Loved by a Devil (8 page)

Drew swallowed, taking a swig of Cola, "The waiter brought your ice pack."

"Thanks." I muttered, picking up the cold compress and pressing it gently to my jaw.

Drew examined my wrist, "You took off your bracelet." he didn't sound angry, just annoyed.

"Yeah, about that, I'm just not ready for that kind of thing." I said uncomfortably, remembering me discarding it in the bathroom.

Drew threw his burger down on his plate with a
splat
. "But you accepted
his
gift." he snarled.

"You want it?" I grabbed the crescent moon around my neck and jerked it off, breaking the chain to the necklace, "Here." I threw the broken jewelry at him.

Drew muttered under his breath. I ignored him and took a sip of my soda.

"Look, I'm sorry. Just here's your damn necklace." Drew threw it across the small table towards me.

I snatched it from the polished wood, putting it in my pocket where the sunburst locket bracelet was.

"You going to neglect it in your pocket like your doing to the gift
I
gave
you
?" Drew spat.

"Can't wear it because I
freaking
broke it!" I hissed.

Crap, I was so close to cussing the second time in one night.

"I'm gonna go to the bathroom before we leave." I hissed.

I practically sprinted to the bathroom, slamming the stall door behind me.

I walked out of the bathroom, turning the corner and seeing Drew in a disgusting embrace with the waitress, gripping her butt. I rolled my eyes. At least it was a girl.

As I passed by them, I muttered, "Have fun swallowing each other's tongues."

The girl hesitantly stepped out of the embrace, at first expecting me to be top-notch hot, but when she saw my short frame, chapped lips, pale white face, messy red-orange hair, and the dark bruises under my eyes, she gave me a 'Get lost loser, you wish you were me' look, instead of, 'I'm going to kick your effing ass', look.

I took the sunburst bracelet out of my pocket and shook it in front of the girl's face. She gasped, feeling humiliated, and rushed to the kitchen without taking the money for the bill. I basically threw the bracelet back into my sweatshirt pocket when the girl left.

Drew got up from the booth, brushing himself off, taking his money back from the table and shoving it into his pocket.

"Let's go." he hissed.

I obediently followed him.

"Where are we going?" I asked, stepping out into the cold air.

"I'm dropping you off at the hell hole you call a home." Drew said bitterly.

"Jealous?" I spat as I slammed the car door shut behind me when we reached Drew's GMC.

He ignored me as he started the car and took off speeding down the road, I buckled my seatbelt, purposefully doing so.

"Because you didn't seem to be when you were exchanging spit with that waitress!" I hissed.

"At least she gave me a chance." Drew retorted.

"Oh! She gave you a chance! She gave you a chance of her turning into a slutty hoe!"

"Jealous?" he hissed.

Why was he so mad at me? Thanks to me, he didn't have to pay the damn bill at the restaurant!

"No. I'm not jealous of being turned into a hoe." I told him matter of factly.

"That's not what I meant!" he hissed, turning the car off.

Wow. Were we already home?

But, me ignoring my inner babble, it took me the longest three and a half seconds to figure out what he meant.

"I'd rather firetrucking die." I stated.

Phew, thank god for that Smosh episode. The point of the word is it's a little substitute for the word fuck because it starts with 'f' and ends with 'uck' 'firetruck'.

"Still haven't given me a chance." he snatched my wrist.

"Let go!" I hissed, I tried to pull away, but his grip was too strong.

"Don't be like that."

I shuddered, his voice was so soft alluring. I could feel his chocolate brown eyes boring into my skull. I don't how, or when, but he ended up having his lips on mine. I daydreamed that I kicked him in the gut.

The kiss was somehow, refreshing. In a disgusting way. His lips moved fast on mine, for some odd reason making my mouth feel like it was on fire. Hmm...must've been some hot sauce on that burger he ate. But his mouth was minty fresh like he just brushed it and used some mouthwash with it too. Whatever. I still couldn't ignore the fact that I could go for some of that Cola right now. Drew pulled away first.

"That should've been our first kiss." he nuzzled my nose.

There was a white flash, and before I could retreat, Drew grabbed a tiny photo from the dashboard in the shape of a sunburst. Drew reached into my pocket and grabbed the bracelet, opening the locket and slipping the photo into it.

"Here you go." he smiled.

I took the locket away from him wordlessly, looking at the photo. It had a picture of Drew nuzzling my nose while I had my arms locked around his neck, smiling against his lips.

"I'll go inside and make you some soup, I'll see in a bit." Drew grinned, shutting the car door behind him and practically sprinting inside, probably wanting to make me the best soup ever without me waiting.

I realized we weren't at Brendan's house, but at Drew's house. I couldn't explain how I was feeling. I wanted to think I just swallowed his gum, but the truth came to me: We exchanged spit. I fought the urge to hurl. Probably pissed because I screamed:

"FIRETRUCK!"

Chapter 11

"Here's your soup." Drew put the bowl on the see-through glass coffee table in front of me.

"I never said I wanted any." I sighed.

Drew sat next to me on the leather couch, "Then what do you want?"

"Some sleep is what I want. It's been a long night." I frowned.

"Then you can sleep over here." Drew told me.

"No! Just take me home. I don't even know why you took me here. You seemed pretty pissed after we left the restaurant." I replied, turning to face him.

Drew frowned, "I was never mad."

"You're lying." I stated, too tired to shout.

"Who cares?"

"I care."

"What I felt, doesn't matter." he hissed.

"So you don't care." I held my breath.

"No. No, I don't." Drew said.

The world stopped in front of me, like a cannon ball just crashed into the earth in slow motion. The bits of earth flying around like confetti, eventually flying towards the ground in clumps of dirt and soil, making a mess of the place. I didn't notice a tear fall from my face until it dropped from my face, landing on leather.

"You're crying. What's wrong?" Drew asked.

I ignored the question, "I thought you loved me."

It took him the tiniest second to figure out what I meant.

"I didn't mean it like that." he started.

"Sounded like you did." I said.

"But it didn't." Drew whispered.

"Yes you did!" I shrieked.

God I was losing it.

"Stop." he replied calmly.

I tried to run, but Drew reached for me blindingly fast, crushing his lips to mine.

"Stop!" I hissed, trying to pull away. Drew's grip only tightened.

I yelped in pain, and he loosened his grip on me, just the tiniest bit though. I seized this moment to grab his forearms and throw him over me. Drew landed on the coffee table, making a giant crash, sending shards of ice everywhere.

I made a break for it, sprinting towards the doorway.

A sharp pain appeared in my ankle, just as I was turning the door nob too. Damn it.

I screamed, looking down to see what had wounded me. It was Drew, his grip on my ankle-which was now broken- incredibly horrible. His frame was on top of mine, his face enraged.

"You tried to escape." he hissed, his usually brown eyes now a bright yellow.

"What are you?" I whimpered.

Drew hesitated, as if searching for answer, but instead brought his mouth to mine. But it wasn't a kiss. He was trying to force my mouth open, and he succeeded. My whole body went numb, my vision blurring. It felt like he was trying to suck something out of me. I don't know what. But I do know I don't feel like dying. At least not tonight.

I grabbed his face, trying to get Drew the hell off of me. When I did, I brought my fist back and threw it into his face. It stunned him, but still, I don't know how long the would last. I scrambled out of my cage and limped to the doorway.

I opened it, and tried to run into the cold night. Hm...maybe I could take the truck. I limped towards the passenger side and tried the handle. Locked. Again, damn it.

"Moon!"

I spun around, Drew was running straight into my direction.

"Wait! Wait, give me a chance to explain."

I backed away from him, realizing that I was standing in the middle of the street.

"A chance to explain? A chance to explain!" My voice rose.

"Please. Just come inside and I'll explain."

"Come inside! And what? Give you another chance to freaking rape me?" I shrieked.

"No! No. Just please. Listen to me."

"No! What idiot would listen to you? I mean, why did you-"

"Look out!" Drew shouted.

"Wha-?"

I could just imagine my eyes turning wide and looking like a deer's. You know, when you accidently run over a deer at night and honk your horn but it's too late for the animal. Or for you, unless the deer has giant antlers and you're driving a Smart Car. The force knocked me on the other side of the road, me rolling into the woods in pain.

There was the sound of rubber screeching against asphalt, making the air smell disgusting. I heard someone roar in a rage, the sound of a car crashing, making it go
beep beep beep
. I could just imagine glass all over the place. Someone ripped what sounded like a car door out of the car's frame. There was a scream, and the sound of something ripping. But it wasn't the paper tearing sound. It was the sound someone's body being ripped in half, guts and blood pouring all over the place. A feeling in my stomach told me I was right. I shuddered, glad I was on my side, not being able to see anything.

"Ugh." I whimpered.

Was I bleeding? I used my left arm to feel the back of my neck, discovering my hand was
gone
. I screamed, seeing a stub of where my arm ended.

"Moon?"

I whimpered, closing my eyes while I said, "My hand."

"It's okay. I have it here. You're going to alright. Okay?" Drew tried to sound reassuring, but I knew there was a doubt in his voice.

I didn't answer. I felt like I was gonna hurl.

"It's okay. You're going to be okay." Drew sounded like he was just trying reassure himself now, as he worked on repatching my hand.

"What happened?" I kept my voice steady.

"You got hit by a car. I got my revenge on that bastard." Drew snarled.

"It was an accident," I told him, "Wasn't it?"

"No, no it wasn't."

"Who...croaked?" I asked.

"Riley." he spat.

"He's dead?" My eyes widened.

"He is now." Drew told me.

"Here. Let me carry you inside." he whispered.

"Ow." I hissed as he picked me up in his arms.

"Sorry." he apologized.

"It's fine." I sighed.

"Close your eyes." Drew murmured.

The smell hit me like a slap in the face. All the blood, and ichor and guts.

"Let me go!" I shrieked, scrambling out of his arms and crawling back where I was lying.

It all went out of me, all the stuff I've eaten this morning and this afternoon.

"Moon? You okay?" Drew called out to me.

I stood up, slightly losing my balance after I passed my pool of blood and vomit. Beads of sweat built up on my forehead. I forgot that I broke my ankle. Fire truck.

I fell and rolled down a hill in the woods, ignoring all the pains in my wrist and ankle. Eventually stopping as I hit my head hard on a rock. I felt my wound, looking at my uninjured hand that had blood on it. I crawled back towards the rock, leaving my head on top of it, appreciating the coolness of it. I reached into my sweatshirt pocket, needing something to cover the cut from seeping more blood out of it. I felt something silver, I pulled it out. It was the broken crescent moon necklace. I gently put it to the side, laying it on the rock and keeping a hold onto it with my patched up hand in case I forgot I left it there. I reached into my pocket a second time with my free hand, discarding a familiar looking item. A handkerchief. The one that Drew gave to me the first day I met him. I felt the ivory-silk thing with my skinny fingers. I turned it over, seeing a manuscript handwriting sewed into it.