Love till Death

Chapter 16: Group Therapy

Walking through the woods with her hands stuffed in her pockets, Mira followed Jean, although her focus was more on the bubbling idiot behind her who was trying to spot wildlife. "So... Why are we out here? I thought you didn't want me going to the witches." She asked her father with a raised brow, the only response she got was his hand raising, signalling them to stop. "Um... Okay."

"Holy shit man! I saw a fucking bunny! Those things are awesome, don't cha think Not So Eternal Virgin?" Lucas asked while staring into the distance, Mira elbowed him before he directed his attention to the older (well actually quite younger) Man. "Oh yeah, sorry, Jean."

"It's fine. Just, take a seat on the ground." He said as the two did what he said, somewhat confused. "Alright, now, Mira's mother informed me that you two apparently hate each other?"

"Well why shouldn't I hate him? He's making me fail school, has slept with about nearly a hundred women in this town since he's been here, and crushed my fucking heart." She said all the while glaring at him, Lucas just crossed his arms and rolled his eyes.

"Oh common, your stupid enough to think an Incubus can fucking like you?" Lucas groaned as Jean slowly raised his hand and cut in, clearing his throat.

"Well, it's possible for demons of any kind to develop emotional attachments." Mira's eyes widened, turning her head to see the taken back hell fucker, rubbing his neck awkwardly with a laugh, all confidence from his former statement gone. Like just completely gone, it disappeared. Poof. "So you could feel an emotional attachment between you two, but I highly doubt that seeing we're here because someone broke the family lamp again? What?"

"Satan sucker here stole my fucking bed last night and this morning he was groping me, so I smashed a lamp into his face."

"It hurt, just gotta say, but I'm all okay now." Lucas smirked before Mira glared at him once again, slapping away his hand which was moving closer to her. "I have no problem with this chick, I find her funny, but apparently I cross boundaries."

"You do cross boundaries, Christ, you've literally unlocked the washroom door while I was taking a shower just to piss, when there's two other fucking washrooms in the house!" Mira groaned, crossing her arms while Jean rubbed his temples, taking a deep breath before letting it out. "What's wrong?"

"You two just need to keep within boundaries, Mira, no smashing lamps into his face. And Lucas, No groping, no walking in on her naked, no making disgusting lies, and especially no sleeping with women." Jean said while stretching out his back and running his fingers through his hair as the demon gasped and quickly stood up, a few inches taller then him.

"That's fucking bullshit! I can't sleep with chicks!" He snapped, glaring down at the smaller man, his eyes just fucking glowing red, all that Jean did in response was Pat his cheek and begin to walk off, back the way they came. Mira snickered. "Shut up man! That's my purpose, sleeping with women, I mean, I'm a sex demon."

"Well then, that means you've gotta wait till I'm eighteen." She laughed once again as he snarled, slowly taking steps towards her, she looked at him with wide eyes before he gripped onto her shoulders tightly, face now looking desperate. "What? poor baby can't wait nine months?" She asked before he slowly nodded, getting onto her tip toes she ran her tongue over the edge of his ear and whispered something in his ear. "You can idiot." She slipped out of his grip and followed after her father.

"You fucking tease! Jean! Tell me she can't do that!" He yelled, running up to the man who just shrugged with a smile. "Ugh... Never trust a Keeper descendant."

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"Mom! We're home!" Mira yelled while opening the front door, her father had gone back to his motel, and her dad was at work like usual. Glancing to a clock on the wall she took a deep breath. "She's still gone, fuck, so... I guess I'm sorry for the lamp thing ya know?"

"Apology accepted, just don't expect me to say sorry about anything." He sighed, plopping onto the couch. "So you wanna grab me a beer?"

"Why not? Just to be nice." She took a deep breath before strutting over to the kitchen, pulling open the fridge she grabbed him a bottle and tossed it at him, completely missing, it bashed against the wall and beer and glass was all over the floor. "Um... That's your fault."

"The fuck?! No it isn't, it's your horrible throw's fault you idiot!" Standing up he groaned, beginning to head for the door before remembering. "And I can't even fuck Ms. Jerison."

"Don't you mean Mrs? "

"Don't change the subject! You broke the beer in a drunken rage and I put you to bed okay?"

"What? N-" before she could finish he picked her up in his arms and began walking her to her bedroom, she didn't refuse, just shut up. He gently placed her in her bed and poked her forehead before walking back into the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge for more alcohol or food. She took a deep breath, pulling the blanket over her and groaned.