My demons (book 1)

Running away

Claire! Claire! Aisha cried out in her mind, hoping to reach out to the person she had put all of her hopes into. It was a few hours after Caleb's funeral and she was losing her mind. She needed to leave. Claire finally answered and agreed to come pick her up. Minutes later, Aisha could hear her car pulling in to the cemetery.

"Running away?" she asked, quirking her perfectly sculpted eyebrow up at the brunette, who quickly got in, hoping no one saw her.

"I can't stay here."

She nodded. She understood. Somehow, Aisha knew she would.

"You weren't at the funeral," Aisha said, not accusing her, but simply stating the fact.

"I didn't know the guy. And I didn't think anyone needs my moral support either."

She sighed. She barely knew the woman but something in her was screaming that she was, indeed, in need of her moral support.

"Why are you really running away?" the beauty asked, finally pulling out of her parking spot.

"Jay.... I can't even look at him without thinking of Caleb. Before this all started he was my only friend. And what's even worse...I don't actually feel anything towards him anymore. I feel like him killing my best friend played a part in that but that's not really important. It would kill him. I have to go."

"Where do you want to go?"

"Away. I want you to help me learn how to control my demons and emotions."

"You want me to help you? I'm not really a good role model," she laughed.

"You are strong. And also powerful. You don't show much emotion. Yet you still care to some extent. You are everything I ever wanted to be."

"I'm a contract killer."

Aisha laughed, rolling her eyes. "Can you help me or not?"

"I'll try my best."

Saying that, she focused her eyes back on the road. She probably wouldn't admit it, but Aisha knew somewhere in there was a highly competitive driver... and a capable one at that. Then again, she could imagine her admitting it without shame. She owned just about everything she did, so the roads would be no different to her. In fact, they were probably her playground.

As they drove past her house, Aisha took a one last glance. The boring brown fence, the long timeworn gravel path, the overgrown trees and hedges that no one tended for a year, the white walls that are turning grey, paint tearing apart on some spots...it all seemed so distant to her, so strange. Nothing bind her to that place anymore, the last string broke.