(Author: *wiggles eyebrows*)
EMERY'S POV
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This guy was as hot as hell. In a weird way.
The first time I saw him was when he enrolled in my Anatomy course, walked through the front door in a slump, kind of depressed but dayum.
Those arms weren't the biggest I have ever seen, but I kind of liked them that way. Not too skinny, not too Godzilla either. And his skin- it was a pretty honey color- and his hair was black and blond? Not to mention those beautiful sky blue eyes- I instantly had a crush on him, as I did most pretty guys.
So I managed to sneak a peek at him every once in a while. I would watch him from afar at lunch, and every day, I would argue with myself on whether or not to join him since he was all alone. There had to be a reason why he sat alone, right? But, then again, he just might be awkward and antisocial.
What are you doing? You're awkward and antisocial too! You'll probably just end up embarrassing yourself, I thought to myself, which was probably true. I had no friends either, and heck, I was too shy to even talk to the other boys I had crushes on before. I couldn't just go up to him and start a conversation! That was weird!
So, I opted to silently stalk him from the other side of the cafeteria every day.
He never seemed to notice or did notice and never cared, but either way, I never stopped doing it. I learned his name: Aaron Will. A name made up of simple names. Simple and hot. And I also learned that he was striving to become a doctor (even hotter).
Soon, I ditched every other ureciprocated-love I had and began to really invest myself in Aaron Will. I became his certified stalker, even if I tried not to be. I couldn't help but observe him in his natural state, like the background-voice-man watching a gazelle leap through the savanna on one of those old, cheezy Animal Planet documentaries.
But soon, I started to notice some...strange happenings going on around Aaron. Like that one day, this girl was flirting with him during lunch. He, wanting to be alone, looked very aggravated, but she just wouldn't get the hint. Then, suddenly, the medical book floated beside him. Was I crazy? Did I just see a book float? That's not possible!
But I apparently was! As time went on, I started to notice these kinds of things happening more often. And, as my experience watching Supernatural suggested, I could be dealing with some demon. Especially due to the pale faces people would have after leaving his presence. It was as if they looked into the eyes of the devil!
The pencil was the last straw. As soon as I saw it float, and I knew I wasn't crazy about the book floating. I stared at Will, wondering what exactly he was. It wouldn't hurt to try some demon-killing strategies from Supernatural. I had to make sure that he wouldn't hurt someone with his witchy-magic.
Suddenly, Aaron looked behind him, with a confused expression. Without a second to spare, Aaron's eyes locked with mine.
You can do this. You can do this. You can keep eye contact, I said, looking back into his eyes, It's just your crush. No big deal.
And then he started glaring me!
Does he know that I know he's not human? I started freaking out immediately.
"Mr. Will, please face the front, unless you want to fail the upcoming exam in this class?" The professor said, saving me. Aaron turned around and resumed his notes.
He's definitely a demon! Or some other supernatural being! If he was something else, I would be fine with it, but if he's a demon, I need to get rid of him before he hurts someone!
At least that's what I thought at the time.
After class, I noticed my shoes were tied. Aaron must have magically tied them together with his demon powers or something. Trying my best to look intimidating I had told him to meet me in the back lot.
Fast forwarding to after I realized he wasn't a demon, he had accidentally led me on.
"It's a date."
I fixed my hair and washed my face extra. I even got my mom to give me a good luck charm, just in case he meant it.
"Hey cutie."
I bushed on the outside, but on the inside, I was dying.
"I'd love to say I was serious, because honestly, you're adorable, but it was a joke."
Excitement.
"But even if I wanted to date you, I couldn't."
Disappointment.
"You have a nice name."
"You are adorable. I just said that you are adorable."
"I like them small enough to fit into my arms."
And I like my men big enough to fit into. Gods, he was my perfect match! It was as if we were made to meet each other! Just...one problem.
He was in love with his dead boyfriend and no one else. He wouldn't even consider me. Not even after his dead boyfriend suggested me or his sister 'shipped' us.
And I understood that...I guess. I mean, the guy had been shot. Aaron was not prepared to move on; perhaps, he still holds onto the person he never fully had the chance to love.
But now that the week was over, I wasn't sure I wanted to leave Aaron's peaceful apartment for another two or three weeks with my cousin around. He was a monster. Sometimes I wonder whether a demon has possessed my cousin at a young age or not.
And here I was, standing in front of my small white house with my backpack slung over one shoulder. I did not want to go in, but I had nowhere else to go.
I walked up to the door and turned the knob, but it was stuck...again. Stupid house. It was about to fall over any day now. I was hoping to sneak into the house so that my cousin wouldn't know I was there, but I had no choice now.
"MOM!" I screamed banging on the door, "THE DOOR KNOB IS STUCK AGAIN!"
From behind the door, I heard a: "COMING SWEETHEART!"
I loved my mom.
From the depths of my house, she emerged, swinging the door open from the inside out. Her black hair was messy as always and some strands were sticking to her lipstick. She was a beautiful woman. She was pale and skinny, like me, somewhat sickly, but still healthy. Her cheekbones were defined, and she looked wise yet young at the same time. Her brown, almost black eyes radiated a kindness, and her red-lipped smile was so welcoming. On her chest, lay a pentagram on a chain, which she always wore.
"Hey, kiddo!" My dad said behind her, coming into view, "Haven't gotten into any trouble have ya?"
"No, Dad," I replied, smiling. My dad was the opposite- actually, he was quite mellow compared to my mother. He dressed like a normal dad, whereas my mother would always dress in black.
The reason behind the strange diversity in my house is because of those two. My father was a religious Christian, one who goes to church each Sunday and Wednesday. However, that did not deter him from falling in love with my mother- who was a Wiccan. She believed in spells and witchcraft, whereas my father believed in God. They usually went their separate ways with beliefs. Allowing the other to believe what they believe, not trying to convert each other to each other's religions, and even split the small house in two. You'd walk into the living room and see one side of the house decorated with pentagrams and laid about with altars and gemstones. The other half would be decorated in crosses, paintings of Jesus, and little Bible verses. My family has also split: my brother, Pugsly, became a Christain like my father, and my sister, Wednesday, decided to follow my mother's footsteps and become a Wiccan witch. I, however, had no religious preference, and my parents seemed to like it that way- since no side of the family can unbalance the other.
The problem was: my cousin.
He upset the balance that was this family.
He was from my dad's side: Christain, in all ways. Except, unlike my dad, he was less accepting of the other half of the family. He fought with my sister, ignored my mother, and was fine with me...until he found out I was gay.
Ever since I was about ten years old, he's been finding excuses to come to our house and torture me. He was fine with the Wiccans now- no, they could just convert to Christianity and all will be fine. But apparently being gay was a sin, and that God would rather you beat your enemies than accept them. According to my Dad, that's not how it works.
He says that, in the Bible, it says you should love your neighbors and your enemies, and that all sins are the same. So him beating and verbally bullying all of the gays in his school? Equally as sinful as being gay.
I learned that lesson from my Dad, who told me to tell it to anyone who wants to judge.
But no matter how many times I say it to my cousin, it can't get it through his thick skull.
"Hey, f*****," he started, as I made my way to my bedroom quickly. I was upstairs now; everyone else seemed to be downstairs. No one seemed to hear him. They never did.
"Hey!" he said again, "I'm talking to you!"
I made it to my door. Twisting the knob, I realized it was stuck. Curse these doorknobs! Come on, just pick the lock and you can escape! I thought. Since I was experienced with picking my doorknob, I could get it done quick. But I had to get the screwdriver from my backpack first.
As soon as I had my backpack off, he pushed me towards the door. Being a lightweight person, I stumbled forward a little bit.
Oh God, it's starting.
Just get in your room and he'll leave you alone. Just pick the lock and he'll leave you alone.
I searched for the screwdriver, quickly.
Suddenly, I was pressed against the door, his nasty hand over my mouth, his mouth next to my ear. His breath on my neck sent shivers down my spine.
Someone come upstairs, I pleaded silently, Someone come see what he's doing! Someone catch him in the act!
"I should've killed you already, but I haven't: not yet. You haven't defied me to that extent, f*****. But I swear, if you start getting rebellious on me, I might have to straighten you out," my legs shook in fear at the thought. His voice grew lower, more dangerous as he spoke the next warning: "Remember that next time you decide to ignore me."
He released me and stood back.
"And don't think you got away with avoiding me, Little Adams, " he smirked evilly, "I'll rein hell on you now."
I didn't know what to think as he walked down the short hallway and down the stairs. With shaking hands, I picked the lock with the screwdriver and made my way into my room, slamming the door behind me. I leaned against the old door and slid down until I was sitting on the floor.
It was like this ever since I was ten: every time I saw him, he would bully me. I wonder how he could 'rein hell' after all he did was rein hell when he visited. He would not allow me to tell my family about anything, or he threatened to hurt my sister instead. I was the only thing in between my cousin and her, even if she didn't know it.
He knew I had no friends, but I had a feeling, even then, he could still hurt them too if they existed. Which is why I didn't tell Aaron any details.
I was all alone in this; only I could stop him. I was just too weak to beat him.
He was no Christian in my eyes. He looked as if he killed for a living, as if he beat up helpless weaker kids for the fun of it. As if the Christain religion was a disguise of innocence to conceal his true inward devilish nature- a facade in which everyone but me believed was the reality.
Only I and his other victims knew the truth of Silas McCallister.
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