The Devils Daughter

Chapter 8

I finally managed to pull myself together and walked back inside and up to my room. I was still so confused about what I needed to do. When I pushed my door open Landon was splayed across my bed. So I slammed the door making him jump.
"There you are!" He jumped up off my bed folding his arms.
"Here I am. Your one and only quest subject."
"What?" He growled between his teeth. "No, you're not a quest."
"Could've fooled me." I shrugged my shoulders leaning against the door.
"That's not fair."
"Haven't you heard? Life isn't fair, Landon!"
He looked between me and the door, he was trying to decide rather walk away or stay. If he stayed he'd prove I wasn't just a quest for him if he left it said I was.
He walked past me and threw open the door taking off down the hall. Just a quest. I grabbed a bag and threw my belongings inside. I was going to go home. I'm not gonna sit here and be used for whatever everyone else wanted.
I made it down the stairs when little grace bound from the sofa she was sitting on. "Where are you going?" She was pouting with her lower lip stuck out.
"I'm going home." I knelt down and give her a hug and proceeded for the front door.
Grace opened her mouth and screamed drawing everyone out of their rooms and down the stairs.
"Grace? What is it, sweetheart?" Phil asked walking down the stairs. Lucinda was close behind him and Landon was the last one down.
"Sophie's leaving." She pointed accusingly at me. "Tell her she can't go!"
"Is that true?" Lucinda raised her brow at me.
"Yes." I nodded. "I'm not going to be used by anyone for their satisfaction." I gave a pointed look at Landon.
"So, your decision is to rule both realms?" Phil asked scratching his chin.
"For now."
"You need to be trained," Lucinda spoke. "Micah and Landon are the strongest of our kinds."
"Then they can train me. But I will not choose one of them to wed." I hitched my bag over my shoulder and walked out not looking back. If I did, I'd want to stay and I just couldn't. Landon said I wasn't a quest, then he walked away proving I was.

I found myself on my moms' porch step. Something was telling me to leave and find somewhere else to go, but I couldn't leave her like this. I knocked on the door expecting her to be in her pajamas like she always is at this time. But when she answered she was dressed in her work attire looking confused.
"Can I help you?" She raised her brow.
"Mom?" I whispered.
"No, I think you're mistaken. I don't have kids."
"I-I'm sorry to bother you." I stammered turning away. She doesn't remember me? Already? I wanted to know if my room was still the same if it somehow drastically changed overnight as well. Chances are, it was. I didn't want to dwell on it much, so I left walking down the street. I wonder if Stacey would remember me or if she'd forgotten me too. Chances were she did too.
I found myself on the park bench a mile away from my house. I didn't want to go back to Landon's, but I didn't want to go to Stacey either and her forgetting me too. Why did Micah and Landon come into my life? Why now?
A whooshing sound came from behind me, but I didn't jump or move. I stayed put. Whoever it was can go away, I'm having a bad day already.
"Why are you way out here?" Micah's voice came out low and calm.
"Wanted to get away from everything." I shrugged putting my face in my palms. "I hope you guys are happy. My mom doesn't remember me."
"You're getting closer to turning 18, that was inevitable." Micah sat down beside me and tapped my knee cap.
"Does Stacey remember me?"
"No. No one does." He shook his head. "That's why it was safer with Landon. His house is off the radar."
"So I'm not safe here?"
"Not alone."
"What about your place?"
"My place is stuffed full of Angels." He laughed. "And most want you dead."
"Can I die?" I don't know why I asked that. Maybe I wanted to at that moment. Everything I knew was gone and forgot me.
"Before you turn 18, yes. After, no." He let out a sigh and grabbed my hand. "Let's get you back to Landon's."
"I really don't want to." I protested jerking my hand free. "I'll be fine."
He facepalmed himself and took out his cell phone dialing a number. "Come to the park." Was all he said before hanging up. "You left me no choice."
I tried to leave but he practically clamped his arms around me keeping me in place. I muttered out "better be glad I'm not 18 yet."
He laughed at the statement and squeezed harder. Micah was stronger than I'd believed.
Twenty minutes went by and a black SUV pulled up along the curb. Black shoes touched down on the cement and stomped towards us. Landon's nostrils were flaring and his face was red. Angry, maybe? Not my fault they want to use me. Micah picked me up and handed me off to Landon who tied my hands together. He led me to the car and threw me in waving to Micah.
"What's up with you?" He snarled tightening his grip on the steering wheel.
"Me? Are you serious!?"
"Yea. You." He pointed in my direction. "First you leave. Now you're trying to get yourself killed."
"No, I'm not."
"There's someone watching you. Don't tell me you're actually this stupid?"
"Why do you care? Oh, I forgot. You want the throne to hell!" I spat out with venom. I didn't regret it, because it's true. They were using me. And it wasn't fair.
"No, I don't." His voice was barely a whisper but he spoke loud enough for me to hear. He didn't sound mad anymore, but sad that I'd said that.
"Then what do you want?"
Silence filled the car. He didn't answer. I couldn't wrap my brain around why. And why he said he didn't want the throne when he did. Or his family did.