Married to the Devil

Chapter 10

I stood on the balcony of my apartment, remembering my past memories.

I'd moved out at 18.

University was the most prominent thing on my mind and staying at home wasn't an option. My parents didn't have the heart to kick me out, they probably never would've.

But I knew that I had to leave, the town bringing back too many reminders of Callumn, my dead twin brother. So I picked the farthest university from home and ended up settling in a dorm.

Mum and Dad were hesitant to let me go and I couldn't blame them, not after they'd lost one of their children so quickly, so tragically. They were grief stricken, but so was I. Anger consumed me that Derek had caused it all, angry that Callumn wasn't here anymore.

Cass was a big part of them letting me move. She convinced them that some space and distance would benefit me, help calm me down. And it did.

Her wise words, once again, helped me out of a bind.

And so, I'd moved, off the sunny California shores to windy Chicago. Although Cass didn't attend the same university as I did, she was only a few towns away and could easily drive over in case I needed anything.

She drove over often, despite my refusal and constant attempt to pretend as if I was fine. That everything was fine. That I could handle it.

Except I couldn't.

And Cass saw through my façade, breaking down my walls until I eventually poured my heart out to her. She put me back together again and introduced me to Josh, my now ex-boyfriend. It wasn't long before I'd fallen for him.

And then when university ended, I became accustomed to living by myself. My first real home was this apartment.

Yes, this cheap ass apartment near the beach.

And now. Now I had to live with a beast.

A beast who, despite my refutes, continued to litter his clothing around our room. Continued to forget to close the windows in the living room. And left the toilet seat up. Every fricking time.

My blood boiled at the thought of him. A slow wave of dread crossed over my body, at this rate, I'd be diagnosed with high blood pressure this time next year. I rubbed my temples in an effort to soothe the pounding in my head.

All of the sudden, I was propelled backwards. An object thumped off my head, onto my balcony and quickly slapped against the metal floor to a halt.

I opened my eyes, which I'd closed when the thing attacked me. It was none other than...

A beach ball.

I shot forwards to see who had thrown it. Sure enough, there was a young, dark haired boy with his feet in the sand. This boy was the same one who'd thrown his toys at me everytime I stepped out on the balcony. A blue water gun rested in his hand. He grinned at me slyly and waved in innocence.

"Hey kid! Watch where you throw that thing!" I yelled.

He grinned in this huge smile, showing every single one of his tiny teeth. The boy couldn't have been more than five years old, and those who couldn't see him from head on didn't know just how sinister he looked.

His raised his arm quickly and pointed the water gun in my direction. The movement was too fast for my legs to anticipate, and instead I found myself brace for impact. My hand reaching over my head to shield my face.

Sharp bursts of water streamed towards me, catching me right in the eye. I stumbled backwards, caught by surprise, and tumbled down to the ground with a crash.