His second chance at a happy life

Unnerving

Entry 89,

Why is there always more I don't know?

I sigh. Looking at my blog, it's been the only thing to keep me sane for so many years, but now I don't know what to type. How can I type that the guy I like has finally admitted he was really a demon? I have known for a while now, but I could never figure out why he was lying for so long. Now that I knew, I had this weird feeling in my gut. Like it was all making sense, I think back to when I first met him and started typing.

"So, you're coming to a party with me." Ellie came into our first-class with her hair down for once, and she was in her brother Jesus' large sweater; He was in a comma at the time. She was sitting down next to me as she spoke, tossing her bag around her chair. She was demanding as always and was obviously excited. I blinked at her, setting my phone down as she turned to face me. I raised my brow as I stared back,

"What?" Laughing, she gets her books out, puts them in a pile on her desk, then she turns to look back at me with a big smile on her face,

"My parents are throwing their forty-fifth anniversary party. They said I could bring a friend, so this Saturday I'm inviting you to the celebration at 6:30pm, (some banquet hall name I can't remember) wear a dress." I laughed. I didn't wear dresses, and she knew that. She sat up straighter and widened her eyes as she spoke in an even more demanding voice, "Wear, A, Dress." She repeats. I sigh and look dead at her,

"I, Don't, Own, One." I said slowly, stone face, and she just smiled again,

"Glad you said that Gigi said I can take you shopping with me at the mall after school today and don't worry I know how to find deals and cute things. My shirt, three bucks." She laughs. I shake my head.

"No." I turned and looked back at my phone; crowded places were never a safe place to be. I had learned that the hard way when I got lost walking with my mom.

"Please, Emilio is bringing a friend, and I don't want to be stuck with my mom. Plus, if I have a friend with me when we are shopping, I can get out of her picking my dress. She's too traditional, and it clashes with my style." She bugs her eyes again with a sad look added, "Please!" I sighed Mrs. Sanchez was a sweet but true Mexican momma, and her style... well. It was clear as day she was raised in Mexico.

"Fine. I will come with you shopping, but not the party. I'm sorry I just can't."

School ended, and we headed to her house down the street. She happily pretended that we were normal kids that couldn't see the handful of wandering spirits around us. Her mother was out later than school, so we walked a few blocks behind her older brother, who was in 11th grade already, so he was walking from high school without his sister bugging him. Ellie's house was where I met Trevor for the first time.

"Sammy, this is my friend..." I remember Emilio introducing him when we walked into their house. He was tall for a teenager and was rather stocky with large muscles.

"Samantha," I muttered. I couldn't help staring at the large person before me. I studied the way he tenses up and cuts into the conversation,

"Trevor," I squinted as he began to hum in the dark light that surrounded him. It was infused with dark cool tones. I couldn't seem to find my voice and I stood there for a second, just gawking at him watching the wave of translucent colors that floated around him.

"Samantha?" He said gently, as if I was a scared animal. I glared at the anger in me sparked as he tried me as a helpless little girl.

"Y-Y-yeah." I took a breath, cursing internally at the shaky voice. "Yeah." I cleared my voice, I blinked a few times, hoping it would go away soon. Emilio was next to him, so in a shaky voice I asked, "How are you doing, Emilio?"

Emilio was the one who was having the biggest problems since his twin was being possessed by a parasite. It was an otherworldly beast that was slowly sucking life from its human host. When it first happened, they were seven. One day Jesus just didn't wake up. So, their mom tried to figure out what was wrong and took him to the doctors, the physiologist. Nothing helped. My Gigi had heard about it, "threw, the grapevine." So, she says, about three years before my arrival, she had been doing everything she could to help him, but her magic was never right after my mother passed. At least that is what she says, so, he was stuck in limbo, but he was safe. Since then, she has treated the Sanchez family like her own.

"I'm fine." We understood as he left up the stairs.

"Either of you want something to drink? I bring some after saying hi to Jesus," Ellie asked, setting her bag down.

"I'm fine thanks." I spoke in a dry tone, placing my things next to hers.

"I hear lemonade? Yes, okay, make yourself at home." She headed up the stairs, leaving me and the two boys in the entrance. I stood for a second, looking over the larger of the two before Emilio ushered us to the living room. Trevor was right behind me and was staring. I stared back, but it was like he wasn't really looking at me but in my direction. He was glowing with dark light again. It was starting to give me a headache.

"Are you okay?" he asked as he finally looked at me.

"Yeah, I'm good." I rubbed my temples slightly. He moved from where he stood at the doorway,

"Let me." He got close enough to place a slight tap of his index and middle fingers on my temple. When he removed his fingers, the ache and his dark light was gone. I smiled slightly,

"Thanks."

"Anytime." He gave me a bright smile. I squirmed in my seat. He was focusing on me and his stare was burning. He looked and seemed out of this world, but the way he touched me was gentle. I could never explain the feeling I had, but he seemed like a safe person to be around. The air was lighter around him. He moved to a seat in the love seat across from me and went silent again. Ellie came in with a tray of yellow-filled glass.

"Mira." It's the Spanish word for look. It sounds like (me-da). She did her best to make it to the coffee table and followed with, "Mi abuela gave me her favorite tray!" She was so excited and at the time I could not figure out why, 'It's just a tray?' I thought as I took my glass from her, but I smiled,

"It's very beautiful, so colorful, the flowers are so bold, is... is that glass?" I asked, looking at it closer. She nods with a huge smile.

"This is the only time I am ever going to use this." She laughs, "But I had to show you! Isn't it amazing?" She was squealing with joy. After handing Trevor his glass, she quickly goes and puts it away in the display case. Emilio comes down as Ellie returns with a slum face,

"Can I talk to you Sammy," she says, walking to the entrance of the house. I quickly got up to follow passing Trevor, who gave a kind smile. I (hopefully) gave one back. "I... I can hear Jesus." She whispered, pacing back and forth in the front space. "Is... is he." She didn't finish, but she didn't have to. I take a breath trying to think back on my recent training with Gigi, focusing on Jesus' energy.

"No," I responded hastily. "He is just here." I silently ran up the stairs in my socks. Thanks to their carpet stairs, I got up the stairs with no sound. I turned to Jesus' room. He wasn't there, his spirit anyway.

"Bathroom," Ellie says in a quiver behind me. I turned to the bathroom down the hall. There I found him in the mirror.

"Jesus? Can you see me?" I asked in a hushed tone. He was pale, but there was hope in his stare as he pressed against the glass.

"Yes," responded Ellie, as Jesus' mouth opened. He was scared. It was clear he looked beyond terrified but managed to say,

"He's coming." Rapidity he spoke asking several times. "Help!" Ellie, in tears, looked at me worried. I took a deep breath,

"Go get your brother, I'll help him, don't worry, everything will be fine." I looked at Jesus, "Come to me," I commanded almost. He obeys, reaching for me, again thinking back, to my lessons, which, for the life of me, weren't coming to me. I knew I needed a word, a foreign word, Greek maybe, "Ánoíxe." Nothing, Icelandic? "Opiõ." Not that either, okay lore? "Åpen, Atuets." Norwegian and Latuian, one of them, maybe even both cause a wrinkle in the mirror like the time in the gym. I used the word open to create a portal, just a small one between realms.

"Ven acá." Come here in Spanish. He pushed the glass until his hand went through the mirror. I reached for him and grasped his wrist before yanking on it; he pulled me to his room, he stood by his bed and looked at me with fear. I sighed, "No day like the present to face your fears." I muttered and pushed him onto the bed directly over his body. His eyes widened, and his mouth opened to scream, but he didn't have the time to let it out. It went silent, but it didn't last. He started to compulse violently. I knew the word for restraint in latuian and a deep red chain wrapped around him, then he became surrounded by some form of black smoke. I know I didn't create it. It had pulled something out of him and was thrusted out of the window. I watched as the shadow had gone through the glass. There was a loud gasp that rang through the quiet house as the chains fell. Jesus bolted up and backed down groaning as he looked over at me. His eyes locked on mine, he opened his hand and reached out. I stepped back, allowing his siblings a spot next to him. Weak on my feet, I shuffled over to the bathroom and splashed water on my face. My arms were heavy, and my stomach ached a bit. I was feeling lightheaded and had closed my eyes to stop the room from spinning. The knock on the door made me jump in the air in the literal sense. I took a deep breath before turning to see Trevor in the doorway with a smile, his hands in the air and a bottle of water. He had a strange look on his face as he spoke, asking if I was alright. He moved away from me and started to treat me like a scared animal again. I couldn't help but feel a bit of anger at his pity like he was feeling sorry for me. I stared at the water. My whole body felt dehydrated. When no one spoke for an uncomfortable amount of time, I asked,

"Why do you keep staring at me?" His answer caught me off guard at first. He had apologized as if he didn't know what I was talking about, so I asked again slowly and with a little more attitude than necessary. The answer had put me off guard when he said he was amazed by my strength. Other than gjgi and mom on her good runs, I have never really praised in my life. I had done something unimaginable and to hear my efforts get acknowledged, I was swept away. That shocked me and I moved away from him. It was uncomfortable, and I wanted to run. Unfortunately, Emilio had found us and came into the bathroom to wrap his arms around me, thanking me before going back to his family.

"I'll go check on them. You can stay here until you feel better." He said before pushing off the wall on the other side of the hall and going to the first floor as the family started to come home. A while later he came back and said,

"Their parents are home and since Jesus woke up, they wanted to take him to the hospital. I told them, I can walk you back home, if you don't mind." I nodded, my mouth still slightly dry. He was holding another unopened bottle of water; I wanted nothing more than to gulp every drop of that bottle but hesitated. He held it out for me to take it. I stared at it before taking it and drinking it after the snap of the top seal breaking was heard. Once I drank the whole thing, I glared at him, he was on the other side of the hallway treating me like a scared child,

"Okay, wait for me by the door, I'll be right there." I walked past him without another word and headed for my crying friend in the room down the hall.

"Ellie?" I tapped her shoulder. She spun and hugged me.

"Thank you!" She moves, whipping her face as she let her mother through to wrap her arms around me as well,

"Gracias mija y tu Gigi, Thank you, he's okay, shaky but okay. He, we, thank you." Mrs. Sanchez hugged me tighter, then kissed my head. She had thanked me a thank you before leaving. I watched them leave, then called Gigi, told her I was on my way home with a friend and that I had a lot to tell her. I used their spare key to lock their front door. After putting it back, I left with Trevor in silence. I tried to think of something to say, but my mind kept wondering about the incident in the bathroom. I was trying to get my thoughts together as Gigi always told me to do. I go back to the lessons from a month ago when we had begun to study the small knowledge of portals. I had hoped that if I could figure out why it was always opening by me, I could close them and not see ghosts anymore. I didn't think I would be using the new information to help my friend get her brother back. There were also lessons on other powerful beings that might be a high-class-level spirit or a being of some kind. Grendel had only just started telling me about them, so I couldn't tell what that creature that jumped from Jesus was. Since we are not sure if there are many seers out in the world, the best we could do is write our knowledge down and hope we can help the next generation. However, I always felt like we all knew one another in some weird way, like with Ellie's family. At least two out of the nine children have some kind of ability to see ghosts and use magic. From what I have learned in my history lessons Gigi gave, I have no idea how she got all this information, and she never told me. Right portals I try to focus back on my task. I could tell her clearly what happened, and I could learn to identify the word that had opened the portal. But my mind was shifting through all that happened and the lessons that I forgot to pay attention to where I was walking and almost ran into another person. If it wasn't for Trevor, I would have.

"Thanks." I muttered, giving up on going back to organizing my thoughts. I think I heard him laugh, but I can never tell clearly anymore.

"Have you thought through it all?" Trevor poked the side of my head. I turned to doing my best to keep my emotions in check as I spoke.

"Excuse me?" I took a step away from him. We weren't far from Gigi's home. We had about three blocks left. We had walked for almost ten minutes in silence.

"You were focusing pretty hard there, so I thought it would be best to keep quiet, but it doesn't seem to be the case anymore. I thought since you had calmed down you had figured out whatever it was, and we could talk a bit." He hadn't asked what I was thinking or what happened at Ellie's house, which shocked me a bit. I blinked as the dark wave started to fade around him. I stared at him trying to find his motive. He surprised me when he says,

"I apologize for touching you without your permission. I was worried you'd jump again if I spoke suddenly." The dark color shifted to a red-blue metallic smoke that clouded a few inches around his body. He had looked genuine and made sure to keep the distance I placed between us.

"Apology accepted." I muttered and glanced at the sidewalk and started to count the squares to refocus my thoughts on the colors and cracks. "What did you want to talk about?" I asked, glancing back at him. The smoke was gone and the headache that was forming started to disappear.

"Hm, what to talk about indeed." He laughs. I must have had a strange look because when he glanced at me, he laughed harder.

"Are you a seer?" I asked. His laugher had made me slightly mad from embarrassment, and so I cut his laugher off.

"Sure, we could say that." Was his answer. I found it weird. He said that but did not ask more about it.

"How long have you known the Sanchez family?" I asked,

"For a while now. How about you?"

"Few months. Do you know Silvia then too?"

"I have made her acquaintance before, but we haven't met in a very long time." His voice was even as he talked. It was almost soothing; he had a calming nature that I was starting to enjoy the conversation." How is she?" He asked after a brief pause at the intersection.

"She's good." I laughed, "Honestly, if it wasn't for her hair, I would think she was in her thirties, not fifties..." I stopped mid-sentence as I felt the hum of the thing hit me. This time it was like a buzz from electricity on my skin. I looked at him. A clear wave came off his whole body. He looked at me a hit of worry was in his eyes,

"Are you okay?" I breathed, taking in a large amount of air,

"Y-yeah." I adjusted my bag and clenched the strap hoping it would give me a false grounding. He nodded unconvinced,

"Ellie said you two met during her after-school clean-up?" I looked up, and he was looking ahead with a grin on his face.

"Um, yeah, righting wrongs and all that," I muttered. He hummed, then looked back at me as we reached the next intersection while waiting for the light to change. He held my stare,

"She definitely had to right some wrongs, if I heard correctly." He looked away first as the light became green, he ushed me across and said, "At least you two became good friends from it." I nodded, spotting my apartment in the distance.

"Where are you from?" The question was a normal one, and it caught me off guard.

"Colorado." Wasn't a lie, although it wasn't the truth either, I had been there a few times mom like that state the best, so we were there more times than not when she was in her good mood. He mutters a hmm.

"What was your old school like?" I shrugged; I could answer that I didn't go to it because that was the truth, but I wasn't going to tell my life story to a stranger.

"Was it nice?" Once again, I didn't answer. My last foster home was one of the nastier places and the beatings that the women who had taken me in had left marks on my body. They were so obvious that there wasn't a day that would pass that I was dodging questions from the teachers, so I decided to just not go and skipped most days, which increased the beatings. I will never forget that b***h. My therapist says that forgiveness is the answer, but f*ck that b***h. "Samantha?" I took a deep inhale and let it out, slowly coming back to the present.

"Sure." I mutter. He went silent. I couldn't look at him, my mind was numb from the painful flashbacks. My thoughts are causing me to lose my shields. I felt like crying from pure rage. I started counting the squares once more, hoping it would calm my nerves. As I reached the five square, the wind had taken my hair and tangled it around me. I groaned wishing I could cut it, but Gigi says to grow our hair long for some spiritual reason, but my long, wild, problematic hair keeps breaking brushes and always getting in the way. It has a mind of its own and that was why I cut in after my first fight when I was in foster care. I get my hair tied and stop walking to shovel my hair into a high ponytail.

"Let me." He moved behind me, taking the hair tie from my hand, then glided through my knots effortlessly to put my hair in a secure ponytail.

"Do you have sisters?" I think I asked. This time I know he laughed,

"You could say it's something like that; I was more of a guardian. All done." He moved away, and we went to Gigi's apartment building in silence. Her door was on the side of the building, so we walked around the corner for the last four steps.

"Thank you." The words came out in a rush, then I practically ripped open the screen and steel doors and ran inside.

I sigh looking at the writing. Putting this blog on private view, I published it. After that day, I didn't meet him again until Grendel recommended him as a teacher in my magic training a few years later. He had praised Trevor a lot, and so I took the chance on some random and rather strange person.

Think back on the decision it was one of the smartest things I have done in my life. Trevor was a respectful person who always accepted boundaries and was forthright. For the most part, I was able to start trusting him. When I realized he was a demon, I started to distance myself. I told lies to Ellie, who was the one person who could read me like a book and went along with it. Over the last five years, we've seen less of each other, and he has been doing what he could to bridge the gap. I didn't know who else knew, and I wasn't sure I wanted to know. I wasn't sure how he expected me not to know when he would leave his notes around Grendel's home and let me read a few. They were written like journals, and he gave me a front-row seat into his mind on subjects that had sparked life into his day. It had been strange all these years reading one voice, and it was not lining quiet right with the face I was seeing.

Last night, when I finally saw the man, the demon that came with those words, it finally matched. All the knowledge and wisdom he had gained, along with the obvious power that was depicted on his skin along with it radiating off of him, I could tell he was a ruler with an abundant amount of knowledge and strength. He was so much larger than I thought he would be and his scales that decorated his skin shines with vibrant cool colors were beautiful. I was so lost in them that I hadn't noticed my hands starting to wander its way down into his shirt until I was poked in the stomach by his hardening c*ck. I watched him as he shifted in his seat to readjust himself. My mind started to picture him taking me onto the island right there, his thick c*ck ramming me filling my insides with every inch of him. After that, I had a difficult time focusing on anything else besides the thick member across from me. In order to distract myself, I asked many questions. I asked about his time ruling a kingdom and how he really knew so much about magic. The rest of the day was filled with him showing me his library in his large apartment filled with many of his journals. By the time night fell, I had started to see him in a new way. Even though he was back in his human form, I was able to see some of his scales and his horns peaked through when he turned, and the light bounced off the glamour as we walked around his house. I had flopped on my bed when I got home, unsure what to do with my emotions, I was no longer holding that small hatred in my heart I've had all these years. Now that I know he was the reason my grandmother had such a hatred for otherworldly beings, I do have to ask Grendel if he really was the reason he was glamoured in the first place.

It's now two in the morning and I can't get to sleep, my thoughts racing and wishing I could stop thinking of his larger-than-average carrier on. I sit up in bed fed up with all the dirty thoughts running through my mind. I sigh the number of potions I've come up with has made me wonder how long it's been since I had intercourse with anyone and realized how badly I wanted to f*ck Trevor. No, I want to f*ck Arzoran.