One Way Ticket from Hell

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  • Published: 14 Apr 2018
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My live has always been a hell – and, I’m not exaggerating, I don’t have any teenage-crisis. I mean, Hell, literary. I live on the suburbs, you know, a dim and gloomy place called the Valley of Destruction, and my mom is a demon specialised in tempting our dear neighbours from above – from Earth. She’s really good at it – there are many of diplomas and statues for The Demon of the Year and even some for The Demon of Century. She has even a mug with bright red letter saying “A one-way trip to Hell”. But, if it comes to tempting humans, I must say I’m the best prove she’s good.
My name is Abandon – yes, after this Abandon, mum’s a real fan of him – I’m sixteen years old and I’m a half-demon.

Entered in the monster story marathon, category: a love story.


2. I Meet My Dad

“What’s the hell?!”

These are the first words my dad says after he opens the door and sees me on the porch. He eyes me up and down, his eyes getting wider and wider with every second and his jaw dropping almost to the floor. So he recognised me.

Maybe I have human genes, but demonic genes are stronger. I look like a male, teenage version of my mother. I have her deep blue eyes – too deep and too intense for a human – and her dark blue hair. My teeth normally are kind of pointy, somewhat like vampire’s tusks, but the dentist down in Hell ground them to have a more human-like shape. My nails, which normally are sharp like claws, now are short and round.

“Hi,” I say. Maybe it’s not the best thing to tell after you appeared on your father’s doorstep after sixteen years of no contact at all, with a backpack and a suitcase.

“Oh my God,” he gasps.

I roll my eyes, “C’mon, leave the man alone.”

It was supposed to be a joke, but we don’t laugh. We keep staring at each other – I also examine his features, looking for the young handsome man I saw on the photo. But he’s older. Like sixteen years older. He’s not that muscular anymore, his hair has a bit of gray shade to it, and he’s wearing a blue polo shirt.

“Are you going to let me in or what?” I ask, slightly irritated. Well, maybe I haven’t expected him to be overjoyed with my visit, but, holly hell, he’s my father! And I’m sure the ambassadors have informed him about my arrival.

Some part of me wishes my mother was here, but she has already left, she couldn’t be late for work. But I won’t admit I feel rather uneasy here, on Earth, alone – I’m sixteen, I’m half-demon, I’m too proud.

“So, you... really... Oh...” he mumbles.

Humans are said not to be very bright. Now I know why.

“Yeah, I’m really there.”

I hear footstep, then behind my father there appears a woman with a messy ginger hair, in a pink jumper and fluffy slippers. She seems to be as old as my dad.

“It’s him, honey?” she ask with a smile.

She walks toward us, pushes my father aside, extends her arms toward me and pulls me into a hug.

I have no idea how to react.

“So you’re his lover now?” I somehow untangle myself from her embrace.

“I’m his wife, honey! Your stepmom!” she smiles at me happily. I have no idea why. Maybe she’s a great actress, but she really looks like she’s happy to see me. “It’s so great your mother has finally let you come here and visit us! I believe every child has right to known their dad! And, well – Robert, what are you doing? Let’s show him around.”

I’m pulled inside the house. She’s somehow managed to grasp my hand and now is leading me through a spacious living room to a sunny kitchen. My dad stays somewhere behind with my luggage.

“Let’s take a look at you,” she finally lets go of my hand. “Oh, my, your eyes are so blue! Are you wearing contacts?”

“No, it’s just... kind of a genetic... eh...”

“And your hair! My daughter is going to beg me to let her dye her hair now!” she shakes her head, but keeps smiling.

“Your what?”

“My daughter. Your younger step-sister!”, she explains. “She’ll be so happy, she always wanted a big brother! Her name is Amanda. And, by the way, can I call you Lu?”

My fathers enters the kitchen and looks at us as if he saw a ghost.

“My name’s Abandon. Ab for short,” I tell his wife.

Her eyes gets wide, but then she burst into laughter.

“Oh, right, you teens and your heavy-metal bands,” she laughs. My father looks terrified. “All right, Louis. Call me Laura,” she looks at her watch, “Oh my, it’s so late! I’d really like to stay, but I have to go to work. I’m a teacher, you know?” she keeps smiling, and I wonder if her facial muscles don’t hurt. “Feed him and show him the guest room, Rob. You have some chicken in the fridge. And Amanda has ballet lessons today, don’t forget to pick her up!”

My father doesn’t respond, and she runs by him, stopping for a microsecond to land a kiss on his cheek. A minute later she’s gone.

“So, why Louis?” I ask him. I’m not really curious, but there are thousands of human names, and it just as good topic for conversation as any other.

“I told her we named you after my father,”  he mutters. He walks toward the fridge, takes out the chicken and put it into the oven. “I see your mother was really a traditionalist.”

I nod my head at him. He knows about my mum being a demon, but I have no idea how he found out.

“You aren’t allergic to anything?” he asks, not looking at me. He busies himself with pouring us some drinks from a glass jug standing on the counter.

“I cannot eat much salt. And grapes.”

He looks around at me, then pours the drink from the mug back into the jug. So, it’s a grape juice. How sweet.

“Nuts? Milk?” he asks, and I shake my head ‘no’ instead of a response.

“And I don’t really like fishes. And bread.” I add after a while of consideration. I smirk. “And you’d better don’t trick me into drinking holy water, cause I’ll disappear in smoke and flames.”

He frowns at me. He’s not amused.

He makes a tea for me, and then sits at the small, round kitchen table. He motions at me to have a sit, and I chose the chair across him.

“So, how’s your mother’s doing?” he sips his juice.

“Great. She’s a personal adviser,” I can’t help smirking. “She loves to boss around, and tell people what to do, and she’s great at it. And you? She didn’t tell me anything about you.”

“Oh, I’m a doctor. A paediatrician.” He takes  a deep breath. He tries to smile at me. “I treat ill children.”

“I’m sorry for you,” I say. “Children are terrible.”

“And you... You’ve never been... abroad... before?”

“Not really,” I taste my tea. It strangely sweet; I’m used to tart things. You know, food spiced with sulphur.

“Listen, I had no idea about you. Your mother never told me. Had I known, I would have tried to contact you somehow...” he starts. He looks at me, then at the walls, and then at the oven. He’s uneasy, I can feel it due to my demonic senses. “What I’m trying to say, I’m happy I can meet you. But there’re things you must to understand. I have a wife. And a daughter. And they have no idea where you come from. And I must be sure you won’t hurt them.”

Now he looks me in the eyes, apparently waiting for my reaction. Well, maybe I should have expected him to be scared of me, of the demonic part of me.

“Look, I’m not going to burn your house,” I say, looking away. “I’m here because I’m not evil enough, and I barely deal with school, and my mom thinks that after staying here I’ll be so fed up with you humans  I’ll be a good little demon.”

“That’s good,” he nods, visibly relieved.

“Just park your car in the garage,” I advise him with a grin. “Birds can be mean. Especially doves.”

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