A Deal With The Devil

Chapter 1

Pain shocked my body.

"WHY WERE YOU WITH HIM?!" Wyatt screamed, throwing his fist at me again.

"We're-we're just friends," I whimpered, tears streaming down my cheeks, mixing with blood and sweat.

"DON'T LIE TO ME!" He kicked me. I learned early on not to fight back. That made the bruises worse. And I learned that I couldn't leave. I would try, and Wyatt would grab my hand and pull me close, kissing the bruises and tear stains, murmuring sweet nonsense to me.

"Please!" I cried, "I didn't do anything. I love you!" We both heard the lie in my voice. It was days like these when I considered ending it. Ending everything. Wyatt calmed, gathering me in his arms.

"Let's fix you up, love," He said softly, helping me to the kitchen. He made me a warm cup of tea and wrapped me in his arms to calm my shaking. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to imagine I was with someone who really loved me. But I couldn't. My neck throbbed from Wyatt's hands clenched around it. Black and blue bruises bloomed on my face. Wyatt pulled back and looked into my eyes. I quickly broke the connection and looked at the floor.

"Insley," Wyatt said quietly but hardly. My eyes darted up to his face, a tremor running through me.

"I love you," Wyatt said. I knew what would happen now. We would pretend like we were the perfect couple. We would pretend we were in love.

"I love you too," I said, my voice cracking. I moved my arms slightly, knocking the mug of tea off the table. The ceramic shattered on the tile, hot tea splashing. I gasped.

"Oh my god! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" Wyatt kicked me, and I fell onto the floor. The shards of glass dug into my skin.

"Clean it," Wyatt growled, stalking upstairs and slamming our bedroom door. I curled my knees to my chest and sobbed on the kitchen floor, my blood smeared on the cold tiles. After all my tears had dried up, I heaved myself up, carefully bandaging my new cuts. I went to the bathroom, applying foundation over the black and blue bruises. Suddenly, the doorbell rang. I cracked open the curtains and saw my neighbor,  Logan, standing at the door. I hurried to open it. 

"Hey, Insley. I was wondering-," Logan stopped talking, tilting his head. "Are you okay?" I swallowed back my tears.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine." I forced myself to look into his emerald eyes. 

"Are you sure?" Logan's eyes were brimmed with concern. 

"She said she's fine," Wyatt answered coldly, appearing behind me and placing his hands on my shoulders. I flinched when I felt his fingers on my skin and looked at the floor. 

"Insley?" Logan asked again. Wyatt dug his nails into my shoulders.

"I'm fine," I said quietly. 

"Get the hell lost," Wyatt growled. With one last glance at me, Logan left. 

"How many times do I have to fucking tell you to stay away from him?" Wyatt's face twitched. My lips quivered. 

"I-I didn't mean to," I ducked my chin "H-he just showed up."

"I don't care." Wyatt pushed me into the house and slammed the door. 

"No!"  I gasped when my papers fell onto the sidewalk. A young man with tan skin and dark, wavy hair knelt down beside me, helping to gather my papers. 

"Are you okay?" He asked, concern in his tone. 

"Not really," I sighed. "Thanks for helping me." 

"No problem," 

"I'm Wyatt." He lifted his head to look at me, shaking his hair out of his jade green eyes. My cheeks flushed. 

"Hi, Wyatt,"  I said softly. He chuckled.

"What's your name?" Wyatt asked.

"Oh! Uh, Insley. I'm Insley."

"Hi, Insley," Wyatt smiled. 

"How old are you?" He asked. 

"17. But I'll be 18 in January." 

"Ah." Wyatt looked down.

"How old are you?" I asked.

"21,"

"You want to get coffee sometime?" I asked impulsively, ignoring the fact that dating would be illegal.

"I'd love to,"  Wyatt gave me a heartstopping grin. 

If I'd known what would happen, I never would have asked.