SHE'S THE DEMON

6

I'm back, everyone. My exams are finally over. So let's go into the chapter.

I smile as I walk home. Today had been a blissful day. My interaction with the girls had reached a passable percent, got to know more about human history, and the best of all, my smile grew wide thinking of it. My stalker finally made his move.

His shyness was adorable as his eyes shone when I agreed to talk to him, It was a wonderful sight. Although my initial rejection of meeting him today was within reasons, seeing him sad was unbearable.

I had never seen him so sad like that, and I would never make him sad like that again. I had to quickly make it up to him by telling him Monday was good for me. which I don't even know would be a good day for me, yet I told him it would be a good idea, and I hope it works.

My feet skid to a halt as my smile falls.

Hope? Me?

Am I even capable of hoping?

All this for a human that barely knows who I am.

My heart beats, a new feeling swirling in me. What is it? I don't understand it.
My face twists contorting in pain.

What am I supposed to do? How am I to handle this?

Dread spreads in my body the happiness I was experiencing gone in a flash, darkness and fear growing.

I breath, willing myself to move as I walked home.

The house I reside in, which unwillingly I call my home, rests a far distance from school. Usually I run using my demonic speed getting me to school and away from  school in record time. But as today was a good day, I decided to walk. Using the time to get used to my emotions and adjusting myself appropriately before getting home.

Its Friday, so essentially my father would be home. Giving me less room to express myself and revert back to my rigid, robotic personality.

The walk home was slow letting me gather my thoughts. Come monday, I will meet Loren. I just have to make sure my father never smells the situation.

I reach home in two hours, the walk long yet, needful. With my thougts sorted out, I straighten my face and walk up the white wooden steps of the house.

My father's house is old yet he seemed to make it still stand. The steps didn't creak, but It will depending on how you walked on it which means light steps makes less creaks.

With the house's age, it managed to look like a shack but a beautified version. The home was painted black and white.

An ugly colour I know but I never got to discuss paint Jobs with my father. The quiet and partly abandoned neighbourhood didn't make the house stand out or look weird in the midst of other shacks.

Since people rarely lived here, I had to walk an hour to the park and convenience store to get food and supplies.

Which was also where I met Loren as he hung out at the park on weekends and some evenings on weekdays when I sat by the swing with a book in my lap.

I open the door of the house and walk in greeting darkness and the smell of Ash.

There was no need for locked doors, except days my father travelled for long. I had to atleast make it look like no one was home which is easy for a barely surviving neighbourhood.

I shut the door behind me and walk towards the kitchen. My eyes adjust quickly to the darkness as I walked to the small fridge opening it, the light of the freezer shone chasing away part of the darkness in the room with its light. I took out a bottle water and closed the fridge door.

I sensed swift movement in the corner of my eye, it stalked towards the kitchen figure large and wide and low growls spilling from its mouth.

I drink my water placing the half bottle on the table the same time, the figure sits at the table growling in disapproval.

"Good to see you too" I say walking out of the kitchen as I picked up my bag and climb the stairs.

The figure moves again, faster this time passing me with a hairs breath before wrapping clawed arms around my throat and smacking me hard against the wall.

The cement wall barely shook on my impact.  This is why I said i don't know how my father managed to keep the house standing. As the force he used to slam me into the wall, compared to a regular wall, it would have shattered on impact.

He growled eyes glowing reddish orange signifying his demonic rank. I scrowl grabbing the arm he used to pin me against the wall. I stare him dead in the eye not revealling my fear and allowing him to smell it.

This was my father. The epitome of fear. He loved the smell and taste of fear and he loved getting it from me the most.

I had to learn to never give it to him to fight and stand up for myself.
The result of that was constant broken bones and ribs, bruises that I forced myself to heal overnight which was excruciatingly painful.

I learnt to stop screaming in pain at age 8 by age 10 it barely stung. Now I was so used to it that, I couldn't feel pain anymore and he knew that he could no longer use pain to harm me.
So, he found other ways to drive fear out of me.

Emotions.
Using my emotions, I had to learn how to turn them off.

Anything and anyone I got close to herade sure to destroy it and rip it out of me. Friends, families, animals name it anything that could bring one joy in this depressive world. I had to learn to suppress my emotions and they began to dissipate like a cloud.

At age 15, I lacked emotions emotions could not feel pain. I could have been a perfect killing machine.

When he thought he had molded me into a prefect being that would do his bidding, I let him know he was truly wrong.

I Confronted him in a battle at 16 and had been doing so for two years. This resulted I him moving me to different states and schools as he felt I would become soft, predictable and weak among humans.

He was right though and I will never let him know that.

But the discovery of Loren had began to bring forth emotions I never knew I had or had suppressed so deep I didn't understand them anymore.

Which makes it hard as I need to start hiding my emotions all over again. If he ever found out I still had emotions and Loren existed, he would kill him.

He couldn't see my fear and I smelt the disappointment coming from him as his grip on my neck loosened.

"You are getting to spoiled brat" He spat fangs elongating with drool covering the sharp teeth that can bite off the neck of a grown man.

I gave him no reply my hand still gripping his arm strongly.

He leaned in close taking a deep sniff of my neck letting out a low growl

"You smell like humans. Happy humans"

"Well that where you put me isnt it" i said glaring at him "with happy people". I spat back. He growled back at my reply letting go of my purplish-red bruised neck that slowly began to heal.

I cracked my neck to the left picked up my bag and trotted up the steps into my room before slamming the door.

Soo thoughts? How was it seeing Reya's dad. Well he is not much of a father and he sucks. This is somewhat a reveal of what Reya's past was like the sorrow and suffering. I'm glad she did not succumb to her father's abuse.

Anyway that's all for this chapter. I know it's somewhat short but it's it's short story.
Please vote and comment. It's a double update so I will update the next chapter this evening or tomorrow morning. We should look forward to Loren's pov as well

P.S Stan ATEEZ. They are literally my life playlist right now😊