Drowning (1st book)

5. My family is blind

As soon as I get home, I check my room. Sure enough, there is an Asher shaped dent in my bed.

I clean up the salt that's around my bed. It's tremendously grainy and hard to collect.

He's going to kill me. He's going to freaking murder me. Hell hath no fury like a killer demon from Hell.

I change into my favorite unicorn pajamas, just to be comfy while doing homework.

"Rose!" My mom screams to me from downstairs.

"You don't need to scream!" I yell back.

"Come downstairs, I want you to meet someone."

I sigh and push myself off my bed. It's probably a work friend. She always has work friends come over.

I trudge down our old, creaky stairs.

"Rose!"

"I'm coming!" This is weird. My mom never is this crazy over me meeting a work friend.

I turn to the front room if my house and gasp.

It's Asher freaking Dorian!

"How do you know him?" I demand.

Her smile begins to fade.

"I-I don't know, he just showed up...what are you doing in my house?" she questions a smug Asher.

He snaps his fingers and my mom's face goes slack and then she smiles.

"Oh! Rose! You have to meet Asher! He's such a delightful young man. He may even be a potential boyfriend because I know how hard it has been for you to find a-" I cut her off.

"That's great mom. I just need to talk to my potential boyfriend in the kitchen!" I snap. I grab Asher's hand and drag him into the kitchen.

"I love those pajamas, they kind of turn me on. I just love unicorns," he smirks like a teenage boy watching porn.

He pulls out a cigarette pack and takes out a smoke.

That's gross. I don't want secondhand smoke!

Asher rolls his like he can read my mind.

He lights it and then takes a drag.

My mom's gonna smell this, and that won't be good.

Asher smirks.

"You smoke?" I ask.

He looks at me like I'm absolutely clueless.

"Yeah," he says with dead calm.

I suddenly remember why I'm pissed again.

I grab the cigarreeette out of his hand and run it to the sink. I run the water over it and quickly toss it in the trash can.

He doesn't flinch, but he does looks at his cigarette like he's lost his only love.

"You have the strength of a two year old girl," he growls.

"You ass! How could you do that to my mother!" I exclaim.

He rolls his eyes at me like what I think is insignificant.

"It was very easy, I just put a temporary memory perception block in her head to make her think-" I cut him off by throwing my fist back to punch him.

He grabs my fist.

"You really shouldn't have done that," he says in a matter of fact way.

He throws my body against the wall behind me. A sharp pain slices into my waist. I make a groaning noise.

"Rose, I cannot wait until I kill you."

He pushes his hands to the sides of the wall where my body is.

He's going to kiss me. Maybe, just maybe. I look at his lips.

He lets out an annoyed chuckle.

Okay, I guess not.

I can't help the wave of sadness that sweeps over my gut.

Stop it! You can't fall for that! Talk about low expectations Rose!

"I cannot wait to watch the spark of human life fade from your eyes!" he sputters.

Why doesn't he just do it?

He shrugs his shoulders.

"I'm waiting for orders. You know, from the big guy, Satan," he says.

What?

"How did you know what I was going to say?" I ask with slight embarrassment.

He taps his temple with his index finger.

"Perks of being a demon, I can read your thoughts," he says as his eyes widen.

Oh crap! The library! And every other perverted thought that popped into my dirty little head!

"That means I heard that comment you said about me being- what was it? Sexy?" He winks at me.

Oh shit, what do I say?

"Screw you!" I shout in his face.

He smirks.

Oh shit.

"Everyone wants to, sweetheart," he says leaning closer to my ear.

I spit in his face.

He wipes it off and smears it back on my face. He looks seriously pissed.

"I've had enough of you! Screw Satan!" Asher screams and suddenly grabs my throat and lifts me off the ground.

He adds pressure to his grip, and I can't breathe.

"You're- you're hurting me!" I choke out.

His lips curl into a vicious smile.

"Please Rose, I've been to Hell and back and it was wonderful, so you can take this!"

Black spots dance in my vision and my body screams for air.

Please let go of me!

All of the sudden, Asher's eyes look gentle and he abruptly drops me on the floor.

I gasp for breath and touch the newly formed bruises on my neck.

What has he done?

He looks at his hands with disgust and backs away from me.

"She's not her," he faintly whispers, "she's not her."

I gasp. Who's the her he's talking about?

He moves away from me. His hands are shaking.

He slowly looks up at me. His eyes are a storm of confusion, fear, and remorse.

"I- I shouldn't have come," he says and turns away from me.

I recoil from his presence in terrore and shrink back into the corner. I put my head in my hands and close my eyes.

I look up again to see he's disappeared.

He's going to kill me.