Page 33 of Satan's Son

Chapter 13

Ethan had been gone longer than I would have liked. It wasn’t as if I was missing the grumpy piece of work. I was just bored! Completely and utterly bored! I thought I had been lying on this bed for hours, if not days. In Hell, there is no way of telling the time. So, I had no idea just how long I had been bored.

The longer I was here, the more I wanted to leave, and I didn’t mean just leave my room. No, I wanted to leave altogether. I was sick of being in Hell. I was sick of walking around trying to help people and failing miserable to the point where Ethan would have to take over.

I twirled a loose strand of hair in my fingers. Ethan was also a challenge. I was slowly coming to terms with the fact that he was extremely attractive and that I may have a crush on him.

I groaned, finally admitting it to myself. I hadn’t ever really had a crush before. Of course, I would crush on the one guy who found me more annoying than a fly.

My mouth just wouldn’t stop when I was around him, and I found myself looking more like an idiot than ever.

The most depressing thing was that I was actually trying not to be dumb. But I found myself doing the dumbest things, making me the definition of dumb.

“You in there?” Ethan knocked on my door, and I jumped in surprise. I was grateful he couldn’t read minds or any of that other freaky stuff.

Leaning over, I twisted the doorknob, letting the door swing open. “No, I’m in my other room.”

“Snappy as always.” Ethan stepped in. “Like what you’ve done to the place.”

“I know, it’s amazing how my presence can improve the room so quickly,” I snapped. “So, what did your dad want?”

Ethan’s dad had summoned Ethan to speak to him in private. Clearly, he was just saying that I wasn’t allowed to tag along, which I had been making a habit of. Well, it wasn’t like I had anything else to do!

Ethan looked awkwardly at the floor; I automatically knew something was wrong.

“You’re pulling that face, what happened?”

“I don’t pull a face.” Ethan scrunched his nose. “You’re the one with the face.”

“Stop avoiding the question. What did your dad want? And why couldn’t I come?”

I had to admit I was a bit pissed off when I couldn’t go with Ethan because that meant I was stuck in this stupid room.

“You aren’t meant to be leaving your room,” Ethan reminded me. “You’re only meant to be going to guide and then back. You’re meant to be punished, remember?”

“Oh, please, I don’t punish you!” I waved it off. Ethan and his self-pity parties!

“You don’t see me breaking your stuff, ruining your collection of books, or annoying the sanity out of you.”

“Is this about your clock again?” I rolled my eyes, waiting for his rant to end. Honestly, him and that clock!

“The clock was just one of the things your unnaturally long legs broke. I’m talking about the picture frame you knocked off the wall and I had to take the blame for yesterday.”

Oh, that. Well, to be fair, it was Ethan’s fault. He had pushed me, and I tripped over my foot and landed against the wall, accidently knocking the frame off the wall. It fell to the ground and just shattered everywhere.

Of course, knowing my luck, someone rounded the corner only seconds later. Being the adult I am, I stood up and was quick to point the finger at Ethan. “He did it.”

“Well, you didn’t get in trouble, did you?” I reminded him. “Now what did your dad want?”

Ethan had a habit of taking the conversation in another direction when he didn’t want to answer a question. He did this regularly and most of the time I would let it go, but this time was different. The whole time I had been here, Ethan’s dad hadn’t summoned him once. This told me it was something important.

“It was about you.” Ethan kept his eyes locked on the floor. “And your stay here.”

“My stay here?” I arched an eyebrow. “You call it a ‘stay’? It’s imprisonment.”

Ethan let out a long sigh. I knew he wanted to retort but he didn’t.

“Okay, Ethan, spill it. What’s going on?”

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