Prince of Darkness

Chapter 4: Plotting

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Chapter 4: Plotting

When I turned up at Adam’s house I was still filled with fear about the Daman being the Devil’s son and my finding him hot scenario.

So I am completely justified when I say I was wholly thrown off balance by the arrival of Eve’s sister and her family.

“Honey!” Eve always fakes the fact that we’re one big happy family in front of friends, family and anyone in public. “You’re home!”

She bustled up to me, and pecked my cheek before I could manage to escape from her.

I scowled at her, and used my shoulder as a kind of battering ram to make her move aside.

I managed to make it to the kitchen before the onslaught began again.

“Abele, sweetheart! Alexandra, Alexander and Abraham are here! Why don’t you come and say hello?” Then in a much quieter voice Eve added, “Come and be sociable NOW.”

I rolled my eyes at her sham of an act.

The whole of Eve’s family had this weird thing going on with their names. I mean, Alexander and Alexandra? Oh, and Abraham? All A’s.

“Fine,” I murmured though, just to get her off my back. “I’ll just go and dump my stuff first.”

“No, you’ll put your bag here on the table and go and greet our guests.”

I set down my rucksack on the kitchen table and frowned but made my way to the living room.

I rounded the corner, and came to a complete stop.

I hadn’t seen Alexander and his family since I had been nearly sixteen because I had always had something happening to me after that like being too ill to travel to theirs or having to stay at the library after school when they came to ours to do extra work on my homework. And the thing was that most of the time I hadn’t even been lying about it, I really had been ill or needed to spend more time on my homework.

Anyway I was now seventeen (less than half a year now left until I can leave this hell hole of a place) and people can change a lot in a year and a half. Well, kids anyway. Alexandra looked pretty much the same, still like her sister: squat, round and pig-like, may be her hair was more phony because of extra dying – trying to cover up grey hairs – and a few more wrinkles but otherwise the same. Alexander was the same, minus the dyed hair, his was graying naturally. He was wearing glasses now, and was so stick thin next to his wife that it was almost comical, but otherwise, the same.

Abraham on the other hand, well, he had…he had become handsome. Not as dizzyingly bad-boy scorching hot as Daman. But he was good-looking all the same.

Abraham had always been a nerdy brace-face four-eyes kid when we were younger, but now the braces had gone, and his teeth were straight, the glasses had seemed to jump from his face to his father’s and his body had lost its puppy fat.

Okay, he didn’t have a six pack or massive muscles, or super blindingly white teeth, or anything but it was a major improvement.

I averted my gaze at the last moment before it became too obvious I was liking Abraham’s new – and improved - look (unfortunately he doesn’t seem to have changed his name).