I lay on the unconfortable bed, I had been allocated in a room that was barely lit by a small light hanging from the ceiling. I could feel my sister's presence above me, probably on the roof again. Dante was still in the office, Patty had gone home and Nero was napping on the sofa in the office. An unusual feeling of calm and peace was all around but I knew that this was the calm before the storm. Soon very soon something was going to happen, but what it was I couldn't tell. I decided to take advantage of the eerie calm and sleep, after all if something was going to happen I needed my strength.
A crash in the office woke me up, I sat up quickly, my senses on high alert. Another crash, I pulled on my jeans and left the room, slipping my arms into my jacket as I did so, I carefully walked toward the door to the office without making a sound. Another crash made me jump, I stopped in my tracks listening I didn't sense a demon so I guessed it was Dante messing around with something. I opened the door to see Dante standing next to a destroyed jukebox.
"what happened?" I asked.
"it stopped working" Dante said angrily pointing at the dismantled music box.
"well hitting it isn't going to make it work" I said matter of factly. Dante sighed and stomped over to his desk.
"its completely destroyed" I said examining the machine, Dante didn't answer he just grumbled something under his breath.
"don't you have any money to fix it?" I asked, looking in his direction even though his face was hidden behind a magazine.
"no" he said, I sighed.
"well I guess theres no more music then" I concluded
Outside I heard a car stop and looked up toward the door ,before continuing examining the jukebox even though I didn't know anything about electronics I felt like I was doing some good by staring at it blankly.
"Wake up dante!" someone shouted behind me, I jumped and turned round, standing before me was an older looking man, with his arms folded staring at the back of the magazine in front of Dante's face.
"oh hello" he said turning to face me.
"I didn't notice you there, my name is Morrison nice to meet you" he held his hand out for me to shake.
"hi im Kayla nice to meet you too" I said sahking his hand.
"shouldn't you greet people who enter your office?" I asked the back of the magazine, Dante moaned from behind the pages, but didn't move the magazine, I sighed and snatched it out of his hands, causing him to glare at me.
"don't be rude" I said folding my arms in mock anger.
"what do you want Morrison" he asked the man, I sighed and returned to the jukebox, knowing that I wasn't going to make Dante any nicer than he was already. I heard an exchange of annoyed words behind me before, Morrison came up behind me.
"what's wrong with it?" he asked resting a hand on my shoulder.
"him" I said pointing to Dante.
"he destroyed it" I sighed at the smirk that appeared on Dante's face.
"let me see" Morrison said gesturing for me to move, I left the machine and walked over to the desk where Dante sat sulking that I had taken his magazine, I felt rather sorry for him but it was his own fault really.
"can I have my magazine back now?" he asked, holding his hand out.
"fine" I said sighing, he took it from me a grin appearing again, but he set it aside as I sat down opposite him.
"how do you know Morrison?" I asked curiously.
"he's an old friend, he sometimes bring me jobs." he said uninterested.
"why did you break the jukebox"? I pointed to the machine and the old man trying to fix it and mumbling annoyed in the process.
"it stopped working" he said shrugging his shoulders.
"cant you control your anger?" I asked, he didn't have an answer for this he just shrugged his shoulders.
After about an hour or so the jukebox was fully restored to its former glory, and Morrison was sitting on the sofa exhausted. I was outside sitting on the steps in front of the office underneath the stone verander, watching the rain pour down from the dark sky behind me Dante stood leaning against the door, silently he had been silent for most of the hour it was strange really.
"this rain is really coming down huh?" I asked looking over my shoulder at him, he looked distracted and slightly upset, and he jumped when he heard my voice.
"what oh yeah it is, maybe we should go inside" he gestured towards the door, I shook my head.
"no I like the rain" I answered, he sighed and sat down beside me, I looked at him as he stared into the sky a far away look in his eye's.
"whats the matter?" I asked returning my gaze to the sky.
"nothing why?" he sounded surprised like he didn't realise he even looked down.
"you look sad" I said, he sighed and shook his head again.
"you can talk to me, I know you don't even know me well, but you can trust me" I said edging closer to him. He jumped when my arm brushed his so I moved away again.
"it reminds me of things I'd rathe forget" his voice was quiet, I could tell he didn't want to talk about it so I didn't ask again I merely returned to watching the skies, I was so transfixed on the sky that I jumped two inches off the steps when he spoke again.
"it was raining, the day I lost everything" he seemed to be talking to himself more than me, not even realising I was still there.
"my mother was killed, my dad disappeared, and my brother abandoned us"
He sighed again running his hands through his hair.
"I'm sorry" I didn't have anything to say, I knew that he was being so open with me and it made me feel so trusted.
"I guess my situation is nothing compared to your past then huh" I said trying to lighten the mood.
He turned a small smile on his face.
"sorry for being so depressing" he appologized standing and offering me his hand I took it and stood, he still looked down to me but he was smiling so I decided to let it go. As we entered the office again Morrison was about to leave.
"are you leaving, nice to meet you" I said shaking his hand he smiled.
"thank you for fixing the jukebox" he smiled again before leaving, that left me and Dante alone again.
Being alone with Dante wasn't all that bad really, ok he was a perv and annoying at times, but he had a softer side I saw it when he spoke about his family, I just needed to bring it out again somehow.