Lucifer's Girl

05

Valeria
"And where the hell were you?!" I hear Shayla yell from the living room. It was only 11:38 PM, and I was soaked from the rain, since I had walked a long way home.

"I was out, stop getting so angry." I said, kicking my shoes off, pulling down my hood.

"Out where, exactly?" She came in crossing her arms, arching an eyebrow at me.

I thought of a good excuse, "Studying." I gave her a small smile.

"Studying?" She nodded.

"Yes, I was out at the library, studying, and I lost track of time." I shrugged, prying my sweater off.

"Studying. Well Valeria," She scoffed, and let out a fake laugh, "How could you be studying at the library, when it closes at 10:30?"

"It's a long walk home, Shayla. Why are you questioning me?"

"Because, Idiot, I don't trust you." She sneered, stepping closer, "And your parents rely on me to take care of you while they're gone, so stop trying to act big and bold just because they aren't here."

"I'm not trying to act big and bold, Shayla. I'm trying to take care of myself, something you're not letting me do because you think it's OK to boss me around, When we're the same age!" I raise my voice, stepping foward.

"Don't yell at me!" She shouts, throwing her hands in the air.

"I do what I want." I grit.

"Watch who you're talking to." She also grits, pointing a finger at me. She looks at me in disgust and turns around, whipping her hair in my face, and walks away, the sound of her bracelets echoing through the hallway.

I rolled my eyes, sighing and running a hand through my damp hair.

"What was it this time?" Ethan asks, sitting down on a stool in front of the island in the kitchen.

"Something about me being irresponsible, bla bla bla." I play with his hair while he makes himself a sandwich.

"So...when are mom and dad coming home?" He suddenly asks me, looking up.

"I...I don't know, love." His face looks sad, and I smiled at him, "But don't worry, they'll be home soon."

I sigh, going towards the staircase when I hear the doorbell ring. Ethan frowns at me and I tell him to make his sandwich in the dining room.

He quickly stands up and leaves, as I hurry over to the family window to see who's at the door. I don't see anyone, but I make a move to open it.

As soon as I open the door, my heart drops, and time freezes as I gaze up at the man before me.

"Are you just going to stand there or let me in?" He smirks, bringing out a lighter.

I gulp, stepping back to give him space. He looks around, then leaves in front of the sink.

I stand there, hugging myself in fear as he stares at me. "I-I'll go get Shayla."

I hurry into the dining room, telling Ethan to go upstairs and lock his door, and to keep his phone with him and hide. He nods, lightly running up the stairs.

"Shayla," I said in a shaky breath. She shoots her head up at me in annoyance. "What the hell do you want?"

"Damien's here." At that moment, her face pales, and she grips the phone in here hand tightly.

"Where's Ethan?"

"Upstairs."

"Good." She hesitantly stands up, brushing off her shorts, before we both leave she grabs my wrist and whispers, "Remember, don't show him any fear."

I nod, as we walk back into the kitchen, to see Damien rubbing the knifes together. With is sleek blonde hair he was gorgeous, but his personality was frightening.

His bright hazel eyes burn into me as we walk in. His eyes snap to Shayla, his eyes raking her body. "Nice to see you, Shay."

"Always a pleasure," She forced a smile, making a move to cover her chest.

He bit his lip, pointing the knife at her. "So..,I came here for a reason. Where's my damn money?"

"I don't owe you any money, Damien." She sighed, avoiding Eye contact with him.

"Yes you do." He stepped back, and started to slowly walk around the table.

"No I don't." She sighs, closing her eyes as a tear escapes her eye, "Shawn said he'd take care of it, he has it, not me. Go torture him!"

"I went to Shawn! He doesn't." He sneered, stepping closer to us.

"Well what do you want me to do?!" She shouted.

"I want my money by Friday." He licks his lips again, whispering in her ear, "Or else, I'm comin' to get you." He sticks the knife into the wall, just above Shayla's head.

I whimper, covering my face as he slowly turns his head to me.

"And for you," He comes over to me, pointing his lighter at me.

I stared at him in fear as he smiles wickedly at me. "How's Ethan Doin' huh?"

I closed my eyes, tears falling from them.

"Maybe I can....pay him a visit at school ya know?" He turns on his lighter, then looks up at me, "Wouldn't he like that."

I don't say a word as he chuckles evily, stomping on his cigarette and turning to leave. But before he did, he looked at Shayla, "Friday, my money. Or else.." He points at the knife above her.

"Farewell, ladies." He smirks, slamming the front door. I flinch, and fall to the floor, crying.

"H-How are we going to pay him back $500,000 back?" I hiccuped, wiping my face.

"We...we will." Shayla nodded, putting her shaky hand on the knife, and slowly pulling it out.

"How? It's Wednesday."

"Trust me, we will."

I leaned against the wall, silently hoping we could find a successful way to pay him back by Friday.

"How do you know that?"

"I have a plan, Valeria."

"What?"

"I have a plan. But that involves calling a special someone." She said, closing the curtains and making sure to lock the windows.

"Who?"

"Did you know that Lucifer's Back in town?"

Oh, hell.