"He grabbed my shirt and pulled me close to his beautiful face. We were only inches away from each other and I could feel his body heat.
Michaels eyes turned black as the night and it felt as if the darkness had entered my soul. Never before had I...
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Later that day at lunch Jake asked me to sit with him and his friends. Many girls would have dreamed about sitting at the cool table but I was different now. It didn't mean any thing to me and I was already the hbic.
One of guys sitting next to me was starting to piss me off. He had his long arm wrapped around my shoulders and I did not enjoy it.
"Loosen up a little Luci", he whispered into my ear and a shiver went down my spine, but not in a good way.
His hands were hading south and it was enough for me. You probably want it, slut
"Don't touch me jerk!", I said and stood up at the table.
Everyone in the cafeteria was watching and judging me but I did not give a damn. The anger I had felt before was coming back to me and I could feel it in my veins like a burning desire of wrath.
Without thinking I bursted out to the hall and fell to my knees. Why couldn't I breath? Everything went black and the last thing I remembered was someone picking me up from the floor gently. ~
My head was pounding and when I opened my eyes I was laying in an unknown bed. I looked around desperate to find clues to what the hell had just happened. Soon I realized that this was my attic and everything started to make sense. The door opened and Michael walked in with a glass of water and a towel in his hand. I wanted to sit up but the pain in my head stopped me.
"Just lay down Luci", Michael said and put the towel on my head.
It was warm and nice but I wanted answers.
"You're probably wondering how you got here. I carried you home after you collapsed in the hall."
"That was you?",I asked quietly.
He seemed so protective of me but after his latest behaviors, I didn't know what to think. I can tell you something: he does not care about you.
"Yes. Drink this, he said while pointing at the glass he was holding.
"See, I didn't choose to come here Luci but its my job to help you now. I don't know if you been feeling different lately but I knew it was time when you eyes went red today at lunch.
Help? Red eyes? What the hell?
"It's a lot to take in, I understand. But you are very special Luci Williams Turner. You are chosen by him."
"By who Michael?"
"Satan."
My mind was confused. I cannot believe he just told me I have been chosen by Satan! It was absurd.
