Santi: The Devil's Pioneer

Chapter 35 - Days After

Days had passed after we broke up. I was starting to feel less crappy. I think today's the day I dare to escape the comfort of my bed.

I get up, lazily, and scramble my feet around to look for my slippers. I make my way down the hall of this humungous house.

It was eerily silent. Lola must've gone to work. Emily must be in school. I must be all alone in this big home.

Home.

It was comforting. To know that I now have something I can call home voluntarily. There were three of us here but it felt so much fuller to me than the countless demons roaming the halls of Hell.

This home was warm and cozy. I don't know how I could ever repay Lola for this. I owe her my whole life on Earth.

I reach the kitchen and head to the fridge. I could see my whole body in the reflective doors of the fridge. This was ultimately the coolest appliance in this house.

"You knew and you didn't tell me?!" A loud voice echo through.

I recognized that voice. No one could match that raspy, smooth and low voice of his. Emman was here, at my home.

"Keep your voice shut, please. She's in her room. She might hear you." A female's voice shushes him down.

It was Emily's. But I didn't understand what they were talking about.

"I don't care. We already broke up, Em. I don't know what exactly you are trying to hide from her."

"She doesn't know, okay. And I just don't want her to know right now. She was so devastated when you broke up with her."

"What the f*ck are you playing here? You know she was lying to me, all this time, and you didn't even bother to tell your brother? Is this some kind of sick joke to you, Emily?"

Brother?

I kept on eavesdropping by the kitchen aisle. They were probably in the hall talking. Their voices echoed loud and clear. But how clear was it that Emman was Emily's brother?

What the hell did this mean?

I get that he was always trying to play the older brother's card with Emily. She was the only girl in the group before I came. I thought they were only being protective of her.

But actual brothers? 2 months and Emily didn't think it was important to tell me I was dating her brother.

Were humans this crappy?

Where the f*ck is all those warm and cuddly attitudes? Were those f*cking veils all those times?

I felt my insides burning again. It had been weeks since I felt this feeling inside me. But it had returned. The darkness in my awoken.

"Emman, come on. Daddy kicked me out of the house. What was I supposed to do? Ruin my good chances of a comfortable life here with the Grahams by destroying your relationship?"

She sounded so vile. I never thought Emily would be the one to spew all those words. She was not who I thought she was.

"You could have told me or helped me explain it at least to Santi! Now you have me looking like the bad guy. You are nothing but a pain in the ass, Emily. Honestly, I wished you weren't my sister sometimes."

"Stop, you don't mean that!" Emily screams back, obviously hurt by the words that left Emman's lips.

"I do, Emily. You are running the one good chance I have at a relationship. The one good chance I have with Santi. it's forking frustrating."