Page 4 of Satan's Son

Chapter 2

“Hell!” I cocked my head to the side. “You’re full of shit!”

“You are wasting my time!” He flung the book he’d been reading at the woman standing behind me. “Take her away.”

This time, I wasn’t quick enough to dodge her as she wrapped her slim hand around my upper arm and began to pull me away.

“Where are you taking me?” I tugged on my arm, trying to loosen her grip, but again it was pointless.

“To your room.” She glanced sideways at me. “Stop fighting me.”

“If I was fighting you, you would be on your butt,’’ I snapped. “What room?”

“Your room. Where you will be spending the rest of eternity. Well, that is, when you get free time.”

“Eternity?” I frowned. “Spare time?”

The woman let out a low sigh and continued to pull me down the poorly lit, narrow hall. My arm kept brushing up against the cold wall.

“Isn’t Hell meant to be hot?” I asked, immediately realizing what I had said and how stupid this whole thing was.

“No,” she replied coolly and came to a stop at a small thin door. Letting go of my hand, she pulled a long silver key from her pocket and slid it into the keyhole.

“This is your room. Your instructor will be with you as soon as they can and then your shift will begin.” She opened the small door widely and handed me the key. “You only get one key. Lose it and that’s it.”

She turned and began to walk back up the corridor.

“Wait!” I yelled after her. “What do I do?”

She didn’t reply, just kept walking away. Well, that was rude. I glanced back down at the key in my hand and flipped it over. I was known for losing, misplacing, and breaking things.

This key didn’t stand a chance with me.

Slowly, I walked into the room and closed the long thin door. Well, what a surprise; the room was small and thin, too.

A single bed took up one side, and a small bench stood next to the wall with a lamp on it. I opened the tiny closet and found three empty shelves.

Well, isn’t this just swell?

I was now the proud resident of a matchbox; someone break out the champagne! But don’t open the bottle in here. The cork might take out the tiny light that hung from the ceiling.

What had I ever done to deserve this?

Oh, right! The arson, theft, and public damage. To be fair, the public damage was to a school statue of the principal. Who the hell goes and spends all the school’s money on a statue of himself and then makes a garden around it?

Because who needs sporting equipment when we can all go and sit around the statue and have a good time?

I was charged with theft when I stole the gas can from the gardening shed at school. Hey, you can’t set something on fire if you don’t have the tools!

I threw myself down on the small bed and stared up at the boring ceiling. So, this was the afterlife!

I now understood why it was called the ‘afterlife,’ because you got stuck with this after you lived a full, happy, do-whatever-you-want life.

Well, I’d just gotten screwed over!I am only nineteen! Nineteen, I tell you!

What a sick twisted world! My life had ended at the hands of a Volvo driver.

Bloody Volvo drivers!

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