Devil Or Angel?

Chapter 5

Another four and a half weeks pass. I went back to his house nine times and he said he's working on it. Rain peppers the roof of my house.

Someone knocks on my door. I don't get up because I'm lazy and it's my day off. I lay in an oversized t-shirt

The front door opens and slams.

I don't move.

Luke walks in and his eyes widen. I pull the blanket off of the back of the couch over my body.

"What are you doing here?" I grumble.

"You live in a piece of shit neighborhood in a piece of shit house."

"Thanks. Not everyone is rich like you."

He snorts.

"You got the Jeep?" I change the subject.

"No."

"Then what are you doing in my house?"

Boom. Boom. Boom.

His eyes widen and he drops to the floor, yanking me down with him. The glass to my living room shatters. I feel glass cut my back and the top of my head. He puts his arms over me. The gun keeps going off. I hear sirens in the distance.

I hear every single window in the front of my house, down here and upstairs shatter.

"If they come inside, act dead." he whispers.

The gun stops for half a second, and then starts going off at the next house.

Neither one of us move for a good twenty minutes, we just wait and wait and wait.

"We need to leave. Now."

"No. I live here. I'm staying."

"Your house was just shot up!"

"So?"

"Alyssa!"

"I'm not leaving!"

"Oh my god, are you kidding me?"

"Why do you care anyways? If I die you don't have to give me money!"

"You're right. I don't care."

He leaves in the pouring rain.

I sit there, staring at my shattered window.

I get up and go to the bathroom.

I hear the front door slam.

I hold my breath.

It slams again, but I wait almost an hour before coming out, and I run to my room and pack some clothes. I call Lauren to come get me, and I pace around until I hear a horn honk outside. I grab my phone and sprint out the door.

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"Yes Ma'am, you have a good day, okay, bye."

I hang up on the angry costumer that wants the money to fix her car faster.

Trust me lady, it's been two months without my car. It's already September. I know how you feel.

"Ms. Kennedy?" I look up and see Rebbecca, the bosses assistant. "Mr. Wildron said it was okay for you to have a guest to help you."

I frown. "A guest. I didn't ask for any guest."
"Well, the person insisted."

"Alright."
'They will be here soon."

"Okay."

She goes downstairs.

Confused, I pick up my ringing phone to help a lady get her insurance card sent to her in the mail.

I hang up and start sorting costumers names in ABC order.

Someone sits down next to me.

I look up.

Luke.

I sigh slowly.

"What do you want?"

He shrugs. "I got bored."

"I'm at work." I hiss.

"I'm going to help you."

"No you're not. Leave."

"Please?"
"No!" I whisper shout.
"I'm not getting you the Jeep."

"I fucking hate you so much." I whisper. "You're the biggest bitch in the word. You're an asshole. Fuck you. I hate you. I hope you get hit my a fucking car on the way back to your fucking Jeep. Never speak to me again. Go away."

He smirks.

"If I die you won't get a Jeep, preppy little princess."

He still doesn't leave. He sits there and puts all the B's in ABC order while I finish the A. I move on to C and then he moves on to D.

I keep glaring at him and muttering swears.

"Please just go away." I whisper under my breath.

"No."

"I hate you so much." I shake my head, pissed.

He snickers.

What a douche.

"You're a douche bag."

"I'm going to cut myself every time you call me a name."

"Douche bag." I whisper.

My swipes a paper across his wrist, making a paper cut.

"Luke, oh my god, what the hell is wrong with you?" I whisper.

"You were mean to me, so I made myself feel the pain."'

"Luke, don't ever do that." I whisper.

"Why do you care?" he smirks.

"I don't. I want my Jeep."

"Liar." he snickers.