This chapter I went over a ton of times! So this was chapters 5-7! Please reread and ALL CHAPTERS AFTER THIS IS STILL THE OLD FILES! So please as I asked before bare with me. I am trying my best.
Enjoy
~Orion
Sometimes I wonder why I was put on this planet. I imagine that I would be in the basement of my home with a half demon playing with his weapons. Okay maybe I wasn't playing and it was more like training. A training I completely protested against and thought it would be pointless since I sucked at violence if it wasn't in a video game. Like really I could hardly throw a punch and here I had to train for demon hunting? How sucky was this.
"Just hold it like this. Use both hands, no wait! Point it higher or you'll!"
Too late, I had just shot the lamp that was giving off the only light in my basement. It's been a two days from the time I made up with Dante. In that short amount of time, he came to the fact that I was a helpless idiot and there for needed some way to protect myself when he wasn't around. At first he tried to show me how to use a sword, but once he saw that I fell right over once I picked it up, he moved onto the guns. I completely sucked at handling them. At first every time I lifted it up my hand would shake and I had to use to both hands to top that. Then my aim was totally off! I couldn't hit shit! When I did hit something it ended up being in a completely different direction.
"Man babe, you sure are hopeless."
I turned on a flash light to find the broken glass and clean it up. "Well maybe if you were a better teacher I would have gotten the hang of this by now."
Feel it Dante. Feel the burn to the ego.
"This is coming from someone who can't lift a sword." Dante snorted back.
"Hey! That thing was heavy!"
I pouted at him. He laughed and I rolled my eyes and threw away the broken mess.
"Can we stop now, my mom well be home in an hour." I told him while cleaning up the empty shell casings.
"Sure babe. Still amazes me how a blind woman can be a lawyer."
Yes, over the past two days I told Dante about my mom and family. Well maybe not everything but enough that he would understand. Also for two days I've been sleeping in the same room as him, after making it clear that he slept on the floor while I slept in my beaten up bed. Leaning him upstairs we had a messy debate on how he uses all the towels when he takes a shower, he again ended up winning for promising to not take a shower for a week and smell up my room. Once we got to our happy corner of heaven he went into the bathroom and once again took a shower while I ordered pizza.
The way he eats pizza; it a wonder how he hasn't turned into a pizza pie.
Over the past two days demons have been destroying everything. People were found dead in weird positions; body parts being found miles apart; and people being found eaten. The cops were going nuts and people were reporting 'strange creatures'. Of course there were so nut jobs said it was aliens or some kind government experiments which broke loose. Now I really know I shouldn't judge them but I think it was because I knew the truth that people seem a little crazy for me. Dante enjoyed it however saying how 'It's just like back home, damn what a fine place that was' and I would stare at him like he is crazy. As for my dreams they kept getting weirder.
Going into my room I leaned on my bed. I changed my sheets the night we made up; it made the bed somewhat normal looking. I even managed to fix my pillow which became pillows. I sewed up both ends of the pillow so I had two small ones. Grabbing the phone from my bullet wound dresser I dialed and called for a pizza with everything on it but olives.
Dante came out of the shower a few minutes later. Once again he had the nerve to enter my room in nothing but a towel. This guy; even if we were friends he always used my towel freaking freeloader he could be.
"Did you order the Pizza?" Dante asked sitting on my bed. I nearly flipped! He was getting my bed wet.
Putting my feet on his bad I tried to push him off my bed. "Yes I did now get off the bed." Dante didn't move.
"How long ago?" He started drying off his hair sending droplets everywhere.
This guy. "About ten minutes ago. Get off." No matter how much I pushed he wasn't getting off my bed.
"Call them back." Dante demanded.
"Bite me!" I told him.
A grin formed on his fact and I knew I shouldn't have said that. He made a move towards me and I rolled off the bed. This bastard would seriously do it if I hadn't moved just to fuck with me. Like where did he come off being to cheeky? No wonder why women rejected him or shot him in the face. He asked for it! I ended up hearing him complain how pizzas shouldn't take longer than fifteen minutes to be delivered and when forty-five minutes passed I nearly had to cover my ears with the pillows to shut him out. Then he threated to flash me if I didn't call back so like a wimp I called.
"Hello, yes I just made and order…. You're backed up? Oh, there was an accident. Well thank you and yes I still want my order."
I turned over to Dante.
"Looks like you'll have to wait, car accident."
He just groaned in frustration. "Damn it all."
I rolled my eyes. He could act like such a child. I swear if he didn't have me he would be a completely lost puppy in this world. Which was something funny; he was amazed to know that demons weren't an everyday thing here and that the "church" wasn't some freak show that really worshiped a demon. The doorbell ringed and Dante hurried me to answer it; I told him to be dressed by the time I got upstairs but shocking when I answered the door. It wasn't the pizza men. I came face to face with a cop and all I could think about was that someone saw Dante hunting a demon and saw him come back to the house.
"Are you Mrs. Crystal Spring?"
I shook my head no. "I'm her daughter."
The cop looked down as if trying to find the right words. "So your father is Mathew Spring."
I raised an eyebrow. This was weird; dad was a clean cut kind of guy. Why would a cop being coming to the house about him. "Yes." I answered.
"There was an accident about a half hour ago, a man with his ID was found. He was also… pronouns dead at the scene."
A smile formed on my face. Someone was playing a cold trick. My father wasn't going to be home for two more days.
"He wasn't my father. My father is still at Tokyo Japan. He doesn't come home till Monday."
The cop sighed and pulled out a picture, he looked at it then to me. "The man had this on him."
He handed me the picture which was burnt in the corner. As I gazed at it my eyes tear up. It was a picture of my mom, dad and I at Disney World for my sixteenth birthday. Biting my lower lip I faced the cop again.
"Thank you, I believe I have to call my mother." I told him.
"I'm sorry for your lost. Good day."
As I closed the door I wasn't sure if this was just a dream. Did this really happened after all which went down over the past few days. This couldn't be real. This really couldn't; to not have my father. I felt them; the tears forming.
"About time you showed up with the-"
Dante stopped and stared at me; probably startled by my tears. "You ok babe? What happened?"
I choked back a sob. "That was a police officer. He said-he said my father was just involved in a car accident. I have to call my mother."
I walked over to the phone in small quick steps. Taking a few quick breaths I grabbed the phone and started dialing the number to my mom's cellphone. I thought about how to tell her as the phone rang but nothing came to mind. How do you tell someone their husband died? Just when I thought the phone would ring forever she picked up.
"Mom?" I spoke softly.
"Amy?" I could hear her sigh. "You know you shouldn't call me at work. I am very busy right now."
I listened her to telling me how I shouldn't call her here; that she was meeting an important client at the moment. I couldn't let her rant on; she needed to know and needed to know now.
"Dad died." I blurted out suddenly. I heard the line go silent. There was a muffled sounded of movement and a quick 'hold on a minute' to whomever she was talking to. I wish I didn't have to do this; why couldn't the police talked to her first?
"Repeat that Amy." Mom's voice was dry; as if she became suddenly trusty.
"The police came; there was a car accident. The officer said dad was coming home but he didn't make it mom." I tried so hard to keep my voice from cracking but it did anyway. Mom was once again quiet for a moment.
"I'll be right over." With that she hung up.
"Amy?" Dante called to me.
I looked up to him. A little surprised that he knew when it was the right time to call someone by their name.
"I'm sorry." I felt Dante place a hand on my shoulder. Using my sleeve I tried to wipe away my tears.
"It's so weird. The last few days have been so different from what I am use to. I never thought this would happen."
"No one does. Believe me, no one does."
I called back the pizzeria right after and cancelled the pizza. Going up to my room I quickly changed into a pair of jeans and a plain t-shirt. Dante went up to the roof. I asked him to come with my mom and I to the hospital in case any demons decided to pop up; he agreed to ninja behind us in the cab when we left. My mom wasted no time in getting home. She was quick to enter the house and call me down stairs. The first thing she did was call the nearest hospital to make sure the body was there for identification. She looked so strong; like a brick wall. Maybe because I was there and she thought she had to be strong for me. However she did it she amazed me.
"Crystal Spring." My mom gave her name on the phone and the information about my dad and who she was to him. I watched her talk on the phone before a suddenly confusion appeared across her face. She gave a quick thank you and hung up the phone.
"What's wrong mom?" I asked.
"There was another person in the car with your father. A child was found, he lived." I blinked. A child? Why would my father have a child with him?
"I'll be in my room to get ready to go." She went upstairs and left me to my thoughts.
Why on earth would there be a child with my father? Was it a relative he forgot to say who was coming to visit? Maybe he was running the boss's kid to a baseball game. I didn't understand why there would be anyone else with him. As soon as my mom came back downstairs we were in the cab on our way to the hospital. I watched her expression; it did not once lose the confusion it held minutes earlier. She didn't understand why either. I am sure if she knew she would have told me by now. This was the sick twisted world everyone warned me about as a child.
When we final arrive at the hospital things got more default. It was nearly impossible to get someone to help us. The nurses were running everywhere and I couldn't caught one to save my life. Finally my mom had enough and as soon as she heard someone walk by she grabbed them; luckily it was a doctor and she managed to talk him into helping us. They asked the usual dumb questions of course.
Oh yes! The in order for world peace they had to know my mother's mother maiden name, dumb asses.
"Mrs. Spring?" The doctor started. "Please follow me."
While walking he gave us some background on the kid. "The child has a slight concussion, but should be alright. We didn't think anyone could live through a crash like that."
The child is a boy around 12.
"We looked at his blood work and your son should be fine."
My mom and I stopped walking.
Son?
"Sir, that child isn't my son…" My mom said. "But he and your husband, the boy is you husband's son."
I saw the pained look on my mom's face. To believe he would really do it. I remember when I was younger and he had problems with my mom but to think he really did it. I wondered what kind of pain my mom was really going through right now.
"What is the boy's name?"
"James Spring. I'm sorry, I didn't know." My mom cut him off before he could say more. "Take me to the child. I have no reason to have a grudge against him."
The doctor nodded and led us to the room. When we entered the room we saw a boy playing chess with a nurse, and he was kicking her ass.
"James." The doctor called.
The boy looked up at us, brown hair like my own, with gray eyes. If it weren't for the eyes he would look just like my dad, for he even had the flecks going across the nose and cheeks like my dad.
His eyes looked at each and every one of us, and then rested on me.
"Has my sister come to get me?"
His sister; so he was expecting me all along. I wondered if dad told him about me; he had too, he seemed so-so familiar. I couldn't explain it. My mom slowly stepped forward. When she was sure she was near the bed, she reached out and touched the child's head. She kneed down a little and asked her question, sweetly and warmly.
"Who is your sister dear?" James stared at her for a moment then back to me. "Amy. My sister's name is Amy."
My mom rose and turned around.
"She is here. Don't worry." She walked over to me and the doctor. "I wish to speak with you." She told him, and walked out with him following. Sometimes, I think my mom never went blind.
"Amy?" I looked back at the small boy. A smile was on his face.
"I finally get to meet you." Not knowing what to do I nod. "Well I better go so you two can bond."
With that the nurse left. Walking over to the boy, I looked at the chess board. "You like chess?" I asked. James nod. "Yes, father and I played it a lot when he comes to visit. He was never any good though, but at least he was better than the nurse."
Picking up a chest piece I made a move that cornered his queen with the knight and rook. The boy's eyes lit up.
"So you know how to play. That's a move the nurse and father would have never seen." I smiled at his happy face.
"In 5th grade I use to play for the schools chess team." James smile grew even larger. "Then you should be fun to play with, I play for in the Junior Chess Championships."
I couldn't help but giggle at his excitement. Maybe I could get use to having a baby brother much better than I thought. "So when you get out of here we'll have ourselves a real chess match."
My mom then walked back into the room. She told me because I was put as his second guardian if anything happen only I could take him out of the hospital. Which I did while my mom questioned the boy on who his mother was and where he lived. It turned out that every time my dad said he had to go to Tokyo he was really seeing James. James mother died when he was five and he been living with his grandparent since then. About 2 weeks ago, he grandma died so my father went to get him. Damn you dad.
I could tell my mom was heartbroken, but that would never stop her from loving my father; till this day I well never understand how she could be with him after all his bullshit. On the way out of the hospital James would always run behind me or to the other side of me when a person walked by. Weird little kid he was. Mature too. Once outside I saw Dante, looking like a jackass, trying to pick up a girl at the bus stop. I thanked the stars he didn't have his sword on him otherwise he would just look like a huge cosplay freak.
Wait she's flirting back! I couldn't help but watch the scene even more now.
Dante stood there with a grin on his face hitting on this girl, while I'm 20 feet away from him waiting for a cab. My eye twitched. For some reason I felt angry with him, but more angry at the girl for flirting back with him. Next thing I knew she game him her number on a piece of paper and went on the bus. Dante stood there grinning, in till he saw my pissed off face, the he just turned around. James seems to notice this for he looked at Dante then looked up at me.
"Is that a friend, Amy?" I looked down at him, so did my mom.
"No…" With that he shrugged. We went into the cab on went our way home. Seems there well are a lot of questions, along with screaming, that well happen once we get there.
When we got home, my mom went to the phone. I knew she had a lot to get planed and a lot of people to call so it would be best to leave her. James had nothing; for everything was lost in the crash.
"Amy, where's your room?" He asked nicely. It was weird. He acted as if he knew me his whole life.
Dad, what did you tell this kid?
"Come on, I'll take you there." With that I led him to my room; he was puzzled by the sheet but even more bewildered by my bed.
"What happened to it?" James asked softly.
"That would be my fault kid." James quickly turned to the window at the sound of Dante's voice. "Amy I thought you said he wasn't your friend?" James questioned.
"He's not. He's just a pain the butt." I stated.
"That's real cold babe, especially when I sleep with you every night."
I cheeks went red at that lie and James turned to me with wide eyes. "He's lying! He sleeps on the floor."
Now poor James was confused. You just had to enter now, didn't you Dante?
"Amy, please explain." James spoke softly. Sighing I knew I would have to start from the beginning. How I hated my life.
