The Devil's Sister

Chapter 12

I wake up in my bed, and once I realize the day, I grin.

It's my birthday. Fifteen years old. Woah, time really flies. Cool.

I realize the only reason that I'm awake at this time is because it's Monday.

I groan, and head to my bathroom. I turn the water on and then strip my clothes and when the water heats up, I step in. I take a quick shower, washing my hair in the process.

I step out of the shower and pat myself dry with my towel and dry my hair.

I walk back into my room and brush my hair and then shake my head, kind of like a dog, so my hair dries faster.

I take out my clothes and dress myself. I decided to wear my favorite pair of underwear, cheeky lace — which is honestly more like a thong — black fishnets, black ripped jeans, a black bra, and to tap into my devil side, a black crop top with flames lining the bottom and my combat boots.

Unlike before, I am more comfortable showing my body. Ever since I got my wings, I have lost a lot of weight, and flying really works out your core and back, so my stomach no longer has a "baby pouch" and abs are forming.

I check the time and see that it's six in the morning. I walk to my sisters room and open the door. I walk over to her and shake her awake.

"Mercedes, it's six," I say. "Get up."

When I see her go into the bathroom, I leave and go into Blaze's room. In the past month or so that Blaze was born, he has gotten big.

I take him downstairs and give him a bottle of formula. After he finished eating, I check the time and see that it's 6:13.

I go upstairs and into my bathroom, Blaze in my arms. I sit him on the counter of the sink, me obviously holding onto him, and burp him gently. After he burps, I pick him up again and turn on the sink water so that I can bathe him.

I walk into my room with Blaze and undress him and take his diaper off. After I clean him up, I pick him up and walk back into the bathroom and checking the water, before putting him in.

Blaze is half asleep so he doesn't fight me, which is a blessing since he usually splashes.

I hold him with one hand, and wet a washcloth with the other. After wetting the cloth, I put some baby body wash on it and then clean Blaze. I finish washing Blaze in about five minutes, but let him enjoy the water for a little bit more before taking him out.

I wrap him in a towel and lay him in the middle of my bed. I quickly grab a diaper, rash prevention cream, a onesie, pants, shirt and socks. I pat Blaze down and then put rash prevention cream on the inside of both his legs, then put on the diaper. I get on the bed and sit behind him, and lean him onto my body so I could dress him easily. I slip on his onesie and shirt, then get back to the foot of the bed. I button his onesie and then put on his pants and stand him up to get them past his butt. I slip on his socks, and pick him up before grabbing my bag and my phone.

Checking the time, I see that it's 6:55. I don't worry they much since Jason drives us to school. Us being me and Ashe. Azrael rides with his girlfriend, and everyone leaves the house at around 7:10.

I sit on the couch and spend quality time with my nephew. Mercedes comes downstairs about three minutes after I sat down, and I look over her outfit.

She's wearing black jeans and a cropped hoodie.

"Do you have a shirt on under that?" I ask. She shakes her head. "A bra?" She nods. "Okay. Remember to wear a coat."

Unlike my mother, I'm relaxed about what Mercedes wears, says and does. I believe you should learn from mistakes and should defend yourself and those you care about, so that's what I'm going to teach Mercedes and Blaze.