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

Chapter 4: Memories are jewels

        I can't see anything. I feel the pressure, though. It pushes merciesly against my chest making it hard to breathe. I get dizzy but I still flair my arms and legs trying to find something. Nothing comes into my grasp. I feel myself loosing my thoughts and I'm suddenly plunged into memories of my childhood. 

        "C'mon slow poke!" Zandar screams from above me somewhere. I'm around seven years old or so, but it was when I still had my dimples. My hair is pulled back in two pig-tails  and I'm smiling wider than I have in years. 

        Zandar had shaggy, bright red hair, dimples and pale purple eyes like my mother and myself. He's about fourteen our so. His last year of life. He looks down at me like I'm some funny punny who can't do the tricks. I stomp my foot. 

        

        "I can't!" I protest, shaking my head. "I can't!"

        Zandar flies down next to me. He was always tall for his age, so he was like a gaint next to me. "Yes you can." He says with complete comfidence. Soon Namn is behind us. He was always tall, too. His violet eyes look too big for his face, with his high cheekbones and skinny figure. Namn smiles at me, and gives me alittle push.

        "I did it, Julie." Namn argues, crossing his arms. Days later, he would be banished. 

        "Yeah, but you ALWAYS get things." I snap back, getting more frustrated. "I'm always late." 

        Zandar shrugs and comes down to my level. He wears his cheeky grin well. "So you're a late bloomer. Flowers have late bloomers, too." 

        I lighten up a little. I loved flowers when I was little. "They do?" I ask, a little suspicious like ever seven year old is of something new.

        "Yeah." Zandar promises. "And do you know what late bloomers get?" 

        "What?" I ask, now completely interested. "What do they get?"

        Zandar taps my nose playfully. "They get to be the prettiest flowers because they waited and surprised everyone with their beauty." 

Another memory shoots in my brain.        

        This one is when I was aleast four, maybe five. Maxine is there in her little pink flower dress looking out my bedroom window. I am drawing what I think was suppose to be a flower but it looks more like a dog. I turn around to face Maxine.

        "It's soooo pretty!" she gushes.

        "I know." I hide the smug grin on my face. Too much like Zandar. But not saying anything would be completely Namn. 

        Screaming erupts from somewhere in the house. I jump up and look at Maxine, wide eyed. She yells for the sake of it, and we take off to where we think the sound is. Finally we get to the widow's peak. It's raining and you couldn't see the sun even if you tried. Zandar was there by the other door, wet from head to toe. When he saw me, he ran over and pulled Maxine and myself into a hug. 

        "What's going on?" I scream in his arm, but it sounds muffled. I'm scared now; I'm shaking. Maxine is full out sobbing. 

        

        "Shhhh." Is all Zandar says, but I know something's up. Namn appears and screams. Zandar wips his head around to see him, gets up and runs to him. 

        I see what he is screaming at. Daddy is hitting Mama. And hurting her. She is bleeding out of her forehead. Maxine runs downstairs and probably home. I stand, shell shocked tears running down my face. Zandar grabs my arm and pulls me in. Namn is holding his hand, looking murderous. I, however, pull myself into him a bawl. 

        Daddy sees us, and smiles his angelic smile. "Mama's been bad." I explains. I look at Mama.

        "NO!" she screams at him, the nturns to us. "Don't listen to him, sweeties. Please! He's a monster. Mama won't let him hurt you. Mama will always be watching, okey?!" 

        "Mom!" Zandar cries, leaving us both and running towards her. Daddy picks him up with one hand and trhows him against the wall. I scream. Now I realize that was unhuman, unangelic strenght. Namn runs to Zandar but I run to Mama. I grab unto her.

        She hugs me. "You're brave Julie. You're special. Remember that, honey." She whispers. 

        Then she dissapears in my grasp.