The Devil's Lover novel Chapter 9

"What is going on, Trance? You've never been called to the headmaster's office before in your entire life and now you've been called twice?! This time, you kissed a BOY in public!" My mom rumbled. The noise of her high-pitch voice is hurting my ears.

"Yeah," I simply answered her nonchalantly. That sends her further into rage.

"Can you believe him?!" My mom asked my father furiously. My father lost for words. He is torn in two. Looking into his heart, he is feeling pity towards me for everything that had happened and he thought that what I did at school was probably just me being rebellious. I have this ability ever since I woke up from the coma, you know? I can look into people's heart and know what they're feeling. I also noticed that I am also a lot stronger and faster. William said he had lent me some of the devil's ability to help me get my revenge. I don't know whether it's a blessing or a curse.

My father was about to speak when I stood up abruptly and walks to the door. "Don't worry. Soon, I will not be a burden to you anymore," I said as I open the door and get out into the dark, cold night outside. I heard my mom crying in the arms of my father. Why is she crying? I can't feel bad for what I did or said. I have no soul. How can I feel anything? The best I can do is to ignore them. It's annoying.

I know where I'm heading to. I'm going to William's 'fake' house. He's dangerous and unpredictable but he's the only one I can trust. If he's going to kill me there and then, I would not even care anymore. He should just quickly get rid of that soul of mine. That soul is making me having second thoughts. I hate having second thoughts. I hate the old me. I hate the nice me.

"Trance!" I heard someone calling me as I passed by the field. I turn around and saw Peter huffing for air. He must've jogged to catch up to me just now. I look at him with little interest and put on a face like I was saying 'what do you want?' at him. He looks at me in the eye for a moment, struggling to find a word to say. He opens and closes his mouth repeatedly like there's something he really wanted to say to me but it got choked at his throat. Finding no meaning to stand there waiting, I turn back around quickly to head back to where I was going. "Wait!" Peter called as he grabs my arms and pulls me for a turn to look at him.

"What, Peter? Asking for another push from me?" I said, skeptically, reminding him that I had pushed him back to the lockers a few days back. He is still gripping my wrist tightly.

"I... I'm sorry..." He finally managed to say what he's been trying to say.

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