The Succubus Fail

Chapter 6: Diabolical Plans

So it turns out slutsclothing.com is not an actual website, I know disappointing. However, online shopping slowly lost my interest when I remembered something crucial. Something so important I started to question whether or not I was as stupid as my teachers claimed. I was almost 17. To be more specific I was turning 17 tomorrow. How had I even forgotten my birthday? Like, who does that?

Staring at the clock on my laptop things started to slip into place. Why my mother didn't care that I was kicked out of school, her coincidently living in the same house as an incubus, me being so horny. Well, I guess the last thing doesn't really count as being part of that bitch's plan. But she set me up, it was all planned from the start. My skin started to burn as anger set in and I wondered if I would burn the house down before I found that lying, scheming trollop.

Jumping up from my bed I ran out of the room, only hitting my elbow on the door frame once in the process. After I ran around the second level of the house like a madwoman did I determine that the wench must be downstairs. Crossing my fingers I make a dash to the stairs somehow managing to twist my ankle on the way down. Holding my ankle and swearing like a sailor I hop into the foyer looking around I see my mother through the open door getting in her fancy pancy car in (I swear!) slow motion.

"Catherine" I scream whilst running/hopping through the large doors that marked the entrance of the mansion. Glancing in my direction she quickly shut the door of her car and floored it, the tyres screeching as the car sped down the driveway and disappeared from sight. I couldn't believe it, she left her daughter standing here like in the midst of a mental crisis that she a caused.

Releasing my frustration in an ear-splitting scream, I hopped back into the house and slammed the door. At least no one else was home to see my breakdown. I cautiously make my way up the stairs in hopes of not fatally wounding myself again.

When I'm comfortably back on my bed I pull out my phone and call Dragon lady only to be sent to voicemail on each attempt. I was more than happy to leave malicious angry voicemails. After that got boring I decided to call the only person left to save me from my impending doom.

The headmaster of Dark Knights Academy picked up on the third ring. I'm shocked he hasn't changed his mobile number since it was leaked to the students who then proceed to send hum vulgar text messages and calls. I snicker at the memory.

"Hello," The headmaster repeats in his monotone voice. Taking a long breath, I quickly think of what I should say but come up blank. Groveling sounds like a good way to start.

"Hello, Sir" I begin timidly hoping he won't immediately hang up. Clearing my throat I speak louder hopefully sounding confident. "It's Raven. Raven Hades."

I hear him mutter something that probably wasn't in my favor. "What do you want, Miss Hades?" I mentally fist pump grateful that he has yet to hang up on me.

"Uh, I was hoping to discuss my expulsion" I mentally cheer for myself, ten seconds in and I haven't insulted him or that shithole of a school.

"What about it, you've been expelled end of story" Swallowing nervously I quickly speak up before he has the chance to hang up on me.

"Yes, see sir, I was actually, uh, hoping that you could reverse the expulsion thing," I hear him sigh angrily and quickly push on trying to sound convincing. "See, things here aren't going well, my mother has set me up to soul suck this guy whom I'm living with but see this incredibly hot guy is actually an incubus which is why my mother chose him and, uh, I don't really feel like murdering anyone. So I was kind of hoping you could let me come back, please Sir."

He doesn't speak for a while and I think he might actually be considering letting me back in. I feel hope rising up that I might actually be able to escape. When he finally replies I feel that hope shatter.

"Raven, you know it's impossible for me to let you come back."

"But sir-"

"Do you even know my name?" His tone is harsh and I realize the I actually don't know the gnome's name. My silence doesn't help with his anger. "Do you know anything about the fire in your dorm room yesterday?" With that question I know I am utterly screwed, I try to think of a way to clear my name but I'm too slow and he continues. "Don't bother calling back"

Beeps replace his voice. I'm utterly speechless, in utter shock that he would just leave me here to rot. The urge to scream and throw things in frustration is almost unbearable. I just want to burn this stupid house to the ground. Tires squeak outside as a black car stopped hazardously at the front door. I watched as Jeremy stumbled out leaving the engine running. The front door slammed and an idea hit me. A smile curved at my lips. Driving can't be that hard.