Wish Upon A Demon

13.

CHAPTER - THIRTEEN

“You have a habit of talking to yourself, don’t you?”

Cherry stood in front of me, her silky blonde hair – which I was very jealous of – tied in a bun. She wore skinny jeans and a tight tank top that clung to her body, somehow making her look more appealing. “What makes you think that?” I question. “While I was walking to your room, you were talking quite loud and when I entered, there was no one there, so I thought...” She trails off. “I don’t have a habit of talking to myself.” I clarify.

“Fredrick mentioned that you had...problems when you were a little child.” Cherry gives me a smile, a comforting one. “I did.” I don’t say anything further. “Are they gone now?” She pries. “Yeah.” My response is once more, short and curt. However, after she mentioned the hallucinations, my mind drifted to that little bottle of pills I was supposed to take which I had emptied into the dustbin. I also, missed my appointment several times but looks like my psychologist gave up hope on me since he never called.

Although, now I knew that the demon that had been following me wasn’t a hallucination. He was real, very real, and he was following me for a specific reason that I had yet to find out. She didn’t question further.

“So if demons exist, does it mean that werewolves and vampires do as well?”

I asked the demon looking up from the math presentation I was completing. This presentation was an individual project that had to be submitted tomorrow, and yet, I was here, playing twenty questions with a demon. “Very much,” He says, hazel eyes directed at me. “However, we don’t really remain in contact with them.” He continues. “We?” I ask. “My kingdom,” Demon boy suddenly goes quiet, not saying anything more.

“So, what are you, like a demon prince?” I ask out loud. His silence is the answer. “You are, you are, aren’t you?” I say, surprised. I was quite surprised. Out of all the demon positions I had expected him to be in, I didn’t expect him to be a future demon king. “That’s none of your business,” He says, shutting me off. “Whatever,” I mutter, rolling my eyes and getting back to the presentation. “Faye, what if you got to know you are a princess?” Demon boy’s voice once again makes me turn away from my presentation.

“I would think that someone is playing a prank on me.” I clarify, licking my dry lips, and turning back to the presentation. Demon boy doesn’t say anything further, and I don’t speak either. Although, it does make me silently question several times why he would ask me something like that out of nowhere. When I look back from the book I was engrossed in, Demon boy is where I usually find him, relaxing on my bed. I couldn’t blame him though, my comforter was soft as silky and the mattress was bouncy as hell.

“Why do you ask?” I break the heavy silence.

“Hmm, I don’t know...” Comes demon boy’s response, which I cannot lie, I did expect. I knew the demon boy would never say anything more than needed. In rare cases, even if anything slipped from his mouth, he wouldn’t elaborate. It would just leave me curious and with the need to strangle him. So, I was better off not questioning him.

“Dad, a question.”

My dad nodded in response as we made dinner. Today’s special was white cheese chicken lasagna. Once we had set it to bake, I questioned Fredrick Martin, “How did you meet Cherry?” My father smiles a little at my question. “She’s my PA.” He says, cleaning the plates for dinner. Ah, no wonder. It was always the personal assistants and if not that, personal secretaries. I force a smile, nodding at him. My dad’s smile slips off his face. “Faye, I don’t want you to think that I’ve forgotten about Matilda – ” I wave it off. “It’s, um, it’s okay dad. Uh, I think you deserve a...second chance...at...happiness.” I say, smiling a bit.

“So, you’re okay with it, honey? Really? Because your opinion really matters to me.” My father says, his tired eyes looking into mine. My father deserved this. He didn’t deserve the life where he had to remain locked up in a room in the thoughts of his dead wife and my mother. He deserved a second chance. And I wasn’t going to become reason he would lose it. “I’m totally fine with it, dad.” I say and then add, “Besides, I think I like Cherry. Her fashion sense is great.” I make a ‘super’ sign with my fingers and then laugh a bit. Fredrick Martin’s eyes seem to glow, maybe with happiness.

“Thank you, honey.” My father pulls me into a warm embrace. I loved my dad, and I would hate to see him sad even though we weren’t the ideal father and daughter. I wanted to see him happy. “Dad can’t...breathe,” I say. “Come on, the lasagna is going to get burnt.” Fredrick Martin lets me go, giving me a warm smile. It makes me happiest when I see him a smile like this.

He deserves it, I chanted.

He deserved this.

“So how does it feel to be demon prince?”

I questioned the demon boy as we stood on my balcony. The night was starry, quite similar to the night when I had wished upon a demon instead of a star. That made me wonder how I would look if I was still the same old Faye I was before. Old Faye was a tad shorter, a bit bigger and a whole lot of freckles. I had loved my freckles though, and not once did I regret them, except for when I would be made fun of. New Faye wasn’t all that great either. Sure, she was a tad taller, a bit smaller and with fewer freckles, but yet, I missed my old self.

I had wondered that instead of just wishing, I could have taken off my glasses and gotten contacts or wore clothes that fit me right instead of the baggy ones I chose to wear or become more confident to the point where no one would bully me, then maybe I could have been a whole lot happier. But, if I had been old Faye, I wouldn’t ever get to look into those hazel eyes, ever.

And I liked looking at them.

“Oh, Faye, why do you question me when you know you won’t get the answer?” Demon boy says. “Maybe I just want to bug you into answering me,” I respond almost instantly. “Yeah, not going to happen.” I hear demon boy say, shaking his head. I smile a bit. There’s a moment of silence. “So, demon prince –” I start, getting cut off by the demon. I had to hold in my laughs fearing that he would smack me across the head. “Enough with the questions or I’ll leave.” Demon boy warns.

“Okay, okay, no more questions.” I negotiate, biting my lip, smiling.

“So, you want me to stay huh?” Demon boy asks, cockiness lacing his tone. “Oh, you wish.” I roll my eyes. And when there’s silence once more, with both of us staring at the sky, I take my time in looking at him as he wandered up at the sky, unknown thoughts racing through his head. Demon boy’s eyes made me believe that he was a beautiful – handsome person. It leads me to believe that he wasn’t the real him when he bothered me around, and it also leads me to believe that maybe our meeting wasn’t destiny or fate.

It was planned.