Lost

Two

Scarlett's POV

I always knew my life was jacked up. You don't live for 21,000,000 years as the child of Satan and not notice.

I was sitting on my bed, earbuds in my ears and I listened to classic rock on my MP3. I was writing, just random stuff that popped into my head. All across my room, there are books and journals and sketch books and magazines, and I was perfectly happy till the screaming started. Damn it, I thought. He was in such a good mood today. That good mood is just gonna turn to shit.

I heaved a sigh and slowly got off my bed and went down the halls to see what demon had ticked Dad off now.

He was red faced as he screamed at the cowering demon. I tuned it out, but I caught "YOU ARE AN INSUFFERABLE FOOL WHO CAN'T-" the demon had probably been sent to kill a hunter or a mortal, so I just hang out in the shadows till he's done.

When the demon finally scurried off, and Dad had calmed down a little, I approached him. His head was in his hands as he slumped forward. I hesitantly put my hand on his back.

"Scarlett, what have I told you about seeing my work?" He snapped harshly. I flinched away, ripping my hand off his back and back to my side.

"I-I was just checking on you..." I trailed off.

"I don't need your help!" He growled. This wasn't his usual behavior. He wasn't so... Mean.

He sighed "Speaking of help, I've been thinking Scarlett. I don't think you need my help anymore."

"What is that supposed to mean?" I countered.

"It means, Miss Attitude, that you need to go out on your own. I know you've been talking to that-that angel," he spat the word, "And I think it's time you became a true demon. Most good demons are torturing mortals and causing havoc all over the world! Do you know how disappointing it is to have you as a daughter?! You don't enjoy torture, or mayhem, or killing, or anything that you should! YOU AREN'T A PROPER DEMON!" He screamed the last words at me, and I backed away, tears pricking my eyes. When he saw that, he seemed to lose whatever had made him angry, and softened.

"Baby girl, wait, I'm sorry, I didn't-"

"I'll go. You made it very clear that you don't want me around. I'll get out of your life. Just let me be. Don't send anyone after me, because this-" I gestured around the great room where my father had meetings with lesser demons,"-this isn't my home anymore. Not with you, not in Hell, not as a demon. I'm done being a puppet for your schemes, I'm done being treated as though I'm worthless, I'm done, Dad. I don't need this. You might not be happy that I'm more angel than demon, but I like myself, because I'm not a total bitch. I'm not bloodthirsty and evil. Sorry I disappointed you."

"Baby, I'm sorry! Hey I thought you were on my side!" He was desperate.

"I am on no one's side." I said, monotone. And with that, I ran out of the room, tears streaming down my cheeks. I grabbed a bag I had prepacked and shoved my MP3 in it, and grabbing a card out of the bag and my phone.

I knew something like this was going to happen. Dad has always been... Temperamental. I loved him anyway. He took care of me. Sure he could get... physical if I did something wrong, but that was normal. Right?

Sometimes I think that if I hadn't been born as Satan's child, I would be okay. I wouldn't constantly live in fear of my father. I wouldn't cry myself to sleep for being a terrible daughter. I wouldn't think it was my fault.

I teleported to the town that was on the card my cousin had sent me after she was banished. I saw a text she sent me, telling me to meet at a motel. I teleported there, now exhausted by using so much energy, and raised my hand to the door. I checked to make sure it was the correct room number, and when I was sure, I knocked.

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