Free Loved by a Devil by James Martins Page B

the bushes, striding towards her husband. She had a nice figure, I guess. She was wearing a tattered old red cotton dress, her hair was a mess of blonde curls , had brown eyes, and she was wearing no shoes. At all. If these were my parents, which they aren't, how come I resemble nothing of them?
    "Yes?" the woman crossed her arms over her chest.
    "Look." the man gestured towards me.
    The woman looked at me for a split-second and started bursting into tears and ran to me for a hug.
    "I can't believe you're here." Melissa sobbed.
    I shoved her away from me, annoyed.
    "Can't believe you died." she cried, ignoring my rudeness before.
    "Wait what?" I asked.
    "You're dead." Melissa sobbed.
    "Yeah, who killed ya?" the man took me by the shoulders.
    "Get off of me grandpa, I don't remember what happened!" I hissed, shoving him away.
    "Moon! Don't speak to your father like that!" Melissa scolded, forgetting her sobbing reverie.
    "Ugh! Someone just tell me what's going on!" I yelled.
    "Take a seat on the bench." the man said.
    I sat down obediently.
    "Honey, you're dead." the woman told me.
    "What?" I questioned.
    "You're in Heaven." the man told me.
    "Thanks for dumbing it up." I hissed.
    He shut up.
    "Look, I know how you're feeling, but I think I have a good idea of who did this to you." Melissa told me.
    "Who?" I asked.
    She took a deep breath, "Have you ever heard of Drew Anderson?"
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 15
    "I don't know what you're talking about." I lied.
    Melissa sighed, "Carl, please tell our daughter to stop lying."
    So Carl was his name, hmm…..
    "Cut the crap Moon! We know you're a little lying brat who's defending that son of a bitch Devil!" Carl shouted at me.
    My mouth fell open, how dare he!
    Melissa gasped before I could, "Carl! Apologize now!" she slapped him on the face.
    "Ouch!" Carl rubbed his face where a red slap mark was, "You told me to tell her to quit lying to us, and I did!"
    "Yes, but I didn't tell you to tell her off! Your own daughter!" she huffed.
    "Shut up!" I hissed, "And you know what, I do love him! Drew's the most polite and sexiest 'son of a bitch' I've ever known! So back off you stinkies!"
    Carl snorted.
    Wow, maybe I shouldn't use the first insult that comes to my mind….
    "Just please give us a chance to explain." Melissa sighed.
    My eyes flickered toward Carl's, "I don't trust him." I spat.
    Melissa gave Carl one of those looks that meant, 'You heard the lady.'
    "Fine." he rolled his eyes and walked off in the distance.
    "So," the woman continued, "This is what happened. It was a cold rainy night, and-"
    "You're not telling me the 'Beauty and the Beast' story are you?" I interrupted.
    She laughed with no humor, "No, just please listen."
    Melissa muttered something along the lines of, 'She always used to love watching that movie', before continuing back to her story.
    "Just stand still and close your eyes." she told me.
    "But I thought you were telling me a story," I obeyed her orders as I asked her.
    "It's easier this way." she explained.
    I ignored her as she placed her surprisingly hot-to-the-touch hands on my temples.
    It all happened weirdly, I ended up being lost in this foggy haze, stupefied. But then the scene changed and I was right where my parents were, cowered against a pink wall in a room, it was filled with all this infant stuff, a crib, bottle warmer, all that jazz. These people were holding a baby.
    Is that me?
    I was screaming uncontrollably, crying, thrashing against my mother's grip. I was now seeing through the baby's eyes, my thoughts screeching, 'Mommy run! Run!' But she wasn't listening. The guy in the dark cloak was holding a butcher knife. His dark hair spattered with blood. He lunged for the Dad, stabbing him over and over.
    Mommy screamed, still holding me, not making a move to run.
    The boy beat her senseless, until she moved no more. He turned from her, starting towards me and picking me off the ground, where he had kicked me before.
    The figure brought me to