His Guardian Demon

Chapter Twelve

"What are we doing at the bookstore?" Domi asked as I put the car in park and got out.

"You said to read up on the history and go from there. So that's what I'm doing," I answered as I began walking into the store.

"You're going to read about demons?" Domi's eyebrows shot up as he looked at me with a look of disbelief and skepticism. 

"Yes and no. Demons throughout history and in other cultures, because, as you know, not all demons came from the same place," I said as I began to head to the correct section of the bookstore. It was getting late, so thankfully the bookstore was nearly deserted. I began to flip through various books and put some back on the shelf while handing the others to Domi for him to hold. 

Domi sighed and remained silent as I continued my search. Satisfied, I began to head to the checkout when another book caught my eye. It was titled, Demons for Beginning Exorcists: What are They and What do They do? An uncomfortable burning made me quickly put it back.

Damn books blessed by those fucking priests.

I walked up to the check-out and made Domi put all seventeen of the books on the counter. I ignored the weird looks the cashier was giving me and added two notebooks to the pile.

I paid for my books and made Domi carry sixteen out to the car as I started to read the last one. I set the book to the side as I started driving home(safety first kids―don't read while driving). When we got home, I carried them inside and set them on the coffee table. I picked up one of the notebooks and wrote on the cover, "History of Demons" and on the other wrote, "How to Fix My Problems". I flipped to the first page of the notebook titled History of Demons and opened the first book. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Domi pick up another book called The Da Vinci Code and start reading. I rolled my eyes, resigned to reading the books alone.

By the time we got halfway through our books, it was almost eleven at night and I found nothing that could help with my problem. I stood up and stretched. "Hey, Domi, I'm gonna go to bed, okay?"

Domi glanced at the clock and put the book down. "Okay, I'm gonna go to bed too. Where are we going to put these?" he asked as gestured at the various books haphazardly stacked on the coffee table. 

"There's a bookcase in my room; we can put them there," I said as I picked up one of the stacks and carried it up the stairs. I heard Domi follow me into my room and begin to place them on the shelves of the bookcase. 

Once Domi had left, I pulled off my clothes and flopped down onto my mattress. I closed my eyes and fell asleep.

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It only felt like I had slept five minutes before the covers were violently ripped away from my body. I was very thankful I had kept my boxers on as I cracked one eye open and glared at Domi, shivering slightly.

"Get up! Time for school!" Domi said as he held my blanket to the side and out of my reach. He was dressed in a black suit with a red tie and his normally messy hair had been cut and styled. 

"Where are you going?" I asked as I groggily reached for my blanket but to no avail. I groaned and unwillingly got up and walked over to my dresser.

"For your information, I have a job. Well, at least I do until this is over. And you have a school to get to. So come on! You need to eat breakfast first," Domi said as he tossed me a shirt. I finished buttoning my pants and pulled the shirt over my head before grabbing my backpack and going downstairs.

"Why do I have to eat? I don't get that type of hunger," I said as I poked at my bowl. It held a weird grain-thing with bright blue circles on top. I frowned at it.

"I know, but human food helps with cravings. Speaking of, when did you last have a craving? It should be coming up soon, so we need to find an ideal meal," Domi said as he ate his own grain-thing while reading a newspaper. Domi looked up and saw me watching him. "Eat your oatmeal."

I shoved my spoon into the bowl and began to eat it. It was a little bland, but it was okay.  I pulled my phone out of my pocket and checked the time. "What time do we have to leave?"

"Seven twenty."

"It's nine forty-two."

Domi froze and looked at me from under his eyelashes. "Please tell me you're joking."

"I am—" Domi exhaled through his mouth, "—it's eleven seventeen."

Domi launched out of his chair and ran through the door, into the car, and sped away, tires screeching. I rolled my eyes and ate a few more bites of this bland "oatmeal" thing. I was already late, may as well take my time. When I was done, I put my bowl in the sink and drove to school.

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Okay, sorry this is short. Bye Bye