Santi: The Devil's Pioneer

Chapter 36 - Unbelievable

"F*ck, Emily, the screws in your head are so loose, you can't f*cking see what's right."

It grew silent for a few minutes. They must've left, but I didn't hear footsteps.

"The day at the park? The way you shrug it off or play it coy every time I'd call you or refer to you as my sister. She doesn't really have a f*cking clue we're brothers and sisters, does she?" Emman's voice was lower than normal. He was disappointed and close to just giving up and leaving the conversation. I could tell. He often gave up on me whenever he thinks I was acting childish.

For the record though, I was never childish. I simply lacked the experience of being a child and was projecting those emotions to him.

"Okay, she doesn't. I was hoping it would come up naturally at one of our conversations early on. But life had other plans." Emily answers.

Oh, this b*tch. The nerve of her to blame her evilness on life?

The fire inside me was roaring. I wanted to hurt Emily. I try to suppress it. This was my rage controlling me. But I've learned to be bigger than this feeling.

"Life? Life?! Emily, you broke both our f*cking hearts. Stop playing this stupid game and tell her the truth before I do. You know damn well what Bea—or Santi has been through. I don't which of those were lies and what was true. But I know she's had it rough. You don't deserve her as a friend."

Emman's voice soothed the flame inside me. It shrank down till I could feel the coldness of the room.

I hear his footsteps and the door slamming as he left the house. Emily's footsteps were making it up the stairs as well.

Yet here I was, kneeling in front of the kitchen aisle, more devastated than I had ever been.

Emily had played us both. I thought she was my friend. She had betrayed me.

She told me to keep my true nature from Emman. She said I was too complicated for him. He wouldn't want a murdering teen with a record on his passenger seat.

I was naive. I was f*cking human. And it ruined me.

I was the She-Devil but here I am crying my eyes out on the kitchen floor. Who knew humans were this scary? More terrifying than any demon I knew.

I was the She-Devil. But Emily was a devil.

The doors open and I hear a slight chatter.

I scramble to fix myself up, grabbing the box full of tissues to dab my face endlessly. I was halfway through dabbing when Lola enters the kitchen.

She was surprised to find me in such a weak state. She puts her bag on the aisle and helps me to stand up.

"Santi, this isn't you."

It was all she said. But I understood every word of it.