2 Wake Up

I could feel the hot pavement beneath my feet as I ran in the darkness. Where was I? I had to be on a road, because I'd felt it before when I was outside. But this was different. This was much hotter than even the hottest blacktop in the middle of summer. The darkness that surrounded me was pitch black i could barely see my own hands.

"Help!" I screamed.

But why? Was I being chased? It was as if i wasn't really me. Like i was just seeing everything from the runner's eyes. I could feel everything and hear it, but other than that I was just watching.

"Help me, please!" I heard myself shout again.

I watched as me, not me, turned to look behind us. Stupid idea, note to self, don't look back. A massive shadow was after me. It glowed with large blood red eyes and ignoramus teeth.

"Oh Shit! Run stupid! I screamed at myself.

But of course I didn't make a sound. Everything started to close in, the darkness, that thing.

Just as I felt the thing grab me, I hollered, "Nooooo!" Its teeth sank into my back, and my body went ice cold. The pain was unbearable. It felt like white hot pokers were digging into my flesh. I heard ringing in my ears. Beep Beep Beep.

***

My whole body jerked up right. My head was pounding with the ringing of my alarm clock. Sweat poured down my face and neck. I could feel tears falling from my eyes.

"Shut that damn thing off, Sabera, before I come up there and whoop your ass!" I heard my father yell.

I smacked my alarm clock and try to roll out of bed. I didn't want to make that any angrier than what he was. You could say my dad wasn't the nicest father in the world. He was more of a strict, overbearing, abusive, son of a gun that I just couldn't stand. When I was younger he would make me do wall seats. That's where you put your back against the wall, crouched down, with your arms straight out in front of you. Holding a book or bat or anything he wanted you to hold. And if I dropped the object he had me holding, he would whoop me with a belt so hard I'd have to wear long pants to cover up all the marks they left on me. Even if it was in the middle of summer. My mom on the other hand never, ever defended me. It was as if she was being controlled by dad. I didn't know what to do, there's nothing I could do. Her only response was, "It's okay. You'll get used to it. You have to grow up sometime." At one point my father tried to strangle me. So, yeah I really don't care for them, but i don't want to upset them either. Walking over to my dresser, I started getting ready for school.

"A shower will do me good," I said to myself.

After my shower, I pulled back my long strawberry blond hair. Mom wouldn't let me cut it, even though it was almost to my knees.

"A girl should have long hair. Besides, we can't spend money on stupid things like hair cuts," she'd say right after getting back from the salon.

See i don't see how mom and dad are my parents. For one my hair is reddish, blond, while theirs is a dark, mud brown color. It matches their eyes, and I have blue, grey orbs in my head.

I put on my normal jeans and penny-T. Todays logo is "Fearless". Just because. I grab my bag and walk out of the house to school. I'm in the 12th grade, and even though i live three miles from school, I have to walk.

"Why waste gas? You got to functioning legs, and need to lose weight," dad would say. Even though I'm only 100 soaking wet.

So, I leave the house an hour before class. Thank God there's only two weeks left till I graduate and can leave this miserable life behind me. Hopefully today won't be to bad. After all, it's not like I can run away. Oh, did I forget to mention it's also my birthday. I turn 19. Yay, not that anyone celebrates it. April, 29, here I come.

*****

Cain watched as the blonde girl he'd been following for days walk out of her front door. He could smell her freshly bathed body from where he stood in the trees. The branches bent with his weight in protest. Her smell was intoxicating and made his manhood stand at full attention. But the bruises on the back of her neck and arms angered him. Cain had followed this girl because he could tell she was going to come of age soon and he needed help with his um.. problem.

Cain had been assigned to a mission not long after his death. He was known for killing his brother in his human life. In this one, he was and is a high level demon, in service to his lord, Lucifer. The mission he was given was to find a woman and her daughter. Lucifer had told him that she was and angel and the child she had was his baby. However, it had been so many years since they had disappeared. Cain figured they had died on the way from the heavens. So until his king brought him back, Cain might as well have fun.

As the blonde walked, Cain followed. Her hips swayed in a rhythm, while her feet bounced, making her breasts jump. Though the demon liked her body, he also was aw struck by her beauty. The girls face was flawless. Her eyes a light grayish-blue, her lips full and plump from how often she chewed on them. She didn't even need make-up, her natural beauty was perfection. The only issue was the bruises, but that wasn't her fault. Cain had come to know that her name is Sabera Star. After 30 minutes of him staring at Sabera's heart shaped ass, Cain stopped dead in his tracks. His mind must have not been as keen as he should have been. Because before he could hide, she had turned around.

"Why the hell are following me?" Sabera spat.