Chapter 2I woke the next morning. The demon was gone. There was a spunk stain on the sheets, so it hadn’t been a dream. I’d met an angel. I’d f****d a demon. I needed to kill my friend Tom. Tom who wasn’t my friend. I’d trusted Tom and he f****d my ex. I hated my ex with a passion. I now hated Tom with the same. To be fair, I wasn’t too thrilled with myself, either.
But why were both the angel and the demon so keen on whatever it was I did or didn’t do? People killed people every minute of every day and had since an ape picked up a rock and aimed it at his neighbor ape—probably for sleeping with his ape-mate.
I called in sick for work. Seeing as I was a self-employed Uber driver, no one objected. Plus, I really did feel sick. And confused. As was the reverend when he saw me enter the chu
