Devil Takes the Hindmost, chapter 7
TOBIAS'S POV
My pounding head hits the pillow, soft and comforting at the very least. It feels like my eyes are going to droop soon, but I manage to keep them open. I turn on my side and prop my elbow up, facing Eric at the computer. He types quickly, his fingers flying over the keyboard. I barely understood how he could keep it up for hours. I had asked him to do this, but it still surprises me he could keep it up.
Its two hours past midnight, and we still haven't told my Dad Eric was sleeping over. Not that it mattered much. He never really cared in the first place.
My mom left us when I was a kid, leaving me at the mercy of my father. A rich bastard who didn't deserve everything he had, and didn't even care at all about me. His only son. My mom left because she was certain "There has to be more out there." Not that leaving her son behind was more worth it. My father never cared about me like my mother, but obviously she didn't care enough to raise me properly. Sure, it might've bugged me a bit he didn't care if I was dead or drunk; but it doesn't matter anymore. Nothing really did. Except one certain blonde, narrow skinny girl who still won't give me the time of day.
"Tobias, it's been three hours, can I sleep now?" Eric grumbles. He was only human after all. I can't expect him to carry on much longer, even if I was giving him a refuge. Eric didn't come from such a nice home, the back alleys. He was my main man, right behind Uriah. They were similar in height and build, but Eric was a whole lot stronger, and a hell of a lot smarter. This was useful this time, as we were trying to break into Beatrice's Facebook account. Who knew it was possible? After two hours of re-sending friend requests, I started to get desperate. I had called Eric over three hours ago, asking him to try and break into her account. As a hacker, he had the skills I needed. But so far, he's been having trouble.
"Not yet, Eric." I groan, covering my head with my pillow, smothering my face with the soft material. This still wasn't working. My plan to make Beatrice jealous still wasn't underway, as I was being a softie, trying to make amends. Though at this rate, I was prepared to message Allison, my ex. We had one of those turn on, turn off relationships, and I always had her number on speed dial. Once I think about it, Allison sort of looked like Beatrice. Same narrow stature, but Allison had beautiful violet eyes, and a darker shade of blonde hair. I could call her up again…
"Got it!"
His words attract my attention and I see her profile, everything in plain sight. A grin works its way on my face as I tackle Eric from behind. "Eric, you genius!" I yell. I grab his head in a headlock and jam my fist into his hair, noogie style. He laughs, and easily frees himself from my grasp. Chuckling, he hands me the mouse and pats me on the back. His eyes have blue bags under them, and he seemed ready to collapse. "Go ahead. I'll be crashing on your bed, so sleep on the floor, rich boy." And with that, he grabs a green blanket, rich and trimmed with gold, and flops onto the bed. It takes only two minutes for his breath to become quiet and steady. His snores begin to echo in the stilled silence after ten minutes.
I spend almost all night on the profile; looking at her movies…friends…she only had a few. Christina Dowes…Will Lataveer…and Albert? I used to be his friend, until high school. We had been the thickest of thieves, until we reached grade nine. He naturally drifted away as I gained popularity and status. Huh. Poor bastard.
Shaking it from my mind, I knock out at around 5 am, and school started at 10. Good enough. I can be a few hours late. When you were Marcus Eaton's son, you can get away with anything. Browsing through her favorite songs, I picked one that attracted me instantly. "My Angel put the Devil in Me."
"So, now my dear I'm 'aint the girl you knew.
Cause the Angel's got Heaven, but I get you
The tree of life grows tall, you see
My bad, bad Angel, you put the Devil in me!"
Such an angel, Beatrice Prior is. I could easily qualify as the Devil. I'll be the devil in her, after I get to her. I can imagine so many ways she'll be mine. After I manage to break her. But you can only break an Angel as long as you break her wings. And I plan to do exactly that. With my dear Allison, and the games we play, she'll be broken to bits. And she'll be mine.