The Demon Within

Before the Start

Before the Start

"Kyra!" shouted a voice, "Kyra get out of your bed, NOW!"

I groaned and rolled over, pulling my pillow over my head. I couldn't deal with my mother today. The door to my bedroom banged open and in stormed my mum. I squinted from beneath my pillow at her as the open door allowed bright sunlight to stream into my darkened room.

"What time did you come home last night?" she demanded, grabbing my pillow from me and allowing me to see the anger on her slightly lined face. I quickly glanced at the clock on my beside table which read 9:26am and I groaned.

"I don't know, around 5am? Why?" I said wearily as my brain pounded against the inside of my skull. This was going to be one hell of a hangover today. God I needed some asprin.

"Your father and I were worried sick! You didn't call or even text us to let us know you were okay! You have been gone for two days without a word and I come downstairs to see your shoes by the door! You may be eighteen and old enough to drink but you aren't too old for an ass kicking young lady!"

"Mum, seriously drop it down a few notches. Suffering here," I grumbled sluggishly as my lack of sleep caught up with me,  "can we talk later? I haven't had much sleep."

She let out a cry of pure exasperation and stormed out my room, housecoat flapping around her like some demented seagull.

"Shit!" I muttered to myself as I got up to close the door, locking the light out of my room then I retrieved my pillow from where it had been thrown by my mum, "I am in so much trouble."

I climbed back into the warm embrace of my bed and as soon as my head hit my pillow, I was soundly asleep.

Later that day, I was sitting at a table in Costa Coffee waiting on my friend Lucy to show up. I adjusted my wrap-around sunglasses in an attempt to block out more light but I failed. Sighing, I checked the time on my phone and was about to text her to move her ass when I spied her out the window. I smiled and took a sip of my steaming hot chocolate with cream. It tasted heavenly although my stomach grumbled in disagreeance.

Lucy stood at the door and I waved her over. Her long reddish brown hair flowed down her shoulders in beautiful glossy waves.

I sighed again because my own golden blonde hair was thrown back in a tight ponytail.

"How the hell do you always look great even after partying non-stop for days? I have the worst hangover in history," I asked her as she sat down opposite me.

She winked at me, "I've had more practice at partying than you. My body is used to the abuse I give it."

"You and what others give it too," I giggled and wiggled my eyebrows suggestively, "How did it go with Josh?"

Lucy snorted, "The poor boy didn't know what to do with a girl like me. And he was, you know..." she leaned over the table closer to me, green eyes twinkling with mischief as she wiggled her pinky finger, "tiny."

We both fell into fits of laughter.

She leaned back in her chair, absentmindedly twirling a strand of her hair, "Seriously it was like he had never had sex before, it was so bloody boring."

"Did it cross your mind that maybe he hadn't?" I replied, taking another sip of chocolaty deliciousness. She shook her head then looked thoughtful. 

"Maybe your right, maybe I did just deflower a virgin," she said with a wicked grin. I winked at her and she laughed.

"So did your mum go crazy at you?" she asked while eyeing up the drinks board over the service counter.

I sighed and used one of my fingers to make a loopy gesture at the side of my head, "Psychotic. It's like she forgot what it was like to be our age. She made my already pounding head want to explode. I swear she wanted to ground me."