The Demon's Girl

Chapter 23

Kim's p.o.v

I expected to be in a dark room, and some random angel just standing there sayong "Yeah, you're dead. You're either going to heaven or hell." But when I opened my eyes, I was back in the bedroom I shared with Patrick. I sat up and tossed the blanket that was draped over me to the side. I slid out of bed and walked a bit. I felt no pain. I slid my fingers to where the bullet wound was, and all I felt was just smooth flesh. No dent whatsoever.

I heard something downstairs and walked out, making my way downstairs. I heard Patrick quietly singing "Dance Dance", strumming up the chords on his acoustic guitar. I stood in the foyer and just listened to him play. God, I missed his voice.

"I see you're awake."

I snapped out of my daze and looked at the back of Patrick's head. "How do you feel?"

I shrugged. Physically, mentally or emotional? "I'm fine. I guess all that blood chugging finally paid off," I joked.

Patrick chuckled a bit and sniffed."I'm sorry, Kimberly. I'm so sorry," he whispered softly. I bit my lip and walked towards him. I sat down next to him and stared at my hands. None of us knew what to say to each other. I mean, what do you say after finding out that your boyfriend is involved with the supernatural?

"You're mad at me," he said after  while.

"Mad is an understatement," I replied. "Can't blame me. When you find out your boyfriend is a demon from hell and is responsible for multiple deaths, how else am I supposed to feel? Happy?"

I looked at him with tears of frustration and sadness in my eyes. "Goddammit, Patrick, why?" I yelled, standing up and glared at him. "Why did you have to be some killing machine? Why couldn't you have been a unicorn or some cuddly teddy bear? Why a demon?! And what's fucked up about this whole thing, even though you're responsible for numerous murders, I'm still in love with you!"

I stopped my breath, lodged in my throat. Patrick looked at me, surprised, and stood up. "Kimberly?" He asked, walking towards me tentatively. He touched my cheek and wiped off the tears off my face. I looked at him and put my hands on top of his.

"I want to hate you," I whispered to him. "I want to hate you so bad and turn around and never look back, but I can't. I can't bring myself to do that. Because I know that I will never find a man who loves me the way you do."

He just stared back at me, his eyes looking into mine. He tucked back a few strands of my hair behind my ear and rubbed his thumbs on my cheeks. "A lot of things have happened in these past couple of weeks, Kimberly. Alex, Britney, the Winchesters. And yes, I haven't been the most truthful with you, I know that. But, one thing I will never lie about is my unrequited love for you. If this was some other girl, I wouldn't even bother, but for you? I'd do anything just to hold you in my arms."

My lips twitched and I just couldn't help myself but to laugh at him. "Really? Simple Plan?" I chuckled. He shrugged and hugged me. I buried my head in his chest and hugged his waist. "It was the first thing that came to mind, okay?" He said. "Am I forgiven?"

"No, but that doesn't mean I'm going to leave you," I replied. I kissed his cheek and walked off. "Are you coming to bed or not?"

I turned around and held out my hand. He laced his fingers with mine and followed me upstairs. We were going to be okay, I was sure of that.