Wish Upon A Demon

6.

CHAPTER - SIX

I knew demon boy didn’t want me to go on that date with Michael Kingston.

Yet, I didn’t want him to know that I listened to his every order, and opted to go on the date instead. So, yesterday night, when the masked demon came by through my balcony, I didn’t mention to him that the next night, I wouldn’t be there when he came for a ′daily check up on his newest pet′ as he called it. Even though I had thought that a date with Michael Kingston would mean a simple movie with pizza afterward, he had surprised me by choosing the venue to be an expensive restaurant. I didn’t like going to places like that. The people around made me uncomfortable.

But at the same time, I didn’t say no. So, here I was, in denim jeans and a baby pink top, sitting in front of Michael Kingston. We chatted a bit, although, I could make out that he wasn’t really in the mood for the date, and after a while, we settled into silence.

I looked out the window. It was snowing, again. Good thing I bought my jacket, I thought. It was Christmas season after all. I saw a few girls, laughing with tons of bags in their hands, and then a saw a mother and daughter walking by, and then, my eyes fell on the distant creature that stood, staring right at me.

Oh, come on, not today.

I turned in front too, to see Michael stressing on something below him. What was he looking at? Pushing my fork, deliberately off the table, I gave his startled form a small smile and bent down to get it. So, he was texting. I should’ve known. I shouldn’t have come out tonight. I could have sat home, sipping on hot cocoa and maybe having takeout for dinner. I forced a smile back at Michael when he looked up and smiled at me.

Tap.

I turned to my side so fast, I was surprised that my neck didn’t break.

Ugh.

One night, all I wanted was for him to go away for one night. But obviously, that wouldn’t come true. I gulped. When Michael once again concentrated on the phone below the table, I made a little shooing action at the demon. He shook his head slowly, and I could imagine the taunting grin he was making behind the cloth separating his features from being exposed. I looked at Michael once more, and that was the time my phone started ringing.

I ignored Michael’s gaze and picked up the call from the unknown number.

“Hello, Faye.” I heard a familiar voice. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. Wow, he had begun to make calls wonder what he would do next? I smiled forcefully in order to not raise suspicions from Michael’s burning gaze. “Hi...” I didn’t know what to call him. I swallowed when the demon began speaking. “I know that you obviously aren’t very thrilled about the date, so why don’t you get your little ass up from the chair and come outside?” Hmm, how about a no? “You know I can read your thoughts, right, little hamster? I’m giving you five minutes.” He growled into the call before it was cut off. I gritted my teeth. “Yeah, I’m on my way,” I said into the phone, controlling my anger.

“I’m sorry Michael, this was really nice, but I’ve got to go,” I said, rising from my seat. He looked shocked, and I heard the sound of his mobile falling to the ground. I didn’t pay attention to it and sped out of the rich restaurant. “What is it?” I asked the demon who was leaning against the huge window of the restaurant. “Nothing. Seemed like you weren’t enjoying yourself, so I called you out.” He said, nonchalantly. “For your information, I was enjoying myself. In fact, I was having a lot of fun.” I said.

“Were you having fun before or after he started texting underneath the table?”

I didn’t reply. It was cold outside, and I wanted to go home, preferably away from the demon. “Cold?” The demon followed me as I walked back home, staying close behind me. “Would anything change if I told you yes?” My teeth chattered a bit as I spoke. “No.” He said, bluntly. I wanted to laugh at the situation. This wasn’t how it was supposed to go. I was supposed to have a good time with Michael, but all I got were a few sweet words and secret texting. If he was just going to do that, then what was the point of showing off by going to a rich, posh restaurant?

I didn’t even feel like I belonged there.

I felt something on my shoulders. When I looked to my side, I saw the demon was looking away from me, focusing elsewhere after putting his jacket over my shoulders. I wrapped the jacket tightly around me being greeted by the very fresh, new, and unique scent of cologne. Maybe they sold these in the demon world? I wanted to comment on his action since that had become a hobby of mine. I wanted to say something like ‘Isn’t this jacket too expensive for you to act like a gentleman?’ to which he’d counter back, ‘No, it isn’t. Do you think I’d put it on you if it was?’ or maybe something along the lines of that.

But I didn’t. Instead, I opted for another method, which had his head turning, and eyes widening.

“Thank you.” My voice was soft, quite as I thanked him. He didn’t respond, probably getting over the fact that this was the first time he had heard these words come out of my mouth and directed towards him. I walked inside my house, not caring if the demon had followed me. I was quite embarrassed about why I would just say that. Demon boy had forced himself into my life through a wish that I knew would have never come true and had begun controlling me.

He even called me his pet, his very own hamster.

I didn’t want to be anyone’s pet. I didn’t want to be someone’s personal entertainer. I was my own person. And I always had to keep my guard up. Moreover, demon boy always said that I was part of something so big that I could never imagine it. What if that was the reason he was behind me? What if he knew something I didn’t? And why did he even come into my life? It’s not every day that a supernatural creature comes into your life without having an ulterior motive.

I found my dad in the kitchen, laughing. Laughing. It was new. The only time I ever saw my dad laughing was when I was little, and I didn’t even remember half of it now. Somehow, watching him get out of the shell he had wrapped himself in after my mother’s death made me feel happy. I wanted my dad to be happy.

Without questioning about anything – since I knew he’d give me a blunt or cold answer – I walked up to my room, throwing my little side bag with my phone inside it, onto my bed.

Walking up the mirror, I looked at myself. It was strange to think that up until a few weeks ago, I was so different that it be difficult to know that the old Faye and the new Faye were the same people. But this body of mine, and this face, and the entire me was a gift. I wasn’t born like this, but instead, at the age of eighteen, I was made into this person by a demon who was pursuing me for an unknown, big, reason that I knew was no ordinary cause.

As long as I was like this, he would always have an advantage over him. As long as I was like this, he would always have power over me.

And as long as I was like this, he would always control me.