Run Away

[] Chapter 1 []

{Olivia}
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I sighed as I plopped down on the bed of the motel room, kicking my shoes off. I stared up at the ceiling for a moment, ignoring my fathers attempts to talk to me. He was so persistent. No wonder everyone hated him. All he did was nag and complain about the smallest things. If something wasn't done right, he acted as if the world was going to end.

Like one day, I remember him ranting on and on about how soul rates were dropping or something like that. He actually went as far as torturing some of the sales people.

That's another thing that annoys me about him. He's always torturing people. He's never doing what he's supposed too. The King of Hell is supposed to run hell, not just torture souls.

"It's nice to know you're thinking about me, cupcake." I heard my father say from inside the motel room. I sighed and lifted my head, looking at him. I let out a small groan.

"Can you stop following me? You're acting more like a creepy uncle than a worried father." I said with an eye roll as I sat up, starting to put my shoes on.

"Woah, where are you going? I just got here." He said, in a shocked tone.

"Exactly." I said, starting to pick up my bags. He sighed and pointed at me with his index finger, flicking it towards the floor and making me sit down on the bed again.

"Let's have a talk, shall we?" He said, pulling up a chair from the dining table. I rolled my eyes as he turned the back of the chair facing my way and basically straddled the chair.

"I can't promise you that this talk won't be a little one sided." I said with a sarcastic smile. He sighed and rolled his eyes, making me smile, knowing I was getting on his nerves.

"Anyway. Let's talk about you for a moment." He stated, making me huff and hang my head before lifting it again, looking at him with a small smile.

"All ears, douchewad." I said, making him glare slightly, obviously not happy with the nickname.

"You are the next heir to the throne.." Unfortunately. I added in mind. "And with that being said, I need you start acting like it. All of this rebellious behavior needs to go, it doesn't make for good 'Queen of Hell' material." He stated, making me glare at him.

"Here's an idea." I said with a smile. "How about you take your 'Queen of Hell' material and ram it up your ass." I said, letting my smile fade into a glare by the end of the sentence. He groaned and stood up, pushing the chair back.

"Why do you always have to insult me? I've been nothing but nice to you your entire life-" I cut him off by bursting into laughter. He looked at me with a confused look then waited for me to stop. "Why are you laughing?" He asked curiously. I huffed as I began to stop laughing and sat up, looking at him as I shook my head.

"You call what you've been doing to me my entire life, nice? HA! You're obviously more of an idiot than I thought." I said, struggling to contain my laughter as I spoke. An eyebrow rose as he watched me.

"I've been so nice to you. I got you a baby doll for you're birthday that one year." He stated, trying to defend himself.

"Yeah. I was sixteen and you gave it to me to mock me because I didn't want to torture that soul. Remember? You said, 'Here's a baby doll. Amuse me and let's find out who would win in a whining match.' Ring a bell?" I stated, glaring at him as he looked at the wall behind me in thought.

"Oh yeah.. But you treasured that doll." He said. I sighed and crossed my arms.

"I treasured it for like two years because it was the only present you had ever given me. Then on my eighteenth birthday I ripped it's head off and burned it imagining it was you. Anymore memories you'd like for me to share?" He looked at me in shock and I smiled, grabbing my bag. "Kay. Good." I said, snapping and popping up in a different motel room.