~Violet
I watched as the flames licked away at my books. The pages burned, but the information in them were imprinted in my memory. But that didn't mean I truly wanted to remember. Last night I'll never forget. I didn't want to forget. Only I know what happened. And it will stay that way.
Laural stands beside me with her arms crossed; she was going to be late for work, but she refused to leave until I burned them. "Where did you get those?"
"Some bookstore Justin thought I'd be into," I mumble.
"No more hanging around Justin. Come right home after school unless I'm notified the day before."
"You aren't my parent." I bit out. "You aren't even a parent in general."
The look on her face almost made me want to consider apologizing, but then it turned normal. "That doesn't matter I'm still your aunt. And you don't even listen to your own parents."
"Exactly, so why would I listen to you?"
She smiles sweetly. "Because I'll get my good friend Lucas to find you. Grandma is always home. She'll know when you miss curfew."
I groan. Fine, she won. Lucas was a cop around here; they'd be on my tail in a heartbeat. I'll have to watch my step from now on. I had to. Or else everything would be ruined. When the fire was put out and the books were turned to nothing but ash Laural said she would most likely set some cameras up. That was extreme, but when it comes to me I guess it's necessary.
When she left I plopped down on the couch. I was still in my pajamas from last night. I didn't bother changing out of them since I'd be staying home all day.
I didn't know Justin was weird like me at first. I thought he was just some normal guy. Not popular, but I don't think he'd particularly enjoy being seen with a Goth. He had sandy brown hair, light blue eyes, and a checkered shirt with jeans.
"Hey, black hair." He calls out of his car at the end of the day.
I rolled my eyes. "Call me anything, and I'll make sure my knee will be able to make your nuts disappear."
He had laughed amusingly, which surprised me,. "Feisty. I like that."
"Don't flirt with me." I spat in disgust. I've had some experiences with guys who've done this before. If it was was a prank I'd definitely get suspended for what happens next.
"I just wanna be friends," He says as he takes out his car keys. "Want a ride?"
"No thanks. The bus is fine."
He raised his eyebrows. "Is it really?"
"It's good enough,"
"Come on, we'll stop by a bookstore I think you'd like."
"You know what I like?"
"It's not hard to figure out."
His car was pretty nice, and the bus was pretty sucky. So, I hopped in his car. If I felt like it was a trap or something I'd be ready. The dagger my sister gave me was in my backpack. It could still kill a person of course, so it would be pretty painful. Since it's meant for strong demons, up against a human it would be even more fetal than a regular knife.
That's when he drove down into London; I never noticed the dark allies before that he was driving down. He stopped in the middle of one, and I was going to tell him you can't really do that. But I just didn't want to get bitched at by the police. Laural would have a huge ass cow.
"Go in there," He inclines his neck to a small thing of stairs where there was a door. I gave him a look, but he seemed serious.
I got out of his car and just opened the door to go inside. If he ditched me I could call Laural or my sister. Inside was smoky with some low lights all around the room. Books lined the shelves like he promised.
