Demon Hunter

Chapter 14-Friendship

I threw the paper away from me as fast as I could. But nothing happened. Huh? I quickly grabbed it from the ground and turned it around.

P.S the self-destruct thing was a joke. Don't bother going to the police, baby. And oh yeah, I was serious when I meant the clock is ticking, come before 6 am, this Saturday or prepare for pain - Berry.

GRR, this wannabee makes my blood boil.  Great, they have my father and literally gave me two choices: come willingly to them or have bad things happen to me and end up in their grasps. I choose neither. If I don't go, they'll kill my father and then I'll have blood on my hands...you know what? Who cares if he dies. It's not like anyone's going to miss him. I sure as hell won't.

I rang my cellphone and luckily, Elliot picked up right away.

"You alright Rave?" I could hear the worry in his voice. He's a buffoon if he thinks I can't take care of myself.

"I'm fine, listen I need you to pick me up now that the weather's fine," I told him firmly, "I'm sleeping at yours tonight."

"Of course. It's pretty late but I'm glad to be leaving this party, too many fake superficial freaks monkeying around. Where are you?"

"I'm at the hospital, you know the major one in our city. I went to confront...him." In the morning, I'll worry about those sick kidnappers as well as my car which is totes busted. And sitting on the side of a random road. Yep, it's probably gonna get towed. 

"I'm on my way."

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I reported to the nurses about "my half genetic giver" being missing and then walked on over to Elliot. He was leaning against the car, putting a hand through his messy hair. 

"I didn't want to ask you over the phone but how did confronting your father go?"

Shit, what do I tell him? Some looneys broke into this place and stole him?

"Umm...I'll tell you everything at your place," I sighed, just wanting a bed to envelope me.

"Understandable," Elliot nodded as we both took our seats. He drove mostly in silence. While I studied him, I could see he was boyishly handsome, friendly and reserved. He looked like the type of guy you'd find in Farmer's Critic, a magazine talking about products of a farm and rating them on their freshness. Usually, a farm boy would be on the front cover of it. Elliot looked very much like a farm boy. I mean he had hay in his hair---

"Why's there hay in your hair?" I blurted.

"Well, gosh, before I was about to leave some dumb witch by the name of Stella dumped hay on my hair, telling me to go to animal hell where people can pig out on my corpse while I'm in eternal pain," Elliot winced as if he was re-living that moment.

"I'm sorry you had to deal with a jerk like that," I consoled. "She needs someone to teach her manners."

"It's fine, no point teaching her to be good. She'll be forced to become good when karma takes a bite out of her," Elliot smiled, then frowned. "By the way, you brought clothes you're gonna sleep in right?"

"Yep," I lied.

I'll just sleep in my current rained on (although, now a bit dry) clothes. But, I can't leave in the morning back to my house, that's where Dad and the dweeb duo is. However, living with Elliot is out of the question because I don't have any of my stuff with me.

"Awesome, I was worried for a sec," Elliot laughed. "Because, there's no way you're sleeping in my clothes."

"And why not?" I questioned.