Saved By The Devil Himself

Anger

I wake up with my head pounding, it was as if my brain got a sledgehammer and decided to break my skull. I was on something soft and comfy though. I flutter my eyes open to see that I'm in a room, of course, but its pitch black. I can kind of make out what's there, but it's too dark to see.

Suddenly the memories of what just happened came flooding back to me. What the hell was going? Who is Aziz? Wait! Am I dead and sleeping in a bed in hell? Or heaven? Ok, let's be real if I'm dead and in hell, there would be fire all around me, right?

"no, there would not be fire all around you" I hear a familiar husky voice. Aziz. His voice sounded tired as if it was three am. "and quit thinking so much. I know you just woke up but please go back to sleep"

"go to sleep? How? I just saw you do some crazy shit that is impossible! How can I sleep after finding that out? And did pass out? I don't remember coming back here" this has to be his room because where else would I be? I'm obviously not in a hospital.

"I'll explain everything in the morning. I know it looks bad and I'm sorry for scaring you" he starts. I can hear him get up, probably from the chair in the far corner, then I feel him climb into bed. "there's no way I can justify my actions especially towards you, but I need you to trust me and get some sleep. Your body needs it, and that baby boy in there also agrees with me"

I let out a soft sigh and turn to my side with my back towards Aziz. I didn't want to talk to him anyways. Humph.

I hear him let out a sigh before saying "I can hear that, now stop being grouchy and sleep"

Ugh, this man has the nerve! Telling me to stop when he's the one who messed up, that's just wrong.

I hear him mumble something and I let out a small victory smile. Finally. I closed my eyes and embarrassed the darkness around me as I drift into sleep.

I woke up the next morning with the same splitting headache. Fuck, I hate when I get these. I turned around to see Aziz still asleep. Guess I'll have to wait for answers.

I got up and walked into the bathroom for a shower. Maybe taking a shower and eating will help.

I stepped out of the shower and wrapped a fluffy, black towel around me. I noticed that my tummy is starting to get bigger, but that's normal. At least I can still see my toes.

I walk towards Aziz's closet to see if there was anything for me to wear. I knew I couldn't fully trust him because he hid this big secret and I still don't even know what it is. Maybe I can ask Ethan.

I quickly get changed into a pair of black leggings and a baggy t-shirt. I made my way towards Ethan's room and knocked. He opened it quickly and quite frankly he looked terrible. His eyes have purple bags, his hair a mess, no t-shirt and red, plaid pajama pants. He looks physically and mentally exhausted. "Are you okay? Is the baby hurt? What's wrong?" He asks frantically.

"What are you? What is Aziz? You are not human and you have to give me answers now!" I commanded. I wanted answers and I wanted them now. I was getting suddenly very angry even though I wanted to talk normally. I wanted to blame the hormones so badly but I was also just plain angry because they lied to me.

"Amberley..." Ethan started softly. His eyes even getting soft. I could tell he wanted to tell me badly but he couldn't. And I knew why. Aziz already came and told him not to. That bastard.

"Fine! Since no one wants to give me answers then I'll leave!" I yell and stormed down the stairs and out the door. I knew I was being irrational and hormonal, but I had a right to know the truth. I thought Aziz loved me. If he loved me then he would have told me.

"Amberley! Amberley!" I hear Ethan call out to me as I'm walking down the sidewalk. I have my arms crossed and if it was possible I would have steam coming out of my ears, but since I'm human and everyone in that house is not, then no steam came out.

"Amberley! Stop right now or else I'm going to get Aziz to drag you back into the house" Ethan warned. I just ignored him and kept walking. I was fuming. He had no right to talk to me like that.

I could hear feet running and I just kept my pace. I wasn't going to let them get lie to me and then drag me back into that house and lie to me again.

"Angel" I hear Aziz's voice. It was soft, hurt. This hurt my heart. It hurt so bad I stopped in my tracks as tears welled in my eyes. "Angel please come back, I'll explain everything," He tells me and a tear slipped. Why? Why was this hurting?

Once that tear hit the ground I started sobbing uncontrollably. I don't know why I was, I was supposed to be angry at him but here I am crying and about to go with him.

I feel a pair of hands move my hands away from my face and lift my chin up. I look up at Aziz who has a hurt expression on his face. I hurt him but he hurt me.

At that moment something just switched in me. I started hitting him and punching him while he just stood there. He knew how angry I was and he just let me put it all out on him. Every hit, slap, punch did nothing to him, he never once flinched or showed an ounce of pain and this made me even angrier.

That lasted for god knows how long before I just dropped to the ground and cried. Why do I have to be this emotional? I have a right to be like this, right?