My Guardian Demon

Episode 7: Chocolate Thief.

My Guardian Demon

"You have got to be kidding me. "

I couldn't believe it, someone in this house has eaten all the chocolate that Lewis had bought me for my birthday. Fuming was an understatement right now.

I know who committed this crime, and they will not get away with it.

I stormed upstairs straight to my brother's room, planning all the different ways I can make him suffer. I swung open his door making it bang against his wall.

"AIDEN RYAN WALSH."

My brother bolted up from his bed in shock making his sheets fall off him, and I was not prepared for what I was seeing.

He was naked.

Full on birthday suit.

I scrunched my eyes up whilst placing my hands over my face screaming as loud as I could, I'm going to be scarred for the rest of my life.

"Athena! Get the fuck out," He yelled frantically as I was already leaving. I could hear the anger and embarrassment in his voice.

I tried running out of his room but with how clumsy I am and because my eyes were currently closed and probably damaged, I ran straight into the wall.

"Sugar, that hurt," I groaned whilst rubbing my head.

A bump was already forming there, then I heard some deep chuckles. So I opened my eyes to see Zac, stood there looking gorgeous as ever with a massive smirk on his face. Obviously enjoying me being in pain.

"Oh shut up," I snapped as I stood back up on my feet.

"I didn't say anything."

"Not you Aiden," I grumbled walking back out of the room, making sure not to bump into anything else.

"Who else are you talking to, I'm the only one here," He said with confusion in his voice.

My eyes widened a little remembering that Aiden didn't know about my secret and the fact that I can see demons and angels now.

"Erm n-nothing... I have school bye." Then I was gone as fast as lightning, straight out of his room, past Zac and out of my front door. My brother frustrates me so much sometimes, but my stupid guardian demon frustrates me more.

First he thinks it's okay to hurt me because he can't control his temper but then he thinks it's alright to laugh at me when my clumsy self nearly knocks myself out.

Not today Satan.

"I'm not satan love," I glanced over to my left to see Zac walking alongside me with that annoyingly attractive smirk he likes to dish out so much.

How can someone look so perfect but be so evil?

I still don't understand how I was given a demon, I do not deserve this and I definitely do not want to be this stupid prophecy. I'm only eighteen years old who should be enjoying their teenage years, kissing boys, going to parties, and finishing college with my best friends.

Not being thrown into a supernatural battle between good and evil, I don't even know how I can put an end to it all. I'm only human.

Wait. Can he read my mind? I don't remember saying that out loud.

My head snapped towards his as we both turned a corner, the view of my college just in front of us now.

"Satan is much worse than me, but you'll meet him one day so you can be the judge," he said casually as he stuffed his hands into his jean pockets.