His second chance at a happy life

What Do I know?

(Warning graphic language of s****l assault is displayed in this chapter)

I had never really thought clearly about the day I met Trevor until today. It was so hazy, and I was scared that I decided to hide it deep at the back of my mind. The Sanchez parents stopped by three days later, letting us know that there was no physical harm but that we had come and talk to him as much as we could. I had offered to talk about everything since I could talk to him better than Gigi. However, when I went to see him, he didn't remember anything, and it was like he had just woken up from a nap. Emilio was there, of course, and Trevor was there.

I cannot get past the age thing he looked so much like a sixteen-year-old boy. He even aged, how? He was always so nice and sweet. Just when did that change? I tried to think a little when I turned fifteen and started to notice cute guys. I guess it wasn't hard to see how good-looking he was. At sixteen was when I had my first boyfriend. He was a bit of a bad-boy type. Emilio and Jesus scared him away. Ellie was always insistent it was Trevor who scared him the most after he found out my boyfriend had another girlfriend. At seventeen, I met Derrek. We dated a few years. He wasn’t the best person. He was verbally abusive. The first time he put his hands on me was the last he had brought me over to his place to meet him mom. Only she wasn't home. He told me she was at work and would be home soon, so we stayed in the living room watching a movie or two when he got handsy with me and when I said no I did most of the time, but this time he didn't listen, when I said it again more forcefully he gave me the ugliest looks and hit me. My anger blazing, I kneed him straight where the sun didn't shine, so hard I thought his eyes were going to pop out. I pushed him to the floor, kicked him two good times in the stomach and stomped him out and dialed a number I never called,

"Trevor?" I almost started breaking down crying when he answered. I looked around and I was in a park. I had told him where I was but not what happened, and I was scared. He got there at time speed. When he got there, we sat on a bench and that’s when I explained what happened he was angry. It vibrated off him, and it didn't shock me like in the past one blink, red flames, two blinks, red smoke, three blinks gone. He didn't say anything, but I knew he was mad at the guy for me. He turned to ask if I was okay. I shook my head, tears rolling down my face. Using one arm, he pulled me close. We sat there for two hours, half an hour of crying, an hour and a half to center myself before going home to Gigi and telling her what happened. Trevor rarely left my side. After that, even though he was a college student, he still took me to and from school for the rest of my senior year, even helped Ellie and me with studies, homework, even took us places if we ever asked. He started to flirt over time as I got older but always had a girlfriend, so I couldn't take him seriously. I just couldn't, but now I don't know what to do because I like him, and he's a demon.

I keep going through my thoughts and memories with him and there are so many, but I know Trevor, at least I think I do. I begin typing again finishing my blog for the day.

'The guy I've liked for a while now just told me he is a demon! I mean demons are evil, aren't they? He says there are good and bad demons, but how can I believe him? He is sweet and caring but a demon?' I sigh at my thoughts. 'I always thought there was something different about him. He was always standing out no matter what he was wearing, and he always had different girls every weekend, seeming to be on a different level than everyone else, but he was always attracting anyone he met. He is so charming, plus he tells me and then shows me his wings, and they are magnificent, soft like leather, darker than the night sky and can engulf me fully. He could block the whole world from my view and I wouldn't even care. On the other hand, when have you ever heard of a nice demon? But here I am sitting on my couch after spending a whole afternoon at his house watching movies and talking about random things since he refused to talk about him being a demon or anything along those lines. Don't get me wrong, it was relaxing, and I enjoyed myself, but there is so much I don't know. It is so frustrating.

I look at my entry, it had been three days and no word from Trevor. After dropping me off, he was called to "work" and told me he would stop by or at the very least call me when he got back. He enchanted my protecting necklace, so I can walk around invisible to all nonhuman beings. Along with putting his own wards up around mine and Gigi's apartments to keep us safe. I was advised not to tell anyone about what he really is and not to stay out too late. I hit the delete button, to change my entry to tell what happened at Ellies, not mentioning Trevor’s stare-down with the pale man, then posted the new version. I leaned against my sofa, laptop in lap, the TV turned to the music channel. I haven't been up to seeing anyone, but I don't have panic attacks or locking myself away, I'm just tired. I have been using my time alone to do some research on demons and ghosts, but I have only found things from the bible or some lore, so not really knowing what to trust, I wrote a few things down to ask Trevor about. The natural order of what the bible and other religions say, I shouldn't trust him or believe anything he says. But it's Trevor and I really do trust him. How could I not I have known him for a long time. Not only that, but he has helped me a lot. I groaned, pulling my blog again.