Demons are from Heaven

PART 9: MY BEST FRIEND

Between the world and you . . . I choose you.

Scipio was nowhere. Again.

I wouldn't have been concerned. But five days had passed, and I had to be.

Why couldn't he just stay? Was it that hard to do so?

It hurt. Because maybe he was regretting what he had done. What we had done. I could barely look at my mattress the same way again after all that painful pleasure he had put me through before disappearing. God – what was wrong with me? Why did I let him do that? He's a freaking demon for all I knew. Then why was I looking forward to it happening again? I had officially lost my mind.

"Harley, are you there?" Elwen snapped her fingers before my eyes, blinking me back to the reality of me and her sitting in a discarded classroom together having lunch. It had become a tendency. Her waiting for me in the locker hall the moment the lunch bell rang and me dragging my feet towards her. I had no idea what was going on. All I knew was that I liked her company. And I was beginning to prefer it more than my own best friend's.

Zachary had tried to approach me a couple of times. But I confided my desire to not see him again to Elwen, so she made it her job to chase him away every time he even thought of coming close to me.

I released a breath, done hiding my heartache.

"What does it mean when someone sleeps with you and then disappears?"

Elwen stopped eating after hearing my sudden question.

"They were probably not into you."

Ouch.

"Or," she added. "They realized that they are very much into you, so now they're having a panic attack about it."

Could they?

I bet my life on her first answer. Because Scipio didn't look like the type of person to tolerate a panic attack or anything of the sort. He seemed incapable of emotions, too. A being, but with a solid brick heart. He was what he was — a demon.

And I let him do unspeakable things to me.

The mere memory of it made me want to drown myself in a pit of fire. What in the demonic fuck was I thinking?

"Is it Zachary again?" Elwen asked, looking like she was about to snap and go kill the guy herself the second I said yes. "Cause I swear to my fucking god if he–"

"It's not him. Don't worry." I chuckled at her reaction.

"Lucky day for him then," she snorted, then moved her chair closer to me. "So who is this lucky guy who managed to make the uncaring boy finally care about somebody?"

I cringed.

"First of all, I do care."

"No, you don't. You've never cared about any boy's existence, Harley. You just sleep around and very expertly keep yourself emotionally detached. Everybody knows the endless list of guys you screwed and left like it was nothing while they suffered the consequences of falling in love with your pretty self."

I didn't know I even possessed the requirements for someone who could be fallen in love with. I couldn't deny her words though. I had a talent of doing hit and runs then leaving unscathed despite not being innocent. And I never looked back at my victims ever again. But that's because I've never felt anything for any of them . . . until this time . . .

until Scipio.

Out of all, it had to be a non-human creature.

"I don't know, El, but this one is just . . . not the same." In every sense of the word.