My Demon Departure

The Letter

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-This is a sequel to my story "My Demon Master" please be sure to read that story before continuing on with this book, thank you-

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Angela POV

"Angela I am sorry to do this to you, but you are staying in the human world...permanently. Baby I am so sorry to do this to you but it had to happen sooner or later. Hell isn't a place for you, and I promised you I would get you out and yet I never did. This will be better for you and you will realize that too, I love you so much Angela, this is why I did this. I couldn't tell you this before you left because you wouldn't of left if I did. Seth will be there to take care of you, and an old friend of mine will be your roommate, she is a girl so it would be more comfortable for you. I will visit when I have the chance I promise. But this will be better for you, Hell is no place for an Angel. I love you Angela, I always will. - James"

"Neither is the human world." I say.

Rereading this letter brings up so many emotions. The first time I read it I cried endlessly for a week straight. That was how I spent the first week here.

~Flashback to the First Week~

"Here it is!" Seth says while opening the door.

The apartment is beautiful. Dark wood floors line the whole apartment.

The living room has a white leather couch with two matching recliners. A flat screen rests on the wall, a fire place underneath with a brick surrounding. The walls were a rich red.

The kitchen has sterling silver color fridge, dishwasher, oven, and microwave. With white cabinets and a dark granite countertop.

My room was my favorite of course. It has a white shaggy carpet, gray walls and black trim. The view outside showed the ocean for miles, the sand was tan and just beautiful. The bed had a purple comforter and black sheets. The nightstand was white and had a black lamp. There was also a little mini fridge stocked with cola and candy bars. The bathroom was nice too, with a big bathtub and different pressures for the shower. My favorite shampoo was there too. Vanilla.

"The letter!" I said reaching into my black short pockets.

I sat on the bed and opened the letter. I didn't understand until I read it about ten times. A huge lump in my throat arose and I brought my knees up to my chest and started hyperventilating. I didn't even realize Seth was at the doorway until I looked up. His face held guilt.

"You knew. You knew didn't you! You knew he would do this!!" I started to cry.

He looked down and nodded.

"Why!" I said.

"He said you didn't belong in hell, he wanted you to have a better life." he said.

"Why didn't he just tell me! He pulled this, this stunt! He did this to hurt me!"

"No Angela, James loves you." he said.

He walked over and held me while I cried and cried and cried. I went to bed that night, with nightmares that I haven't had for years.

The next week I finally started talking. Really just simple yes or no answers to Seth. He stayed in the room across the hall, checking in on my every two hours.

He made me breakfast, lunch, and dinner.

That week the girl James was talking about came. She had fiery red hair and said her name was Willow. She wore a black tank top with a black leather jacket over it, white skinny jeans and black high heels. She already knew the situation and when she walked in she had three suitcases next to her and a grocery bag of ice cream in her hand. I smiled for the first time seeing that.

We stayed up the whole night talking about James and how I felt, eating the cookie dough ice cream. She told me she was a witch and she could freeze time. She showed me by throwing a pot into the air and freezing it with the flick of the wrist.

After I went to bed around 5 in the morning she went and put away her things in the guest bedroom, well her bedroom now.

Seth didn't come over that morning so Willow and I made pancakes.

A few weeks later Willow told me that I should get a job so I could get out of the apartment. So she got me a job at her work which was a movie theatre. I did a terrible job the first day. I didn't understand the register and I spilt so many of the drinks, luckily before any of them hit the ground Willow froze them and put them back on the table. Thankfully nobody saw. But after a few days I got really good at it. I started smiling and laughing again. Seth even joined and started working there. It was the first time in my life I could do what I want and do as I please without worrying about anybody. I realized I didn't need to ask to do things all the time. After a few weeks I noticed that a lot of guys talked to me a lot. They told me my hair looked nice and that I was pretty. Many of them gave me there numbers, so Willow bought me a phone and told me how to use it. But I never called the guys or texted them. I just couldn't get over James.

But week after week, he never visited like he promised to. Willow even asked about it. I kept saying "He's probably busy" or "He will soon" but the more I told her the more I realized I was making excuses for him. Why was I doing that? Why wasn't he visiting?

A few days later I started to get sick. I always felt nauseous and it got so bad I puked. I even got dizzy many times. I asked Willow and she told me to sit and wait on the couch while she went to go pick something up at the drugstore. When she got back she had this box, and when I read the label I about puked.

"A pr-pregnancy test!? I-I'm pregnant? I can't be pregnant! Not here not now! I can't raise a baby!" I panicked starting to hyperventilate.

"Shh calm down, you may not be pregnant, but you are showing signs of it. I got five tests just to be sure ok?" she said.

I hesitated then nodded.

She took me into the bathroom and I peed on the sticks while she waited in my bedroom. After setting them on the sink and waited for what seems like hours, we checked the tests, all of them were negative.

I sighed a relief and hugged her.

"See now we don't have to have a little James or Angela running around here." she laughed and left for her shift at work.

Later that night I almost felt depressed. I didn't want a baby, but the fact that I could've had a little James or Angela in my belly kinda made me....happy. I could've carried life and brought him or her into this word. And maybe James would come to the human world and help me raise the baby. But I realized that he wasn't coming to see me ever, if he wouldn't come to see me, he wouldn't come to see the baby. That happened last night.

I was leaning against the railing on my balcony outside my room. Looking out at the stars, letter folded nicely in my hand. I looked down and read it again. The more I read the more frustrated I became. I crumpled up the letter and threw it on the ground and then went to bed.

This morning I went to go pick it up, but it was gone. Just like James was. The wind must've blown it away. I smiled just a touch. I didn't need the letter, just like I didn't need him.

A/N

Ahhhhhh! Chapter 1 what do you think!! I can't believe I'm writing book two already! So what do you think? Angry at James for sending Angela away or angry at Angela for not understanding? please comment your answers and why! I love you guys!!