Wine Red {Original Story - Language Warning}

Ten:

"I- I really need to go...." His voice broke. Emily quietly nodded and let Devile leave to go back to Abbi. Emily slowly followed him as Devile sat down next to Abbi under a streetlamp. "You okay? Dude. Were you crying? I can see the black tear stains on your mask." She was concerned. He tried his best not to growl because he knew that it was slowly and painfully hurting Abbi. Something he never wanted to happen, Devile cared for her but he knew it can't happen, he's her demon.

"Damn it- tomorrow is Monday. Mariah is going to fuck me up." She groaned as she slumped back into the streetlight. 'I forgot she has highschool.' Devile growled at the thought of Mariah hitting and punching Abbi until she bled. "Ey. You there?" Abbi playfully knocked on his mask like a door. 

'Oliver really hasn't changed since childhood.' Emily sighed while smiling slightly. "The stars are beautiful." Abbi chuckled. Devile stared up into the sky thinking of Abbi and how she is staying alive after all her pain, she is still strong, unlike Devile. One day he snapped and tried to lie his own suicide. "Y'know," Abbi began as she snuggled closer into Devile's brown fur, "there are millions of people I could meet and you just decide to come along. And I'm glad that you did." He smiled behind his dull, lifeless mask. 

'She doesn't know what you look like.' he told himself as his frown dropped. "Yeah." his voice lowered as Abbi drifted off to sleep. Devile wrapped his tail and arms around her, keeping Abbi warm, Emily smiled knowing she's in good paws. "The same old Oliver..." she whispered.

--The Next Day--

Abbi woke up still under the streetlamp but felt arms and a soft, brown tail wrapped around her. It was Devile. "Goodmorning it's time for school." she nudged tthe demon softly, waking him up. "Let's go and I'm going to try to stay alive." Abbi joked making herself laugh a little bit. He sat up and they both made their way to Westwood High to see everyone as usual but this time everyone acted, different when Mariah walked by with her 'girl gang'. 

"Well, well, well. Look who was gone for so long and decided to return..."