Demon ∞ l.h.

∞ Chapter Six ∞

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I was sitting in what could be the most comfortable chair I've ever sat in, whilst Ashton plays with my hair. He had showed me to the bathroom and whilst I was showing he got me a clean change of clothes. I don't know where he would have gotten them from since I was the only female I had seen so far...

The slow rhythmic pull of a brush dragging through my hair was making my eyes heavier and heavier, slowly lulling me into unconsciousness "Ashton," I murmur. I reach up and stop his hands from brushing my hair anymore. "You're putting me to sleep."

"Go to sleep then, Eve." He mumbles back, pulling my head back slightly, pressing a light kiss to my forehead. If I was not so tired I would have objected to the show of affection, but I was too far-gone to stop it now. My eyes close once more and I feel myself drift off into unconsciousness.

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"Michael, come on! We're going to be late, you jackass!" I scream, pulling on my dark green parka. Winter had truly set in, with the temperatures dropping into the single digits and negatives as soon as the sun had set.

Michael, my boyfriend, had decided to take me on a date tonight. I suspected it was because we were about to celebrate our two-year anniversary of being together. We were late to our reservation at a mildly fancy restaurant, and his mum was waiting in the car outside his house.

"Calm down, Peaches, we'll get there on time." Michael says, walking down the stairs with a grin on his face. My smile back was instantaneous, a knee-jerk reaction I had whenever I saw him smile. He finally reached where I was standing at the front door and leaned down to kiss me on the cheek. Pulling back and bopping me on the nose he said, "You look gorgeous, Peaches."

I shake my head at the given nickname. "You're never going to give that up, are you?" Michael grins at me and shrugs his shoulders.

"I will when the memory attached isn't funny anymore."

"So never?"

"Never."

I let out a small sigh, pretending to be annoyed by the nickname. At first I found it annoying, but it eventually grew on me. I first got the nickname after Michael and I had a picnic date in the middle of a peach farm, and I somehow managed to slip over a loose root and face plant into a barrel of the damn fruit. Michael was first concerned about me when it happened, but soon after he realised I was uninjured, the humour of the situation set in. And he had called me that ever since.

"Come on, Peaches." Michael teases, pulling me from my thoughts. "You're going to make us late." I poke my tongue out at him and walk out the house. Minutes later we are in the car on the way to the restaurant, going slightly over the speed limit to get to the reservation. The car is filled with polite conversation and laughter, until I heard the sounds of Coldplay playing over the radio.

"Oh my god, this is one of my favourite songs!" I squeal from the backseat. Michael looks at me from the passenger seat and sends me a wink. Turning to the car stereo he twists the volume knob up as far as it could go, and the music began blasting through the car.

Karen, Michael's mum, let's out a shocked screech from the sudden noise and reaches down to lower the volume. Just as she looked away from the road and removed her hand from the steering wheel, the car slid on a patch of ice on the road.

That's when everything slowed down. I saw everything in pitch perfect clarity only happened when adrenalin starting pumping through your veins.

I saw Karen grab the wheel and try to the slam on the brakes of the speeding car, but the momentum of the car carried us faster and faster to the edge of the road, right next to a ditch. The tire's continued to screech, the music kept blaring and Michael yelled out my name.

I let out a petrified scream and I see Michael turning to me in the car, a look of pure panic on his face. I hear his voice call my name once more, then the gut wrenching sounds of the crumpling of metal.

"Eve!" Everything went black.

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