Me and the Devil
1169 Words
Ivy
I met with the devil today.
Yes, he was the devil in human form. Or the son of the devil. No, I doubt if he is the devil’s son. He had to be the devil himself.
How else could I explain the change in his eye colour?
At first, it had been a charming and captivating set of grey eyes that I found myself insanely attracted to without regard to the situation we were in—then in a second, they became pitch black. It had felt to me as though I was hallucinating until he murmured something to my face, more like groaned.
I have never been more afraid of a man all my life. I was even so scared that I didn’t even know the next thing to do, so I did the first thing that came to mind and kicked him between the legs. I felt his hold on me release and seized the opportunity to escape from his firm hold, after he had held me as thoughI would disappear from him in a second. Heaven only knows what would have happened next if I hadn’t done that—if he hadn't killed me with his hands, he might have been more merciful enough to call the police and put me in big trouble.
I ran from him and didn’t look back, and still feel grateful for that timely move, else I would have been in police custody or even dead by now. The look on his face showed that he was ready to strangle me without a second thought.
I touched my pocket and I felt something.
Realising that it was his wallet, put me in a panic.
Does that mean he’ll still come after me?
I have to admit, the man is a good runner, probably an athlete or a regular visitor to the gym to be fit enough to run for so long it tired me out. Though my long legs are always put to good use, he was somehow still able to catch me, and without breaking a sweat.
I should have just gone home.
Today has really not been good.
I didn’t even want think about the party I spoke to Clara about earlier, and my life is more important to me right now. When I got home, I slipped in bed and was almost asleep when a knock on the door, making me freeze. Could it be the devil man?
Gosh. I think I still have his wallet!
“Ivy!!! There’s someone at the door.” Mom called from the kitchen, but I pretended to be asleep.
I heard her groan as she walked towards the door, probably aware that I'm pretending. She would rather save her self the stress of shouting and get to the door herself.
My heart pulsed without end, waiting to know who it was.
“Hold on!” She said to the person at the door.
I kept hoping it wasn’t who I thought it was.
What would I say to him, if it is him?
Maybe he came with the police...
But why would he do that, he doesn’t even know my address.
Gosh I still have his wallet!
Did he trail me? What if he did?
“Oh! Come on Ivy, you’re over thinking again.” I groaned and I clutched the sheet close to myself.
“Ivy?" my mother called, loudly enough to shake the house's foundations. "Stop pretending I know you’re awake. Someone wants to see you.”
“Mom?” I called in a low, sleepy tone I was faking.
“What is it Ivy? You’ve been ignoring me.” She sounded pissed.
“Sorry mom, but is it a guy?”
“Yes and he wants to see you right away.”
I gathered the courage and walked out to meet whoever that was. Peeping from where I was, I immediately saw that it was my friend, Dan.
“Hey you!” He said the moment he turned and saw me standing.
“Hey!” I replied as I sat on the couch and heaved a sigh.
“Are you okay?” He said, giving me a weird look.
“Why not? I’m fine.”
“You didn’t come for the party last night and you didn’t tell anyone you wouldn’t come. You weren’t even picking up your phone. It was unlike you. You got everyone worried. You got me worried.” He said, giving me a tender look as he said his last statement. I wasn’t going to fall for that though.
Dan has asked me out twice but I declined. He’s a nice, good-looking guy, but I had and still have no feelings for him. I also wasn’t ready to go into a relationship with someone worse than myself.
“Sorry. Sorry I got you all worried. I was tired when I got back home and as for my phone, it was on silent.” He nodded and it looked like he still wanted to say something.
Of course he still had something to say, I reckoned. Coming to my house this early just to say he was worried about me can’t be all there is to it.
Dan looked around the house like the thief that he is. I stared at him, waiting for him to spill whatever he had to say.
“Can we go somewhere private?” He asked in a whisper.
“Why? Isn’t here private enough for us?”
“Your mom… She...”
“I’m going nowhere, Dan. I’ve not even had my bath.”
“Okay.” He said in a whisper.
“What is it?” I was beginning to get impatient.
“I met a gang last night.”
I groaned and rolled my eyes. This topic again…
“These guys are not like the other guys. They’re professionals. Trust me Ivy, we would make good cash if we join them.” He said in a whisper.
“Good cash? What if we die?”
“Come on. We would be safe with them. Like I said, they’re professionals.”
“Look Dan, I don’t want to get into trouble. Before you know it, we would start carrying guns. I don’t want to kill anyone.”
“Don’t tell me you’re scared Ivy.”
“I’m not scared.”
“Then…”
“Count me out.”
“What?”
“We are friends Dan, not a gang. I don’t want to join any silly gang and you can’t force me. I’m sure Clara and Max wouldn’t agree to this too.”
Dan scoffed at my statement.
“What?”
“They both agreed last night. We’re just waiting for you to agree and then we’ll all go meet the boss.” He said.
I looked at him in shock. I never knew Max and Clara would be easily convinced to join a gang after we all agreed not to.
What was wrong with them?
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