A
Demon
In
My
Closet
Chapter 1
The Boy In The Black Hood.
Beep. Beep. BEEP!
My alarm clock really had a death wish.. I waved my hand over it and it went up in flames. I knew I had to be scared right now, but I didn't move as much as an eyelid. Blowing a stream in cold breath, it froze into a block of ice. Ah pure bliss.. I knew I needed to wake up, but I, obviously, chose otherwise and fell back asleep.
I really needed to wake up.. and I knew that. But me being me, stubborn, didn't get up off the warm, cuddly, BIG, purple and black bed. Hey, don't judge me. Lessons yesterday were harsh, and I really don't have it in me to get up.
I never really knew who, or what I was. My mother, a pregnant, runaway teen, died giving birth to me. My father.. well, I didn't count him as a father, he had raped her. The doctor that had helped my mother go through the labor, took care of me until the age of three, and then put me up for adoption in.. Russia.. And that is all I knew of my past. Pathetic huh? All I knew about my name was that the doctor had found a necklace around my mother's throat, that said Astrid Anastasia Frienian. I still have the necklace to this very day, and I never wish to take it off.
So now, I live at the adoption center, that was fairly rich. They provided us all with a complete room with our own liking of style and decoration, plumbing, heat, a closet full of clothes, make-up... I had lived 14 years here, and I never wished to leave. My family. My home.
"Astrid! Get your lazy ass down here!" Cedric yelled. Cedric was my best friend at the orphanage, we simply grew up together, and we were never to be parted. Best friends, and that was it, nothing more.
I got up from my black and purple king bed, immediately being hit by the coldness of a damp Russian morning. I shivered and slipped on my silk robe over my short shorts and Paramore tank top, then walked - no more like dragged my feet - downstairs.
"Эй, ребята! Как вы сегодня? Иисус, вы лучше бы закончили завтрак! Или я буду веселить вас!"I kissed little Joshua's head. Joshua only knew how to speak Russian, like most of the children that were under three. Everyone else knew English. Thank goodness.
"Астрид, Астрид! Да, я zakonchil yaitsa uzhe Сегодня! Тай gordishsya mnoi? Госпожа skazala, Что мой budem vyhodit Раз Сегодня!"Joshua exclaimed and I laughed lightly. Joshua was like.. my son. Or what I had imagined having a son would feel like. Tiny, 3 years old, and very rebellious.
"Конечно, я горжусь тобой, коротышка! Надеюсь, вы получайте удовольствие от Mistress. Я должен остаться здесь, с Седриком и Ингрид," I said, smiled, and took a sip of my coffee.
"Astrid, you ready?" The sound of Mistress's voice came through the kitchen.
"Yes, Mistress."
"Very well. Meet me at the lounge in an hour, honey. We need to start training you."
"Mistress? When are you finally going to tell me what I am?"
She sighed. "Astrid. I told you. I will tell you. On your eighteenth birthday, when you are ready."
"So that means in about two days?"
She sighed again. "You really are stubborn, Astrid."
"I know," I said and grinned. "I'm gonna go hang out with Ingrid and Cedric now."
