Jordan Voight: Teenage Years

Raising Demons: A Devil's Daughter

Jordan-15

*Follow up from High School Hell Pt 2*

Denny Woods would never admit it but he was desperate. He needed the recording Jordan took of him when he offered her a bribe to spy on her father. If that ever got out on top of him blackmailing her as a child, Hank would unleash hell so bad words may not be able to describe it. He had reached out to Jordan hoping to talk moreso hoping she'd give him the recording.

They had met at a diner, he was sipping on coffee when Jordan walked in. Her long silky brown hair pulled back into a braid, she wore of of her brother's shirts, a pair of jean shorts and her sneakers. She had her sunglasses resting covering her eyes, she took them off and put them on the top of her head as she walked over to where Denny was with a smirk.

"Well well, I never thought I'd see the day when the big and bad Denny Woods would actually be at the mercy of a 15-year-old girl. How's it feel Denny?" Jordan asked in a taunting manner. "By the way, how's the car?"

"That's not why I'm here Jordan" Denny said firmly. "And my car is a wreck thanks to you"

"Aw poor baby. Now getting down to business, you want the recording, don't you?"

"Yes! I need that if it ever got out my life, my career would be ruined"

"Wow that would suck for you. So what's the problem with that? You blackmailed me as a kid let's call this my form of blackmail. You back off me and my dad, never show your face again. Everything stays with me. Or I can have one conversation with my dad, give him the recording and well your dead. What do you say, Denny? We did things on your terms the first time now we do them my way"

"You can't be serious"

"Oh I'm dead serious. As a heart attack. For nearly two and a half months you had me terrified when I was only 8. Had me convinced I'd be taken from my father and brother if I didn't report back to you like a spy. So now the tables have turned, I have something you want and you'll do anything to get it back. Won't you?"

"Name your price Jordan, whatever you want I'll give you"

Jordan chuckled dryly. "Now that's rich. You think you can buy me off? Oh no. I'm gonna have fun with this, you had that threat over my head as a kid. I'm gonna hold this over your head as long as I can and if you even think about coming after me or my dad. I tell my dad and Interal Affairs everything, you blackmailing me as a kid, you giving a minor illegal substances such as drugs, booze, a weapon and let's not forget you offered me a bribe to be your little spy" She smirked.

Denny scowled at her. "You're an evil little witch"

"I'm many things but what I'm not nor will I ever be is a snitch or a rat and if you go to my dad about it, it'll come out one way or another. What do they say about karma again? Oh wait, I remember now. Karma is a bitch and so are you. How does it feel to have someone else hold all the cards now? Well I must be off, just remember one wrong move, one wrong word about me, my dad, my family, and everything gets leaked to my dad, Internal affairs, the world. So play games if you want to, I have evidence to back me up you have nothing and don't bother trying to find it. I hid it where you'll never find it"

"You're just like your father"

"I'm his daughter after all, it took you this long to figure out? Most people think my dad is like the devil, they can think what they want they're entitled to their opinions. Me, I like to think I'm a little demon and when you mess with a demon you get burned"

Jordan got up and put her sunglasses back over her eyes. "See you around Woods. Game on"

The teen turned leaving Denny sitting there scowling. Jordan was right about something she was in deed a demon, spawned from the devil himself. Hank Voight. He would find that recording one way or another. Come hell or high water he will. He'll finding the recording and finally take down Jordan once and for all.

"Game on indeed Jordan. Game on"