“Don’t,” I retort, more annoyed than usual at her obscenity.
“Don’t even fucking—”
“I swear to God, if you drop the F-bomb one more time I will sock you in the face, and you’ll be sorry you were ever born,” I yank my keys out of my purse and jab them into the ignition.
“Maybe you shouldn’t be driving when you’re heated,” Adelaide suggested. I didn’t take my eyes off the road, because if I did, I wouldn’t be able to resist punching her stupid, smug stoner face and losing control.
His comforting hands were all over me and I couldn’t help but arch my back against his warm body, wishing that we could be closer, closer, just a little more, despite how we were literally pressed against each other— practically the closest we could get. His eager lips hungrily moved over mine and one of his hands rested at my lower back, pressing me tightly against him, the other tangled in my hair.
He groaned, and my fingers found and cradled the back of his neck, ever so gently.
I pulled back. “I love you.”
“Thanks,” he said, smirking.
“You,” I hissed. I drew my sword.
“Me,” Aaron laughed. “Me, indeed. Did you miss me, sweetheart? Because I sure missed you.” His sweet-as-honey voice rolled over me, reminding me of the time in which I’d actually trusted him. I used to love that voice, even trust it. But now, I cannot block out the fear every time I see him, I cannot block out the trace of evil that mixes itself in with the sweetness. How could I have missed it before?
“You should’ve stayed away. But now— you will die. A very slow, excruciating, painful death.”
The blade sliced through the demon’s middle, and a sickening crack-thump signified that the demon had finally died. Eli wasn’t sure what all the fuss was about— people had been fearing a demon that couldn’t die, and before him was the demon, dead.
“Damn, I’m good,” Eli smirked, cocky.
That was when the demon parts began to reassemble. It sounded like however flesh coming back together was supposed to sound. It attacked Eli from behind, brutally twisting his neck and wrenching his head off his shoulders, and then dropping it, letting it thump to the ground..
“Is it because I’m a girl?” Cecily asked angrily.
“No! Of course not! Who do I look like?” Marcus told her, trying to calm her down but at the same time getting even more angry himself. “Not because you’re a girl, but because you are a teenager.”
“Damn you,” Cecily whispered.
Marcus’s hand cracked across her face, and then quickly retreated in horror of what he had just done.
“We’re through,” Cecily bit back a sob and turned her face away. “It’s over. You screwed up so many times already. I don’t care anymore.”