It's her. It's her. It's her.
Those are the only thoughts running through my mind when I enter my room later that night. Louis and Harry try to console me the entire way back but nothing works. Cheryl is the one who knows about the Big Man. I just can't believe it. How is it that a succubus, one of the demons in the lower-level tiers of the hierarchy in Hell, knows about my employer? On top of that, why would she care? As far as I am concerned, the Big Man only gives me, Louis and Harry human targets except with the mishap of Sophia, so creatures like myself shouldn't even be concerned about anything.
Damn damn damn. Sophia was Cheryl's sister. If Sophia knew about me taking orders from the Big Man then that means Cheryl is bound to or already knows that I am the one who technically killed her sister. Fuck, why does this have to be so complicated? I take off my shoes and socks and glance over at the clock - 11:30. I pull out my phone and scroll through until I find my angel's name. My finger hovers over the call button but then I remember what he said.
He was studying earlier and he is probably already asleep.
I immediately lock my phone and throw it on the nightstand. I push my body onto my bed and throw my arms over my eyes, trying to force my body into sleep. I have some things to do tomorrow so I better get some rest.
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I groggily open my eyes to see the sun barely rising through the window. Rubbing my eyes, I stretch and twist my body and let out satisfied moans at the pops of my muscles and joints. I throw the covers off of me and sit straight up at the edge of the bed. After a few minutes of just sitting with a blank tired head, I walk over to the dresser and grab a white undershirt, red flannel and black jeans. Taking my clothes and dragging my feet out of the room, I carry myself to the bathroom. Slowly undressing, I step into the shower. Once the water drops cascades down my face, my body goes into autopilot as I wash my hair and body. My mind goes to another dimension once I shut the water off.
How could I dispose of the succubus? Well, I could just torture the information out of her and then kill her so that I have some idea of who this woman is. If the only threat to this asset is gone, then the Big Man will have nothing to worry about. But who is this woman? But what if the Big Man doesn't or won't handle the situation? But he has to because this is his life possibly on the line.
"Son." My head snaps up and my father's stare pierces my chest. Whoa. I definitely was in the shower. I look down and see the clothes I picked out. Well, I definitely was in autopilot.
"Hello, dad. How are you?" I ask as I walk past him to get to the fridge.
"Nothing much," my father answers before sipping his coffee. "Just wondering how three teenage boys figured out what I was doing in 'Madrid.'" My hand around the refrigerator door handle clenches so hard that my knuckles turn white. How the hell does he figure this stuff out so quickly?
"It's very strange how my paperwork about a phoenix suddenly goes missing and when I walk into your room while you're sleeping it just happens to be in your bag," he continues. Oh shit, I'm about to hear it from my father. Sweat forms on my forehead and the clammy feeling in my hands brings discomfort. I will my sweaty hand to loosen and even let go of the door handle and turn around slowly to face my father. "Now it was definitely your idea to pursue the daunting task of trying to find out who this asset is, but your forte is in physical pursuit. You were never the type to hack and find information electronically or through your nose so you sent Harry and Louis to do all of that while you were with Niall, am I correct?"
"We can help," I blurt out, the anger and fear inside of me ringing in my ears. "Harry, Louis and I are more than capable of luring the succubus to a secluded area and taking care of her so that the asset never comes to light." My father's face immediately softens and the anger leaves my body all at once. My father has a fond look directed towards me?! Damn, these past few days have been fucking weird.
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Fragile Heart (Niam)
Fanfiction"Liam, even though we aren't good people, there's one thing that you need to understand." "Yes, Dad?" "There are people in this world who are fragile - like flowers. While our souls are darkened, we make sure that those people don't turn out lik...
