing the teens to rub their eyes and whine in a moment of sleepy confusion.

"Finally, you're home you lil' brat," the man spat out as the girls slowly adjusted their eyes and stopped squinting. He looked at them curiously. "Well hello there," he looked Abel up and down, "who's this?" He grinned devilishly with the question.

"Friend," El answered, not looking up.

"You, a friend?" He laughed, "so, is she a retard too or just a dyke?"

El didn't answer, so Abel did.

"I'm not a retard and neither is she!" She defended, staring angrily at the intruder.