The Devil's Disguise

Chapter 1

If I have learned anything in my measly sixteen years of life, it would be that love isn't real. No matter how much you believe or how much you pray, 'love' will never come to you. It's just a thought people revolve their life around. It didn't matter if you wanted to be beloved or wanted to avoid love at all costs, every single living human being on this disgusting earth has love in the center of their metaphorical universe, whether you are some sleazy jock that lived by the 'no love, no strings' rule or some love sick fangirl praying to the midnight stars to be that lucky girl that got to marry the 'it guy'.

I was also someone who revolved the simple word, love, around her miserable life, but when the 'love of my life' cheated on me with my ex-bestfriend, reality came crashing down on me in a inclement and unmerciful storm, wiping clean of all my childish hopes and dreams. I now see life in a new light, seeing that this world holds lies and secrets that brew under the surface of everyone's peripheral vision. That this world holds demons in angel costumes.

And one of them is named Xander Carter.

Life for me was pretty simple, I had good grades, a pleasant home, a respectable family, but for some reason this wasn't enough for me; I hungered for something more, something new.

Many people didn't know that when my father was in his younger years, he had a fling with a priest's daughter. They were so stuck in their own little world, that when he knocked up the priest's porcelain trophy, she didn't know what to do. She became frantic and confessed to her father, who wasn't pleased one bit. He forced her to never see my father again and as soon as the child was born she would have to give it up for adoption. My father was furious, saying that it was outrageous to interfere with love, but the priest didn't budge one bit. Luckily, when I was born my father was able to take full custody of me, and I didn't have to go live with some unknown family.

My father from then on wanted the perfect life for me, giving me anything and everything at the wave of a hand. He married a woman and had a child with her, giving me a half sister and the life my father wanted me to live. When we're alone, he'll sometimes talk about my mom to me, saying we had the same colored eyes or we both liked peanut butter way too much for our own good. I know he still feels so dearly for her and if he could he would drop this whole facade if it meant he could hold the one he revolved his life around for at least one last time. Maybe that's why my step-mother and father always seem to be in some petty fight; and maybe that's why I wanted something new. I wanted love.