My Demons (Book 1)

Chapter 16: Why are you doing this?

EDITED

Alex's p.o.v

Silence was welcomed by everyone after my encounter with my father. It was like walking on egg shells. I would snap at the tiniest things. For example, the maid (who's name was Rose) asked me if I wanted some coffee and I told her to "fuck off!". She seemed really shocked by my outburst. Had she never heard of teenage mood swings?

Bubbling away like lava, I was angry at myself, furious at my father and mad at everyone else. The volcano just needed one word or action to erupt. My life was one huge, scorching mess!

Lying on the bed, I looked up at the ceiling. I put my hands over my face, so all I could see was darkness. It helped me think. We have to do something. We can't just sit here feeling sorry for ourselves. Personally, I want to punch him again. Yes, but if he hadn't of left me...I might have never met Phil and been the heir to the throne of hell. That Ronald person would have got the job instead probably. True. Ronald would make a terrible King. Strict and bitter is a bad combination from experience. Did you just describe yourself or Ronald? Haha. So funny I forgot to laugh. Well don't forget next time.

Tyler? What is it? What was your father like? Oh...I umm...he was never really around much as he was part of the council. I saw him about three or four times a week at the most. Oh. I'm sorry. It's ok. He was busy, but when he had a day off we used to go through the portal and watch...I think it's called football on Earth. What team? Manchester United. Boo! Liverpool is better. Which team does Phil support? Leeds. That's even worse.

Our conversation was interrupted by Phil barging into the room. He marched over to the bed and sat down on the edge.

"What's sup?" I asked, wondering why he was so pissed off.

"Everyone is doing my bloody head in today! 'How's the arm Phil?' and 'Are you ok Phil?' seem to be the only thing that people can say to me. They didn't even give me a second glance before. For once in my life I just want to be invisible!" He sighed, playing with his fingers. "Why do I have to be so popular?" He sighed.

"Maybe you were born this way."

"You did not just quote Lady Gaga!" He exclaimed, raising an eye brow. I chuckled, why do I always get told off for saying good puns and jokes! Because they stink.

"Maybe...maybe not."

We talked for what seemed like hours. Recently, all we could do was chat. We talked about all sorts such as: our past lives, missing prom, Damon and Lucy (Phil had heard the staff gossiping again) and finally our fathers. Such a fun topic.

"I still think mine is the worst!" Phil exclaimed, wanting to win the argument.

"Did yours leave you for eleven years?"

"Well...did yours keep you from going to school because you had a black eye?"

"Is that why you were off school a lot in year 8?" I asked as my eyes widened. He nodded. Now I wanted to punch both of our fathers.

"Alex?"

"Yes,"

"Why do you call your dad father? It seems weird to me...it's just so formal." He said, furrowing his brow in confusion.

"Because my mother beat me if I didn't," I shrugged, not wanting to dwell on the subject.

"Oh. I see," He said awkwardly. Afterwards there was a long pause of silence. Both of us deep in thought.

"Can you help me find Damon?" Phil asked me. I nodded. He leapt up from the bed and literally ran to open the door. I frowned. Why was he so eager to see Damon?