The Angel and The Devil

Desire is an angel. Nessie is a devil. Neither of them fit where their supposed to. But when a chance encounter brings them together, they can't help but notice their similarities. Becoming best friends, they decide to switch titles- and lives. But the punishment if their discovered is as severe as it can get. Will they be able to keep their secret or will they be shunned by their families for the rest of their lives?


18. Discovering Secrets

"Nessie's POV:

 Something just doesn't seem write. Desire and Mr. Howel look just alike. Maybe it's just because-

  "Nessie!" Des hisses from the side of her mouth.

  "Hm?" I ask quietly watching the detectives go out of the room for a break.

  "How are we going to get out of here?" she asks nervously.

  "I-" I freeze suddenly thinking about what Howel said about Desire's punishment. "I don't think there is a way out."

  I start crying. This isn't happening. It can't be.

  "I know. I was just hoping you had thought of something other then......" she trails off and then starts crying with me.

 We sit there and try to stop for about 20 minutes. Finally, after we're done, we sit there and talk about what happened to D'Ablo to get our minds off of things.

  The door swings open and in comes Mr. Howel & Mr. Joel. They take their seats and Mr. Howel starts talking.

 "So, where were we?" he says with a smirk on his face. I know he wants to talk about the death sentence but I don't

 "We were talking about how much you and Desire look alike." I smile at him. Desire gives me another what-did-you-just-say-even-though-it's-kind-of-true look, but I fire back a play-along-because-it-might-just-save-your-life look.

  He chuckles. "You really think so, huh? Well, I'll tell you something. There's a good explanation for that." he eyes Desire with a look I can't quite read, and then continues.

  "So the death sentence. I think you know what you did, and why you earned it." he says to Desire, laughing at her.

  "Why are you changing the subject?" she asks nervously but strongly.

  "I don't know, Desire, why am I?" he says staring straight at her. She turns her head and gives me a 'help me' look.

   "So tell us, Howel. What are you doing here?" I ask because it might have been a stupid question, but it was the first thing I thought of.

  "It's my job." he says sending me an angry glare.

  "Desire, do you think he looks like you? I do." I try, stalling so Howel won't bring up the death sentence.

  "I-" she starts. "I don't kn-"

  "Desire. That seems like a name that I would come up with." Mr. Howel says cutting her off. We both look at him confused.

  "What are you talking about?" she blurts out.

 "I don't know, Desire Howel, what am I talking about?" he smirks.

  We both gasp. Did he just say......?

  "Yes, I'm your father. Your probably wondering how, aren't you?" he asks.

  She slowly shakes her head yes.

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