Chapter 41 - The First Tears
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"What's wrong, Santi? Tell me." Lola grabs me by the shoulders, helping me to stand up.
"Nothing." I reach for the box of tissues and wipe off all the liquid on my face.
"Is this still about Emman? Honey, you know you should stop crying about him. He was your first love. You won't forget that but you'll meet so many more along the way. You've got a long life ahead of you."
"It's not about Emman." I hiccupped. "I want Emily out of this house."
"Heavens, what?" Lola gasped. "She's your best friend. Why would you want her out?"
"She's using me, Lola." My voice was clear. The fire inside me started to burn. I was determined to get my revenge. My sweet ass revenge.
"You're not making sense, dear. Using you how?" She was confused. Just as I was moments ago.
Just as I start to speak, I hear footsteps coming down the stairs. We turn around to see Emily with her fake, perky smile.
"Hi, Lola. You're home early today." She kissed her cheek and turns to me. "Santi, you've gotten out of your room. Good for you, girl. Where were you though? I looked for you in your room earlier, you weren't there."
She looked utterly concerned. How forking fake. She could've made a career in acting.
Dumb bench.
Then finally, the day came. What I had hoped for, what I had learned to fear. For my father to find me.
"I've been looking for you everywhere, my daughter."
Time stood still as I saw my gloomy future reaching for me.
"It's not too late. I can get you back to our home. You don't have to suffer here any longer. I'm sorry I didn't find you any sooner. I looked through Heaven and Hell for you. I never thought I'd find you here." His voice was calm— soothing, even. But he was wrong. It wasn't my time to return to Hell.
"I still have a lot of unfinished business here on Earth, dad. I'm not going back yet."
"Well, it's not your choice." He smiles but his eyes were angry.
If he had found me a few weeks ago, I would've agreed instantly and gone to Hell with him, no questions asked. But I've lived here on Earth long enough to form connections. Long enough to love someone. I'm not leaving until I get my head straight. Besides, if I return to Hell, I would be countless steps farther away from the angels I so greatly seek revenge from.
"I'm not coming back with you, daddy. You can't make me."
"How about we talk this out, angel? I'm sure we can come to terms."
"No." I was utterly sure about my decision. Even if it meant upsetting the Devil.
"You're duty is in Hell, sweetheart!"
I walk up to him and said the last words I would ever have the chance of saying to him.
"You do not belong here. I don't belong in your world, as well. This is where we part, E. This is where you forget about me."
"Nothing about you is forgettable, you know. You're the single most interesting and lovable being I've ever gotten the chance to know and cherish. You live in my f*cking heart, Santi."
His tears were gushing out by now. The portal was fading to a blur in the distance. All I could hear was the shrieking of the spirits underneath.
As if instantaneous, I feel my heart harden. Or maybe it was because of the heartbreaking scene I allowed myself to wallow in my feelings.
"You are so much better without that buffoon. I don't understand why you were with him anyways. Seriously, Santi? You could've fallen in love with someone better." What? He was disappointed??
"Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you, father. But that's all I'll ever be. I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing. But I'm just some 300-year old demon child who doesn't know sh*t in this world."
"Santi, I never meant to offend or affect your life. This wasn't planned, you know that.'
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