Fallen Angel

Chapter 30

ELLA

"W-What?! No! My father isn't a demon!" I screamed, denying his words completely.

He couldn't be.

There wasn't the slightest chance that he could.

He was human, just like me and Mom.

He had normal eyes, so how on earth could he be a demon?

I mean, he's always seemed like a human to me.

There's nothing unusual about him.

My father was a demon?

Christian was sent to kill him?

Of course, I felt a little anger towards Christian, but right now, I wanted him here by my side more than anything.

"Oh, and there's another thing you should know." He said, smirking.

I looked at him, raising my eyebrow and waited for him to continue.

"He's not your real father."

Those words caught me by total shock.

What the hell did he mean that it wasn't my real father who had lived with my mother and I all my life?

Of course it was.

I shook my head at him, not wanting to believe a single word he was saying.

"I don't believe you. You're lying." I spat, shooting daggers at him.

He laughed closely, his red eyes boring into mine and his eyebrows raised.

"You don't believe me? Well, you should because what I say is the truth. He is not your biological father. That man is long gone." His voice was low but his smirk had vanished for a while, his lips were pressed into a thin line.

Somehow, his words did come off believable to me.

I don't have a clue why though.

"How come I didn't know of this?" I asked, keeping my eyes focused on him.

He licked his lips, the smirk returning on his face.

"Your mother chose not to tell you." He said simply, not explaining it any further.

I nodded, afraid to question him further in fear of pissing him off.

For a while, there was a heavy silence among the two of us, but then, he spoke.

"Oh, and I'm Andre, Christian's brother, as you may have already figured out." He chuckled and stood from his seat and walked over to me, now standing directly in front of me, towering over me.

I looked up at him, feeling as small as ever as he stood there, smirking down at me.

I just wanted him to go away.

I just wanted Christian here.

"You want me to go away, huh?" Andre asked, smirking at me, his tone intimidating.

I bit my lip, nervous and scared before slowly nodding.

He laughed closely before pulling out a black iPhone.

I looked at it in confusion.

"Maybe we should invite your dear little boyfriend here, shouldn't we?" He chuckled and typed on his phone.

I stared at him, my eyes wide and my eyebrows furrowed.

I wondered what he was going to do.

If he was going to hurt me.