My Deal With The Devil's Son

Chapter 6

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I woke to a new text message from Paula. I opened it and looked at the screen, squinting my eyes from the harsh light. It read,

"Babe! Where r u? Did anything happen last night? Call me! X"

To tired to even send a reply, I fell back onto my pillows, wallowing in my self pity. Why did my life have to be like this? Why? I wasn't the kind of person that believed in past lives and that we come back as different people but I did believe in karma, so I must have done some seriously bad sh*t that would explain the mess that is my life.

I didn't seem to lead the life a teenager is expected to have. Where most girls my age fretted over their hairstyle that day and if the guy they were crushing on liked them back, I had to deal with my mentally ill grandmother. I didn't blame her for the things she had done, she wasn't in control of herself but a part of me was ashamed to say that I did believe it just a little.

I rolled over to check the time on my alarm clock on my nightstand and saw that it was 11:03. As I was tired and already late for school, I decided just to skip school today. I was definitely not in the mood for Daniel's smart-ass mood, but who was I kidding I would never be and it didn't surprise me. How could I possibly get used to a person I resented?

I dragged myself out of bed and went to my en-suite bathroom. I turned the shower handle letting the droplets flow and run down the drain. I wanted to wash away all traces of Daniel from my body. I hated the control he had over me and what was worse was the fact I let him have it. There was just no other way to live I told myself. I couldn't run away from the situation I was in. I was trapped and if I didn't escape soon I knew I would suffocate, but there was no way out.

As I stepped into the shower, the beads of steaming hot water collided with my skin and all my muscles relaxed, making me throw my head back with pleasure. Taking care not to rush myself, I shampooed and conditioned my hair, massaging my scalp, relishing in the peace and quiet. I turned the shower off, wrapping a black fluffy towel around me mopping up the pool of water that surrounded me with the towel beneath my feet.

I wasn't expecting visitors today so I slipped on a pair of grey sweat pants and a blank tank, tieing my hair in a loose ponytail. I lay on the sofa and started to catch up on some of the homework Daniel had kept me from doing last night, when my phone vibrated from my pocket. Not even looking at the caller ID, I took the call.

"Hello?" I asked, my voice a little raspy from not talking in hours.

"Hey, Lou! It's me, your most favourite person in the whole wide, world who you love sooo much." The voice almost sang to me through the reciever. I laughed and my whole face lit up at Scottie's welcoming greeting.

"Scottie! Yeah, you are my most favourite person, but hey, you can't tell anyone! All the cheerleaders will want to rip my face off for stealing their man away from them," I laughed.

"They may take your life, but they will never take your FREEDOM!" Scott shouted down the phone so loud I had to hold my cell several inches away from my ear. He only made me laugh harder.

"Very well put, Sir William." We both laughed.

"We're so immature aren't we?" I giggled.