Wish Upon A Demon

10.

CHAPTER - TEN

I screamed.

My scream was shrill. The type you would hear in horror movies. It was enough to wake the neighbors and even give some of the kids in the neighborhood nightmares. A hand clasped over my mouth, cutting off my voice. “Damn it, it’s me. It’s me.” The demon rushed out in frenzy. My heart that had begun to beat real fast, calmed down and I sighed, shoulders sagging. The gloved hand was removed from my mouth, and I hear a curse and sigh from behind me.

Looking at the demon now, made me think of the other day on the terrace when he had pulled me against him. Being in his arms was just so warm, and cozy, and it felt so…right. My mind had kept telling me that this wasn’t a paranormal romance movie, but yet, I didn’t want to move. I knew what I felt wasn’t right, but I couldn’t help it either. For all I know, this demon could know a lot about my life that even I didn’t know, and that could be the reason why he followed me around. Not because he was in love with me or something along the lines of that. I still remembered the way that I saw the prominent blush on my cheek even after I had reached home. It couldn’t be helped though; I was a stupid virgin who blushed at stupid things, done by stupid boys – demons.So, as I turned around and gazed into those captivating, hazel eyes of demon boy, my feelings hit me with full force. Why did I even like him? When did I ever start liking him? Questions buzzed through my head, making me question my sanity.

I broke eye contact and all but ran into the house, locking the door as fast as I could. Leaning against it, I let out the breath I had been holding in. For a second there, it felt like I had forgotten anything, and the only thing I could see were those damn, hazel eyes.

Those damn, captivating, hazel eyes.

No, no, no! I chanted. I didn’t want to be hooked onto a demon. Demon boys weren’t my type, especially not the ones who granted wishes and teleported. Not your type, Faye. Not your type “Who’s not your type?” Shrieking, I lifted my eyes. Totally forgot that he always went through my mind. I had to stop thinking off anything related to him, or his eyes, or that day on the terrace or anything related to him. “Cause I’ll tell you who’s not your type. It’s that Kingston boy.” Demon boy said, plopping himself on the couch. I frowned. “That’s not your choice to make,” I say, dropping my bag on the couch.

“Why not? All choices related to my pet need to have my confirmation first.” He says.

“Not really,” I correct him, taking my phone out after I hear the little sound of a text.

Did you reach home safe? – Michael

I did. Thank you for the dinner. – Faye

I sent the small response to his text with a quick tap of my fingers and then put the phone back in my pocket. “Why are you so curious about my life anyway?” I asked, crossing my arms. “You’ll get to know, soon.” Demon boy says, adding on to my curiosity of why he had even shown up on my balcony that night. “You say ‘soon’ but when exactly is this ‘soon’?” I asked, tying my hair up with the help of a spare band in my jean pocket.

“Soon.” He says.

I gave up after that.

The knob of the front door rattles vigorously, before the front door opens and bangs against the wall. A man enters inside, and by the looks of it, he’s clearly enjoying the make-out session with the blonde, not sensing my presence. It takes me a moment to realize that the man in the living room, who has his lips all over the blonde, is my dad. Way to go, dad. Score! I cross my arm, and stay quiet, waiting for them to notice my presence. When after two minutes, they don’t, I throw my hands in the air.

“Oh, for the love of God,” I say, loud enough for them to break apart of their tongue battle and stare at me. It was disgusting, awkward, and hilarious watching as my dad develops a tinge of pink on his cheek once he realized that his daughter had just viewed what had happened a few minutes ago.

I turn my eyes to the woman.

She’s a blonde, fairly tall, and is dressed in a tight little dress that brings out her eyes and assets. And one more thing, she looks ten years younger than my dad. I watch as blonde knots her fingers and give me a forced smile, still embarrassed. Suddenly, I watch her eyes widen at something behind me, and I turn to see nothing but a tinge of black before that fades. The demon had just left. I knew demon boy wasn’t viewable to human eyes. Then what was she looking at?

I kept glaring at the blonde with suspicious eyes when my dad interrupted us.

“Cherry, this is my daughter, Faye, and Faye, this is Cherry.” He introduced us, and then added, “My girlfriend.” He added. Girlfriend? I was happy for my dad, but at the same time, I felt suspicious of the blonde in my living room, whose name resembled a fruit – Cherry.

I extended my hand out, “Hi...Cherry.” I said, forcing a smile. She looked at my hand, and then gave out a real smile, clasping my hand in hers, “Hi, Faye.” She said, swallowing. “So, I’m going to go to my room.” I drawled out, after several moments of awkward silence and shifting. I hoped they didn’t do anything. It would become difficult to sit on my couch or anywhere in the living room, without thinking of what my dad and his new young girlfriend had done.

I shut the door to my room.