The Mysterious Demon Book 2 novel Chapter 24

-Dominic-

"Hold on Dominic!"

Like a sister. That's what she was to me. She understood the feelings I didn't have to explain. She made me experience what I had always wanted as a child. Away from the bullying, away from the people who thought I was too boyish to be a girl but too girly to be a boy. That my eyes were too ghoulish. My strength a flaw.

"You'll be okay!"

Of course, I was. Although she had made me think I could finally be normal that I could finally fit in and be accepted- who would want that anyway? Hah, I was crazy to become so comfortable around something...something so peaceful.

"Breathe! They're going to help you!"

Arthur had always raised me to be cautious about everyone. I never had friends, I had enemies so that instruction became an instinct to me and although we laughed, although we did our make up together, although we watched movies together, although we walked and danced together, I carried a gun on my waistband.

And when I saw her draw her gun, pointing it right at me despite hugging me only moments before, I knew. I watched her shoot before, she was accurate, she was precise. She was better than me at shooting it despite her telling me through a smiling face that she hadn't done it before. It was a lie of course but sometimes you like to hope.

Regardless, I knew that I had to protect the people I loved and if it was her that they had to be protected from then I wouldn't hesitate. For their sake, I was prepared to shoot the one person who felt like the first female friend I had ever had. For their sake, I shot her first.

I saw it, when I pulled the trigger, the fear that ran through her eyes, the tremble in her hands, the glance she took at Blake and how she was about to redirect her aim but I stepped forward and caught her attention again. She shot less than a second after me but it was out of fear.

She wasn't a liar.

She had told me that her father forced her to join his gang, that she was forced to see people killed and that she hated it. I watched her breakdown whilst describing how she had to sit through people being burned, being stabbed, being shot. She was tortured by watching others. It was a punishment her father gave her for wanting to escape and that punishment continues every time she remembers their faces of pain and agony.

She was the exact opposite of me. An Angel she was, wanting to escape the hell she was trapped in while I was a Demon comfortable in my ring. She healed those imprisoned by her father when he wasn't around while I beat those who stood against me.

'My father's gang couldn't just accept a defeat from people like you,' she had said. If I were to guess he probably wanted her and Jordan to come to us on purpose. He probably told her that destroying us would finally set her free.

And I told her I would help her.

That fearful look that stained her face as my bullet hit her chest, will forever be engraved in my head, in my heart.

Her bullet had hit my stomach at that time. I guess it was only fair. A life for a life.

When she collapsed I stumbled towards her, "I'm sorry," I had said and she shook her head, her eyes slowly closing.

"Thank you.." her voice delicate and almost at a whisper, "Thank you for giving me the freedom my father never did,"

And like that, my sister was gone.

I leaned against Blake, having a hard time standing, as he kept reassuring me that people were on their way and that I'd be helped soon. His voice was desperate and panicked though. We were at a loss as well and we both knew it. Both of our hands on top of the bullet wound that wouldn't stop bleeding.