I Want To Be Good

by Kane Hunter

Abe Slifer is your average teenage guy. Well, not really. He's a demon! As if his life couldn't get any worse, he's actually a girl! One day he decides to quit being evil and become good, and where does he go to learn that? To the Charmed ones!

18. That Really Hurt

After dinner, Billie arrived home. I felt my stomach twist. I wasn't ready. "Billie.." I began as she ate her leftover dinner. She raised an eyebrow. "Yeah?" she asked, her voice a little higher then usual. I wanted to die, literally. "Do you think we can, um..talk when you're done?" I asked nervously. "We can talk now if you want." she said. Luckily, it was just me and her in the kitchen.

"I haven't been honest with you.." I began, which caused Billie to frown. She didn't say anything though. "I'm not..who you really think I am.." I paused. "You really are a demon, aren't you?" she guessed. My heart stung. "No..I mean..Dammit this is so hard!" I shouted, not knowing how to say it. I sighed. "I'll just show you.." I said. I took my shirt off, revealing my bra and undershirt. "I'm..A girl.." I whispered, saying girl as if it were poison.

Billie's jaw dropped as she dropped her utensils. "What?" Was all that came out of her mouth. "Everyone else knows.." I added. Billie stood up. Before I could say anything, her hand connected with my right cheek. Slap! I fell to the ground, yes, it hurt that much. "I can't believe you! How could you trick me like this!? Did you trick us into thinking you were GOOD, too!?" She shouted angrily. I rubbed my cheek, the pain stinging. "I can explain.." I began softly. Billie glared, her eyes stone cold, yet revealing all the pain I just created. "Don't bother. I'm not speaking to you, you bastard!" She shouted. Her words were like razors piercing through me. Piercing my skin, and most of all, my beating heart. "Billie.." my voice cracked. She walked out of the house, leaving me on the suddenly cold, hard floor.

That's when it happened. I felt myself being torn away. Anger bottled up inside me. All the anger and pain intoxicated me. I couldn't breathe properly, and I felt my hands clench my chest. Many thoughts entered my mind. Evil thoughts. I felt myself losing consciousness. I wanted to shout for help, but my throat was shut tight. The last thing I remembered was hitting the floor with a thud.