My Deal With The Devil's Son

Chapter 10

Louisa's P.O.V

After Daniel fell asleep, his head resting on my chest, I lay awake. Thinking. I was thinking of possibilities which could make Daniel so terrified and paranoid of no-one other than himself. I came up short. It was saddening to think of someone hurting him so bad, even after all he had done to me. It was all a repercussion of a terrible fate he had stumbled upon and that perfect person was locked away for so long as a result.

Daniel was still a mystery to me. His carefree, aggressive and dark behaviour frightened me. But seeing his emotions, his true feelings, I found myself intrigued by the part of him he let dominate. My head told me I should run from him. All I would gain from his presence, his friendship, his love, was hurt and pain. He would turn my life upside down, more than he had already. Another part of me told me I should try and figure him out, I should let him have his way with me, that I may not know everything about him, his past and I shouldn't judge him on what he projected to me. This part that was telling me to keep him close, to not shut him out, it screamed louder than what my head told me, but it wasn't coming from the heart. No, it came from somewhere I couldn't distinguish.

Sleep was slowly taking over me after over thinking the puzzle which was Daniel Collins, and I gladly surrendered to unconsciousness.

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To my blatant surprise, when I woke, Daniel was no-where to be seen. I strained my ears to listen for water running from the bathroom or footsteps throughout my apartment, but it still remained deathly silent. Looking around my modest sized room, I found Daniel's clothes missing from the spot on my cream carpet where they had took up residence in a small pile the night before. Was it a dream? God, I hoped not. The pain across my middle section told me otherwise and I was almost relieved of the reminder that this was in fact reality.

Confused as to why he had left, I got up and started to get ready for school. Thankfully, today I had woke up reasonably early so I was in no rush. Walking into the kitchen, I turned on the coffee machine and put a toaster waffle into the toaster. I leant an elbow on top of the kitchen counter and rested my head on top of my palm, staring out of the window.

It was raining heavily today and it made my mood worse. I didn't have a reason to want to get up out of bed this morning. To top off the whole mess with Scottie and Daniel sneaking out before I had woken, the weather was awful and I knew I was going to be drenched walking from my apartment to the bus stop. Why I didn't own an umberella was beyond me.

The toaster popped, almost giving me a heart-attack, I swore a toaster would be the death of me, and the coffee machine buzzed signaling it was ready. After pouring the black coffee into a mug and adding milk, I plated my waffle and sat at the breakfast bar munching lazily, occasionally taking a sip of my coffee.

I sat wondering if I'd see Daniel today at school. Would he be different? How were things between us now, were they going to be awkward? Should I act like I was last night or pretend to hate him? The confusion was tiring and overwhelming this early in the morning. Ugh, all this thinking was hurting my head. We really needed to talk and straighten things out. I wasn't really sure where I stood with Daniel now. Would this change anything?

I stood, my chair scraping against the dark wooden kitchen floor. Instead of clearing up my dirty dishes, I left them by the sink, telling myself I'd do them later. I don't know why I didn't just do them, I knew later I'd be cursing myself for giving myself extra work when I got home.

After adding subtle make-up, throwing on skinny pale blue jeans, a red and white checkered shirt with a white tank underneath and red Vans, I grabbed my school bag and made my way to the bus stop, tying my hair into a loose ponytail.