Devil's Angels: The Satan's Son (Book 1)

Chapter 3: Falling for the thrill of it (part 2)

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        The daggar sank satisfyingly into father's left shoulder. He yelped in pain and grabbed the daggar. Many girls screamed, boy cried out. But Maxine stayed quiet as a mouse, looking down at the floor. Tears began to fill out her eyes and she hastily wiped them away. 

        Me. I think. She's crying for me. For what I've just done. My aim was clearly wrong and I have no other weapon to finish him off. My attemp was in vain. Before I can sneak back to my seat, father spots me and his eyes turn as sharp as the daggar in him. I should pretend to be sorry, I should run over to fake help him. But in this moment, I pour out all my feelings into my death glare. I stand, as tall as I can at 5'1, my hands together behind my back like a child and glare. Father looks like he's about to murder me, but when he turns back to the class, his face is of full sorrow. I understand too late what he is doing. 

       When people realize it's me, many point and shout awful things at me. I bow my head. Even after all these years, whenever someone insults me, I can't take it. My flaw. I know people say that you shouldn't care, but it's really hard. At least, for me it is.

        Maxine gets up slowly, and walks towards my father and I. My spirits lighten just a bit. She has changed her mind! But no, she walks up to my father to help him. I feel broken watching my best friend help my monster inkeeper. I feel betrayed. I want to cry, to pretend this mess is just a dream, but it feels way too real. Plus, the tears wouldn't come. I was too empty now for even that. 

        When the two largest boys in the school make their way towards me, I back up against the wall, close my eyes and wait for the punch. But it never comes. Slowly I open my eyes. Father is infront of me. He's explaining something.

        "You MUST understand. I'm terribly sorry for my daughter's behavior. See, ever since her mother went mad, along with her twin brother and her older brother killed, she's been a bit off her rocker."

        A feeling simillar to freezing fills me up like a pot. He's playing the card that I am crazy. That I am a loon. I'm too shocked to protest. Is he trying to protect me? NO, I yell at myself. He's just waiting to kill me where he can't get caught. 

        He ushers me out of the classroom. I glance back and take one last look at what was my best friend, for I know I will never come back. Maxine is crying, her tears spilling out of her violet eyes and onto her face. She looks just as shocked as I am on my father's actions. Then he shuts the door. 

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        When we get into the house, he throws me against the nearest wall. I cry out in pain. He grabs me by my hair and drags me down the hall, my entire body like a doll's. I want to do something, so I bite his hand. He screams and lets go. I get to my feet and sprint down the hallway. (I have no time to pull out my wings.) I hear him chasing after me, but I am fast. I twist down the different hallways of this broken down mansion. I know I'm going to die, but I want to atleast see one thing before. 

        I make my way up to the widow's walk at the top of our mansion. It is dirty, with leaves everywhere and bird's nests perched on the wood beams holding up the small deck off father's room. This is where my mother and twin, Namn were banned, and Zander, my older brother murdered. If I am to die, I want to die here too. The wind whips my face and pulls the loose ponytail I made earlier today out. My hair is over my face now, and I brush it away and stare at the doorway. 

        Suddenly, my father flies behind me and forcefully pushes me to the ground. I gasp and swist my ankle. I cry out in pain and scoot as far away as I can. Father towers over me, like the twin towers did to everyother building. I take my last full breath. 

        It's finally over. I think. 

        "Why?" I squeak out, before I can stop it escaping me.

        I looks confussed for a moment. "Why what?" He demands. His eyes almost look.....red. I back away until my back hits the wall. His eyes are red. 

        "Why did you ruin my family?" I ask, before I loose the nerve. Adrenalin flows through me as fast as any river. 

        Father laughs, and it's happy and light. Not what you would expect. Yet, it makes me cold all over. "Because you were ruining everything!"

        "What?"

        "You, your brothers and your stupid mother thought you could stop me. But if you haven't noticed," He leaned in close to my face. "I'm not one of you." For a second, his face looked different, but it was gone just like that. I suck in my breath. 

        "Not like me?" I wimper.

        "That's enough!" He yells. He pulls out a sword I never noticed until now and puts it in a stabbing position above my head. I feel smaller than I ever had before. I thought I wouldn't care if I died, but something grows inside of me. Guilt. Guilt that I didn't kill him. Guilt that people will have to live with him after I'm gone. Guilt about not avenging my family. 

        Something catches my attention out of the courner of my eye. A spark of pure white fires out of what looks like a broken metal box. It's open. As quick as I can, I run (well, hobbled with my ankle)  to the box and, for some strange instinct, dive in. 

        I fall into nothingness. Black nothingness.