I looked out the window of the bus taking me to hecate. I shivered as I thought of my father. Almost all of the yelling matches that took place were between us. My brother, the Golden Child, has never really got in trouble. Even if he did, my parents just brush it off. He goes to parties, has fun, and has a lot of friends. Not that I mind if I have the internet. It is literally freedom I have. I smile sadly as the bus stops outside my house. I sigh as I walk out from the safety of the bus. Darnit! I'm ten minutes late! I hurriedly walked up to the house. I waited for the yelling to begin, but none came. I frowned, "Raksha, sweetheart?" he called."Yes father?" "Grab us some beers." "Sure," I said. I schooled my face into somewhat happy face.
I walked into the room, and the mystery man smiled-no beamed at me. "Congratulations!" "May I ask why?" The man deadpanned. His face turned stony, "You didn't tell her?" His face was all like 'don't mess with me bitch'. My father started stuttering. "You didn't tell her Henry?" My father was scared shitless. 'Oooh someone's in trouble!' my inner voice said excitedly. 'Yes, yes, it is.' The man kept yelling, "You agreed! I don't want to see your face for a long time! Now go!" My dad ran out of the house shaking. I, however, was amazed at the power this man was exuding. "My name is Damon Greenwood." I smiled," My name is Raksha Ulf, but friends call me Demon."
YOU ARE READING
Ideas
Bilim KurguSorry if you're confused as what this is, it's basically just ideas I might put into writing. Again, sorry they're not edited, reviewed, or anything like that. Though, feel free for constructive criticism, and ideas to add.