Page 31 of Satan's Son

“You say that a lot, don’t you?” Natasha asked Ethan.

“He does, all the time!” I nodded. “It’s always, ‘Addison, shut up. Addison, don’t touch that. Addison, put that down. Addison, walk quicker. Addison, stop playing with people’s things. Addison, don’t mimic me.’” I rolled my eyes.

Natasha broke out in laughter. “You are much funnier than I expected.”

“Expectations are always misleading. For example, you would expect Ethan to be sweet and charming. Instead, you get, well, Ethan,” I replied.

“So, you two are getting along well then?” Elizabeth interrupted. She looked at Ethan. “Last time we spoke, you were complaining about how much you argued.”

I am totally calling him ‘Mommy’s boy’ once we get out of here. This will give me an endless supply of comebacks.

“She is tolerable.” Ethan shrugged his shoulders uncomfortably. What else had he told his family about me?

Ethan

Addy was doing it on purpose. I gritted my teeth and tried to ignore her. All evening, she had made it her mission to annoy me. I was being repaid for saying I wanted to put her on a lead.

“And this is Ethan’s old room.” Natasha opened a door, and I quickly snapped back to the moment. We were giving Addy a tour of my parents’ house.

“Addy, don’t you dare,” I started but she had already entered.

“Wow, Ethan, did you have a thing for turtles or what?”

I gritted my teeth and counted back from ten. It didn’t help that Natasha kept telling Addy stories. Did she not understand that Addy had a memory like an elephant?

After tonight, Addy would have an endless supply of humiliation on me.

“Natasha, Mother is calling you,” I lied from outside the room. Like the blonde she was, she quickly fluttered out and went to find Mom.

Working quickly, I entered my old room and grabbed Addy by the arm.

“Come on, we’re leaving.”

“Took you long enough.” Addy smirked. “I thought you would be dragging me out of here once Natasha mentioned your long showers.”

“She did what?” I yelled, but by the evil gleam in Addy’s eyes, I knew she was lying.

“Got ya,” she chuckled.

“What did your parents do to you that you became so twisted?” I asked.

“You know, you aren’t the first person to ask that question.” Addy laughed.

“I wonder why,” I muttered under my breath.

All in all, I guess the night hadn’t gone that bad. I thought it would be good for Addy to see other people who were living in Hell. Somehow, the whole evening had been focused on me and reliving the most embarrassing parts of my childhood.

And Addy had enjoyed every embarrassing detail.

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