Demons & Angels

12.

12. Newly Acquired Roommates

Olympia

I NEVER HAD TOO MANY ISSUES WITH MY ROOMMATE. WE HAD AN understanding and typically just ignored each other. A part of me believed she probably wouldn't even notice I was gone.

With how our dorm is set up we didn't see each other often. I was used to being by myself in my room typically buried in a book or schoolwork of some sort.

After the night at the club all of that came crumbling down. Now I was in an R.V. with all sense of privacy lost. Well to me at least.

Being in a dorm adjusted your sense of privacy but my roommate had been another woman. I managed to get myself a two-bedroom dorm as well. But even then, most one-bedroom dorms were bigger than the R.V. or at least wider.

It's not a bad R.V. when I look at it. The three beds were settled in nicely along with a couch in the way back and then the bathroom.

Lawson, the blonde one had told me all the rules that they made for the R.V. for I'd follow them. They weren't too bad.

Anytime I wanted a shower I had to tell Lawson for he could stop the R.V. to make sure everything is hooked up. He recommended taking showers at night. There was a bathroom that could be used, but all three preferred stopping at places to use the bathroom.

Sometimes they wouldn't stop at night and just take turns driving. Which led to another rule.

Emerson: the softer looking of the three with brown hair and baby blue eyes, he had given me his bed to sleep in. There were only three beds. I had offered to take the couch, but Emerson said he'd sleep with Reese.

Reese. The one I have the most conflicted feelings about.

Lawson came out as the voice of reason of the three. The neutral of them all, willing to ease any arguments and provide himself as a voice of reason.

Emerson comes out as the sweeter of them. He prefers to talk it out than argue it out.

Reese on the other hand came off as the most aggressive. He's the first to want to go to violence out of the three. He scared me more so than the rest, but of course he would be the most attractive of the three.

They all had this certain beauty and attractiveness about them. Lawson had the sort of nerdy attractiveness with a dash of confidence. Emerson gave off an angelic vibe despite claiming to be a demon.

Reese. . . he sure did live up to the demon title.

They didn't look like demons, but I saw the scar marks on them. Lawson had let me touch one of the ones on his chest. They weren't light marks, they were deep.

All three had multiple stab wounds across their chests that looked like they were just sealed and left to scar. There were no needle holes the way a stitched-up wound would be. With the dates I had received they would at least be in some state of healing.

I didn't have any human explanation to it.

A part of me was terrified thinking I was sharing an R.V. with three demons. Teenage boys turned demons, like something out of a fucking movie.

My parents had been religious, I never was, but I grew up in the catholic life. Something I never enjoyed. In general, it was something I never liked about my parents.

I didn't want to say I was abused. There are so many other kids out there who had it way worse than I ever did.  But I did have my own form of religious trauma, something that I still am coming to terms with.

Being here forcefully shoved me at it.

How could someone so pretty be something so evil.

Reese had all the sharp looks. He had a jawline like most movie stars. Most of the time he had some sort of red eyeshadow applied right at the inner part of his eyelid and spread a little bit out.