Page 47 of Satan's Son

Chapter 20

“I didn’t lie!”

“So, you just failed to mention it then?” I snapped at Ethan, as he blankly denied doing anything wrong.

“No, I just didn’t see the importance of it.” He looked at me with a challenging grin. “Come on. Addison, you are making something out of nothing.”

I pressed a finger firmly on his chest. “You made me think years and years had passed and that I would never see anyone I knew again. You made me think everyone I loved was dead!”

“Well, they are dead to you, because I hate to remind you, Addison, but you are dead!” He looked frustrated and angry, and I just didn’t care. A normal person might, but as Ethan continually reminded me, I was not normal.

“I love it.” Archie clapped his hands together. Both mine and Ethan’s heads snapped in his direction. “It’s like breakfast and a show.” He grinned.

“Who the hell told you that you could eat my cornflakes?” I narrowed my eyes at him. This man, or should I say ‘old living beast thing,’ was going to eat all my food and I was going to go hungry.

“He’s a guest, Addison, don’t be rude,” Ethan chimed in and went to join Archie at the table.

“Not my guest,” I muttered.

“You really aren’t friendly, are you?” Archie pointed a spoon at me.

“Didn’t anyone tell you it is rude to point spoons at people?” I asked.

“Ethan, I have to ask, why did you give this naturally nasty person a second chance at life?” Archie completely ignored me and turned to his oldest and closest friend.

“Maybe he likes me,” I challenged him.

“No one was talking to you, Addison,” Archie replied.

“Well, no one invited you here!” I cried.

“Really, again with that?” he laughed.

“Can you kick him out already or at least take this meet-up down to the senior citizens’ club?” I asked Ethan.

“Don’t we have class?” Ethan made a point to get up and act as if we were actually going there.

“Oh, hell to the no!” I was not going to school. This second life thing was boring me to an early death. “I’m done with that.”

“No, you aren’t!” Ethan’s black eyes tried but failed to intimidate me.

“You can’t make me go. You can’t make me do anything.”

I knew that for a fact. He couldn’t even get me to wash the dishes, so what chance did he have of making me go to school?

“I’m sick of this whole second life thing. I want to go back to haunting people,” I told him.

“You never haunted anyone.” Ethan laughed.

“Not true. I scared that old guy, you know, the one missing the teeth.” I clicked my fingers, trying to recall a name.

Ethan rolled his eyes. “You didn’t scare him; a heart attack scared him.”

“And who helped bring on that heart attack?”Yeah, Ethan, counter that.

“His body did.”

“I did.”

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