Loathsome Love (Chaotic Kiss Trilogy #1)

Chapter 9: Garrett: A New Friend

Garrett

“And the rest you know,” Chelsea said after reliving the scene at the hospital. She sure does talk a lot.

“Why are you telling me this? Didn’t Daemon say not to?” I asked her.

“Because I’ve decided to be nice to you, from now on consider me your best friend,” She blurted out.

“Oh great,” I complained. “But fine. I’ve never really had a friend before. Thank you”

“No problem,” She said, smiling. I’m glad she’s turning over a new leaf. Sure is better than having someone who hates my guts. I mean she’s probably only doing this because Daemon’s gone. But oh well. I can’t blame her. I miss him as much as she does. Hell she probably misses him the most. I’m glad I have a friend. But I want Daemon back. I don’t give a fuck. I love him. And that’s all I know.

Chelsea giggled. “I know you miss him, but you don’t need to announce that you love him to the world.”

“Did I say it aloud?”

“Yeah, but don’t worry. Michie’s going to examine him. We’ll find a way to bring him back.”

“I sure do hope. I can’t bear to be apart from him.”

“Yeah I know how you feel.”

It had been a week since Daemon died, and I was absolutely, positively depressed. I couldn’t help myself. Neither could Chelsea. She came over all week and we just cried and watched sad movies. Michie tried everything to heal him but to no avail. But me and Chelsea still refused to have him buried. We just don’t want him gone forever.

Besides, what if he’s not gone forever? What if we’re just not thinking of something? Something we haven’t tried yet. There has gotta be something. I need him. I can’t be without him. I love him.

I need to learn when to shut up. I’m blowing this out of proportion. I need to stop. But you know what? I’m going to go see Michie. Maybe she’s found something.

“Hey Michie,” I tried to sound enthusiastic. I hope it worked.

“How are you feeling, Garrett?” Michie looked genuinely concerned. “Ken and I have been worried about you and Chelsea.”

“We’re doing alright I guess.” I tried to lie. She caught it but pushed it aside thankfully.

“Speaking of which, I found something,” She smiled. “I went back to Valli’s to investigate. And I found the gun she used. And I want you to look at it and tell me if anything’s seems off with it.”

“Okay then?” I took the gun and looked at it. I didn’t know what she was talking about. Nothing was off about it.

“Did you find anything?” She asked.

“Not that I see,” I looked at her. And she seemed disappointed. “Was I supposed to see something?”

“I’ll show you,” She said as she took the gun. “This gun isn’t a normal one. It’s a magic gun. It shoots magic bullets.”

“What are you getting at?”

“Aaron made this gun. He made it because he knew what Valli was planning. He knew she wanted to kill Daemon. I went and asked him. He said this. And said she didn’t actually kill him. She put him in a deep sleep.” I just about passed out. This news is all I needed. All I needed to have hope again. All I needed to run out of there, to run back to his house, to run to his arms.

Chelsea

Because Garrett left, I have to take care of Daemon. I mean I’m fine with it. But it would be nice to have help. And company. But oh well. He went to get information on Daemon. Though I doubt he’ll find anything. I wish he could. I wish we all would find a way to bring him back. Wait... fuck. I’m hungry. He’s gotta have food in here somewhere.

I looked around his kitchen and found nothing, absolutely nothing. Does he even eat? Ugh oh well. I’ll call Garrett and ask him to bring food. As I thought that I was walking out of the kitchen and froze in the spot.

In the living room, all I could see was a giant image, an image of Daemon and Garrett, Holding hands in a forest. But how is this possible? I then look down to see where the image is coming from. And I notice it’s a dream. The only other person who’s here’s dream, Daemon’s dream.

I realized what that meant. It meant Daemon’s not actually dead, but how? We all saw him get shot. Is Valli hiding something? But more importantly, how do we wake him? There’s gotta be a way. There’s no way he’s been sleeping for a week. I decided to call Michie for answers. She picked up on the second ring.

“Hello?” She said once she picked up.

“Daemon, he’s still alive. He’s just sleeping,” I was ecstatic.

“I know. I told Garrett when he came here. But he ran off before I could tell him the cure.”

“Which is what?”

“Garrett.”

“Come again.”

“Garrett is the key to bringing him back.”

“What do you mean?”

“To revive someone shot with a magic gun you need true love’s kiss. Which we’re all pretty sure is Garrett.”

“But how can we be sure it’s Garrett?”

“Well we need to find a siren. Only a siren will help us determine his true love.”

“And we can find one where?”

“The most famous siren in town is someone close by to you.”

“Where is she” As I asked the question Garrett walked in.

“Her name is Angelica.” My face went blank. No it can’t be her. It can’t be that bitch.

“Chelsea, are you still there?”

“Um yeah it’s just I have a horrible history with Angelica.”

“So you know her?”

“Yeah and it didn’t go well.”

“What happened?”

“She stole my boyfriend and made fun of me and Daemon.”

“You had a boyfriend?” Garrett asked disbelievingly.

I ignored him. “Oh well if it’ll help bring Daemon back, I’ll suffer through.”

“Great. I’ll text you the location and meet you there.”