No Time For The Devil's Call (TDATT FanFiction)✔︎⚠︎︎

Chapter One

Emily Rowling: Age 18

Through the years of staying with Diana and Ray, I've learned a few things. For one, they don't go to church, and I was oddly happy about it. Two, the words of the Devil were strongly prohibited in the household, despite me constantly saying them at school.

But I knew how to hide those words.

And three, you can't always rely on your parents to save you, because they won't always be there. And I knew that all too well.

For years I believed that the reason my father did what he did was to show god he wasn't scared of something, for what reasons I ceased to know.

But that other part of me believed he was just a drunk Psycho who didn't know what he was doing until it was too late.

I still had yet to forgive him for it.

But now, standing here by Ray's grave showed me that father's aren't always there for their daughters, and it hurt. Ray was more of a father than my own biological one ever was, despite the love my real dad would constantly shower me with.

Because that love was always subsided when he got drunk.

I held my lace gloves hands together, letting a small tear fall as I watched my second father be buried after losing his battle of cancer, which he greatly fought for four years.

And next to his grave, was Diana's, who had died in a car crash the year prior.

So that left me, once again, alone in the world. I had only 9 and 10 years with the two people I had grown to love, and it hurt to know that now I had to fend for myself.

I needed a job, to pay for my car and gas and the house.

I guess it was a bad choice to chose to walk to the cemetery today. But for some reason, it was also good.

As I walked barefoot on the side of the road in the grass, my eyes caught the figure of a boy walking down the street. He looked about my age, though his hat hid his facial features.

No car paid any mind to him as he tried to catch a ride, so I guess I took this as the opportunity to help him.

"Need somewhere to stay?" I said far back from him as I continued to walk towards the boy. He turned to look at me, and I could have sworn that I had seen those puffy brown eyes before.

"Yeah. You could say that." He answered, slowly making his way towards me.

"My house is just a short walk away. Care to walk with me? I can make you some food if needed." I said with a smile, pulling my brown hair out of my face. The boy looked at my eyes, trying to determine something before his shoulders slacked back, nodding.

"Good, because the people here are assholes, and I don't think you'd want to catch a ride with them." I said as the boy chuckled.

"Then what about you? You live here so I'm sure you're one as well." He said as I sighed, shaking my head.

"I may have been raised here, but that don't make me an asshole, I assure you of that." I said with a smile as the boy nodded.

"That's good. Don't know what I would have done if you did end up being one." The boy laughed.

"Well, you might still be on the side of the road, waiting for a car that would have never picked you up." I answered. At this point, the boy had noticed my attire, a confused look on his face.

"What're you doing anyway dressed like that?" He asked as I looked down at my black dress.

"Just came back from my dads burial. Adoptive." I answered as the boy sighed, holding his bag.

"Sorry to hear that." He said as I nodded slowly.

"It's quite alright. He's most likely not in any more pain." I said with a weak and fake smile as I looked up and at my house. "We are here. Why don't you kick off your shoes when you come in?"

And so we did. While the boy kicked off his shoes and asked to sit down, I walked into the kitchen to make him lunch.

"So. I haven't gotten your name-" I said as I stopped, looking at the old raggedy Ann doll in his hands. My eyes practically fell out of my face as I set down the plate that held a sandwich.

"Oh. It's uh.. It's Arvin. Arvin-"

"Russell." I finished as the boy looked up at me, confused.

"Yeah. How'd you know that?" He asked, raising a brow as I smiled weakly, pointing at the doll.

"I gave that to you." I answered as he turned to the doll, his eyes seeming to light up as he looked at me. "I guess my question to myself was answered." I mumbled under my breath as he sat up.

"Emily?" He asked as I nodded. "Wow. I didn't think we'd ever meet again." He said as I chuckled.

"Me either. I thought you would have gotten rid of that silly doll years ago." I said as Arvin laughed, shaking his head.

"One of the greatest things to come out of that night. Brought it everywhere with me whenever I could." Arvin continued as I smiled.

"Right. I Uh.. I made you lunch." I said, picking the plate back up and handing it to him. He smiled, taking the plate as we sat back down.

"So Arvin. What have you been up to the past few years? We didn't really get the chance to truly meet other than exchange names." I asked as his eyes widened. He turned to me as he swallowed his sandwich.

"Well, not much really.. uh... I haven't been the best at explaining things, I guess. Not the best story teller either, if I'll be honest." Arvin said as I shrugged, leaning back in the couch.

"Did you find a good family?" I asked as he smiled weakly, nodding.

"Had a sister... she um. She's not here anymore."

"I'm sorry, Arvin." I said as he shrugged.

"We all die at some point. Some quicker and younger than others. What about you? Did your adoptive parents treat you well?"

"Yes. They did. I couldn't have asked for a better family to be taken into." I said with a smiled as Arvin nodded.

"I could say the same, I suppose."