There Was One More Thing...

The Cafè

Ever since they day, I had been eager to figure out why Aria had killed my family. And most of all, why her eyes turned red.

I had done a lot of research, and I have gathered that it wasn't Aria who killed my family. She was possessed by a demon. I had never believed in demon possessions before, but there was no other logical explanation.

My conclusion is that a demon wanted to kill my family. Why would they want to kill my family? We were Christians, but why would they let me go? I was just a normal girl living a wonderful, normal life. Or at least I thought. The only thing I wanted now, was to find and kill the demon that killed my family.

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It's early March in South Dakota. I walk out the door of my Grandparents' house. My toes freeze as they touch down on the frozen-over front porch. Redundantly, I continue. I walk to my car, a red 72' Mustang Convertible, my dad's. He said whenever I turned 16, it would be mine. He died before I turned 16, so he never got to officially tell me it was mine.

I was the only one who survived from my house. All of my brothers and sisters, my mom and my dad died. All of my belongings, along with everything else everyone owned, was burnt to a crisp. My dad always parked the car far away from the house in a garage that he built himself especially for that car. This car was his prized possession.

I stand and look at my car in awe, I still hadn't gotten used to driving it alone. I slowly swing the door open and slide in. I put the key in the ignition and pull out of the driveway.

Soon, I pull into my favorite cafe, "The French Cafe" translated to English. I get out of my car and walk in the front doors. My favorite waitress, Collette, calls me by my name.

"Skylar! How are you this morning?" Collette says in her thick French accent.

"I'm doing alright this morning, how about you?" I say in my Australian. I lived in Australia before the fire. 

"Trés bien!" She says in French, her native language.

"Bien!" I say back to her.

"What will it be this morning, Skylar?"

"The 'Usual' " I say. The 'usual' consists of a bacon, egg, and cheese croissant.

About 5 minutes later, she comes back through the French doors with my favorite breakfast and my morning coffee just how I like it, a creamy, toffee color of brown.

"Thank you, Collette," I say.

"Bienvinue!" She says in French.

I sit down at the bar area and pick up my sandwich. "Yum" I say as I look at the grease from the bacon seeping into the croissant. Before I take a bite, I hear two men talking about demons, and a woman named Carry. They wear a black suit and tie. I put down my croissant and hesitantly walk over to them.

In a stern, demanding-sounding voice, I say "I heard you two talking about demons. What do you know."

"Woah little girl," the older one says. "Watch your-"

"Jared, stop. She doesn't know-" the younger brother says.

"I don't know what?" I demand.

"Nothing. You don't know nothing." The older one says, I believe his name is Jared.

"Jared!" The younger one pauses. He stomps on Jared's foot.

In my mind, I giggle a little.

The younger one now wears a calmer expression and says, "Hi, my name is John."

"My name is Skylar." I say in a little calmer voice.

"Nice to meet you." John says.

"Why do you know about demons?" Jared snaps.

"I believe one possessed my best friend and burnt my house down." I say, and then immediately press my hand against my mouth, remembering that I just met them.

"Woah sugar, a little to honest a little too soon?" Jared says sarcastically.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-" I stammer.

John stops me saying, "Hey, it's okay it's not your fault. The only thing in questioning is why they let you go."

"I know," I say. "She just let me walk right out of the door. My entire family, my brothers, sisters, parents-" I stop, getting choked up. I wipe away the one year that fell. I realize again, I just met them!
"I'm so sorry," John and Jared say sympathetically in unison.

"Can you tell me anything you guys know about this 'Carry' girl? You guys seem to think pretty low of her. What did she do?"

"Well..." John says in a low quiet tone.