Demons Lie

Chapter 3

  I bolted out of my room and down the stairs. Nobody messes with my things! Especially not Pansy! Now that I think about it, I don’t really know what I would have done if Gerard hadn’t been right behind me. I’d have gotten beaten to a pulp.

  “YOU. ASSHOLE!” I shouted as I crashed through the door to the basement. My dad sat there in the dim light, drinking a beer and watching something on T.V. Empty beer cans littered the floor, the room smelled of stale food. My dad was drunk, like usual. He had thinning brown hair and blood shot, brown eyes. He was plump and short.

  “What’d you say to me, boy?” he shot up out of his chair in the corner and stumbled to us. His crazy eyes stared into my head. “Where’ve you been? Who’s this? Your boyfriend?” he laughed a blood curdling laugh. That was the laugh he would use before he struck. “You worthless piece of shit! It’s your fault that your mother’s in the hospital!”

  He raised his fist to hit me. I shut my eyes and waited for the blow to hit me, but it never did. I opened one eyes to see Gerard standing in front of me, holding my dad by the neck.

  “Don’t touch him.” Gerard growled. “I’ve already put a kid in the hospital for trying to hurt him. I don’t want to do that again, clear?” he released my dad and sent him a death glare. Gerard spat in his face and stomped back over to me.

  “Wow, if I didn’t know better, I’d say you cared about me.” I smirked. I don’t know where the sudden urge to know came from, but I felt like I needed to. I felt like if I said it indirectly, I’d learn the truth, like he did with people.

  “I care about the condition of the soul I bought,” He said “that’s all.” Gerard walked out of the basement. I took this chance to flip my father off, and then followed after him. Even though he was a demon, and a major fuck face, I was still oddly compelled to be around him. I wanted to be his friend. Or maybe his weird demon magic was warping my brain. Normally, if he were human, I’d steer clear of him.  Yeah, it must be the demon magic.

  “Can you help me clean up my room?” I asked. Gerard nodded and held the door open for me.

  We spent about an hour cleaning the mess my father had created. It would have taken longer if Gerard’s super speed hadn’t impacted the timing. When we were finished, I plopped down on my bed and grabbed my CD player remote. I had my Misfits album in there at the moment. I thought Gerard would appreciate it.

  Until ten o’clock, we sat there, listened to music, and came up with what I thought was a plan. I didn’t really help much of the planning; everything Gerard came up with made me feel inferior. I never did come to understand who he could be so perfect, and still feel like less than adequate.

  Yeah, you heard me. Gerard didn’t think that he was anything to celebrate. He thought that the only reason that he had anything going for him was because of his demonic power. That might have been true, to some degree, but I just could not accept the fact that he thought he wasn’t special. I didn’t know him before he was a demon. That was over 200 years ago. I did know one thing; he was much more than most people. Not necessarily just his powers, but his personality. He was an ass, but he could feel things, unlike most people I knew.

  The walk to school on Monday morning was a cold one. Gerard and I had spent all weekend avoiding my dad and plotting. It almost felt like we were friends, but of course, that went to waste too.

  I got up way too early this morning just to make breakfast. I honestly thought I owed him something, because he’d done so much for me in two days alone. He technically saved my mother from death, and me from being beaten twice. The least I could do was make him pancakes!

  When he finally woke up, he was in a bad mood. His anger played out on his face when he saw the pancakes. I don’t know why he freaked out, but the next thing I knew, he was yelling about how he didn’t need to be babied. I wasn’t fucking babying him! I was being nice!

  “You’re a prick, you know! All I am trying to do is be nice to the person who has done a lot for me! Can you take a fucking break from all of the demon shit for half a second and recognize when someone is trying to be friendly?” I shouted, slamming a plate on the ground.

  His eyes widened in fury and turned black. “You think I helped you because I wanted to? You’re wrong! It’s my job, Frank! I was summoned! If a deal is made, I have to help! God, how ignorant are you?” he hissed “I couldn’t care less about you! I just want your soul. We’re not friends and we never will be! Get over your deluded dreams and face reality!”   

  His words were laced with venom, and it was all directed towards me. That wasn’t true. It couldn’t be. No, he must care, at least a little, I thought. Demons lie, Dean’s words echoed in my head. I could never fully trust Gerard because his kind had a problem with telling the truth. He was just as manipulative as the rest of the demons in the world.

  I wanted him to be lying when he said that to me. I wanted him to actually give a shit about me. Why couldn’t he just say we were friends?

  “Whatever. You’re horrible, Gerard!” I shouted at him. I felt like I was on the brink of tears. No, I wasn’t going to cry over this. I wasn’t going to give him that satisfaction.

  “FYI I’m a demon, we’re not exactly pleasant!” he shouted right back at me. Even the supernatural was cruel. There really wasn’t a single kind soul on this planet, was there? No, because everyone is the same. Every single person, demon, animal, anything, had a bad side and they for some reason always projected it at me.

  I stared at Gerard and waited for him to speak, but he never did. He glared those cold, black eyes at me and stomped up to my room. What the hell was his problem? He didn’t need to do that to me, especially since he knows that it is exactly what everyone else had done.

  “Let’s go, Frank.” He said coldly as he stomped out of my room and down the stairs. “We’ll be late.”

  “Whatever.” I grabbed my bag from the barstool and followed him out the door. Every step I took made my feet ache. I didn’t live far from my school, but walking there was always hell, even without an asshole demon walking swiftly behind me. As we came closer to the giant brick building, I noticed Bert and his group hanging out on the corner. Oh, shit, was all I thought.