Wish Upon A Demon
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CHAPTER - ELEVEN

My mother was beautiful.

Even when my father had caught her off guard and clicked her pictures she looked breathtaking. I didn’t remember my mother very well. Sometimes, I would have dreams of when I was little and even then, her face was blurry. These pictures were the only way I knew how my mother looked. I’d lost my mother and my grandparents due to an accident on a highway. I remembered her hands smoothening my hair and putting me to sleep before she left with my grandparents that night.

She didn’t tell my father why she was going. And the next morning, he got a call where he found out that my mother had died. That was the time my father completely shut himself out. The man who would play with me on weekends began spending weekends in his office and most of the time, away from me. I traced the letters on the album.

“Matilda Martin,” I whispered, smiling at the picture of her and my dad, probably when they were in college. They were smiling brightly on what looked like a summer morning. Hands clasped and eyes twinkling, they looked perfect for each other. There was little, naked, baby picture of mine on the side and I let out a laugh. “Cute.” I gloved finger tapped on my picture. I shut the album and got up. “Oh, you.” I sat back. “Yeah, me.” I saw demon boy sitting next to me, legs crossed over one another. He turned towards me.

I licked my dry lips and turned away from him. “Why are you here?” I asked, without giving him a glance, pretending to be staring at the cover of the album. It was a pretty pink, my mother’s favorite colors according to my dad. Today morning, after I was done with my homework, I found myself in the storage room, searching for the waffle maker, when I had knocked over an entire box of little albums. And this pretty pink album was the last of them. I spent the entire morning going through pictures of my mother and father and even a few pictures of little Faye.

“I was bored.” Says the demon, bringing me out of my thoughts. As he said that, I wondered why he hadn’t shown up in a few days. For a person – a demon that was hell-bent on following me, he sure had cut off ties for the last few days. Not that I wasn’t happy about it, though. I could swing my legs around in bed in whatever direction I liked. I went to school and attended all classes without being disturbed or kicked out. I also snapped a really good picture of mine without a certain demon posing at the back.

Bottom line, I was fine with him not being there.

“Why, Faye, did you miss me?” Demon boy asked, and I wondered how he would look while he was smirking. At his question, I made a noise between a sputter and embarrassment before speaking, “Miss you? Hell to the no,” I shook my head.“Why not?” The demon’s face came close to mine, sending me backward. I looked into his very, very, pretty hazel eyes. Looking at them made me want to see how he looked without a mask. And based on his attitude and his cockiness, I tried to imagine how he would look; yet, none of them fit him.

“G-Get away from me,” I pushed his chest, sitting upright.

I was sure there was a tinge of red on my cheeks, judging by the way he was looking at me. But I didn’t want it to be there. I didn’t want to show any signs to him, which would make him, think I started to like his presence. “Faye, do you like my presence?” There it was. I bit my bottom lip. I didn’t want to answer him. I was afraid that if I did answer that question in a lie, the blush on my cheek would give it off, and if I told the truth, I would be teased until death.

Problem was, I didn’t know which to choose or what to say.

“If you don’t answer, I’ll come really close and...” He came close to me sending us back to the position we were a few minutes ago, “Yes!” I blurted out, clutching the album to my chest. I knew my cheeks were full on rosy pink now. He didn’t say anything and I appreciated it. For a second there, my lack of being able to lift up my eyes due to embarrassment made me think he was gone due to the silence. But I took that back, when he spoke, hand going around my shoulder.

“Aw, does little Faye have a crush on me?”

Suddenly, I felt like the silence wasn’t so bad anymore. I shrugged his hand off my shoulder, “S-Shut up. I-It’s nothing like that!” I said. “A-And you can’t blame me.” I continued, swallowing before resuming, “All other girls have boyfriends, and I - I have a demon!” I justified and got up. “It’s not my fault.” I stormed off to my room, ignoring his deep laugh. Embarrassed would be an understatement to how I was feeling right now. I was feeling a mix of emotions. I sat on my bed, biting my lower lip. At this rate, I would rip the skin off of there one of these days.

“No,” I said, frowning, dropping on my back on the bed. “No, no, no.” I kept saying, hands on my belly. And for a while there, I laid on my back, looking at my plain ceiling, trying to calm myself down. My phone buzzed next to me. “Why is he calling?” I asked out loud, once I sat up and looked at the caller ID. I picked up on the fourth ring. “Hi, Faye.” I heard Michael breath out. “Hello, Michael,” I said. It wasn’t like I had a nickname for him, nor were we going out since I didn’t particularly favor the previous two dates we had been on.

I saw the demon step into the room and ignored him. “Can you meet me at the park at eight?” I was about to say ‘no’ since it was a school night and I didn’t like going anywhere on school nights when demon boy snatched my phone off my hands. “No, Faye can’t meet you because she has a boyfriend.” He said when I snatched the phone back from him. “You – You have a boyfriend?” I heard Michael question me. “No, it’s not like –” The phone was taken away from my hands once more by the demon.

“It’s exactly like that.” Said demon boy into the phone before pressing the ‘END CALL’ button. “You should stop talking to that boy.” The demon said as I got up from the bed. “Why, because unlike how I feel about you, I actually like him?” I asked, setting my tilted pillow, straight. “No, because you have a crush on me and that’s going to stay for a long time.” I gritted my teeth.

“Whatever, why do you hate him so much anyway?” I asked. “I just told you.” The demon says, tilting the pillow I kept straight and laying on it. “Give me a reason other than the obvious lie you just told,” I say, cocking an eyebrow. I could imagine him smirking at being caught. “Because one day, you’ll not favor him any less than I do and that’s almost none,” Demon says, raising up, fixing his leather jacket, and making a move with his hand that has the balcony doors opening.

Cool.

“Why would I hate him?” I ask, stepping closer to him as he walks outside, to the balcony. “That is something you’ll find out soon.” And then right before my eyes, he disappeared in a flash, making me question if he was ever there. What was it that made me worth demon boy’s time? Why was he so hell-bent on monitoring my actions and controlling me? I knew that even if I asked these questions, I wouldn’t receive an answer and even if I did, it would be the same answer as all the other times before.

You’ll find out soon.

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