One Way Ticket from Hell

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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.


11. The bad news


“No way, I’m not going there!” I sit on my bed, with my legs crossed, glaring at my father. “I won’t even step into her house!”

“Why can’t you just do what you’re asked for?” he sighs with irritation. “It’s only a dinner with a new neighbour.”

Yeah, a half-demon eating dinner with an angel. Quite an odd thing, isn’t it? I roll my eyes, and looking at my dad’s expression, I know he doesn’t like it.

“I did a lot of things you wanted,” I argue. “I throw away all of my clothes, I go to the damn school, and I really tried to fit in! I never asked you for anything! Besides, I’m grounded,” I remember suddenly. Great, now I’m almost happy about it. “Am I not supposed to stay at home and be remorseful?”

“Really, Louis, we both know how remorseful you are,” he cross his arms across his chest. His eyebrows hang low above his eyes. “It’s just a dinner. It’s important for Laura.”

I roll my eyes again, because it’s not much more I can do.

“Listen, I really can’t go, dad,” I try once again. “Gabriella Feather is not who you think she is. She’s not a human!” I whisper. “She’s an angel.”

My father’s eyes get big with astonishment, but then he blinks a few times – he needs some time to grasp the whole idea – and then he takes a really, really deep breath.

“Well, they are the good ones,” he says. “I’m sure there’s nothing I should be worried about.”

“Maybe not you, but I am a half demon!” I hiss. “We’re natural enemies! I cannot go there! I won’t!”

About twenty minutes later I’m in Mrs. Feather dining room and I still can’t believe I wasn’t set ablaze the moment I crossed her threshold.

“Call me just Gabriella,” she smiles. Her house is warm and full of light, and there’s a smell of flowers in the air. And everybody smiles back. Even my father, and Laura seem to have nothing against it.

“She’s so lovely, isn’t she?” Amanda whispers to me when our host disappears in the kitchen.

She sits on the cushioned chair with a serene smile at her lips, drinking her lemonade. My dad and Laura seem more relaxed than I’ve ever seen them to be, and they exchange smiles and held hands under the table. Gabriella enters the room with a tray, and it appears to be even lighter around now.

“I’ve made spaghetti,” she beams at Amanda. “I hope everybody likes it.”

All right, I’ll be honest about this: this is the best spaghetti I have EVER eaten. If everything in Heaven tastes like this, I wish I could change the club.

And suddenly, during this lovely dinner, there’s a shriek of heavy metal, and it comes from my pocket.

“O shit!” I mutter, perplexed. It’s Rachel calling. I hang up quickly, and then look up, because suddenly there’s very quiet in the room. Laura stares at me, red faced, my dad frowns at me with his most disappointed expression, and Amanda has frozen with a long noodle dangling from her mouth.

“I’m sorry,” I mutter. “I should have turned it off.”

“Oh, that’s not a problem, my dear,” Gabriella laughs, and everybody relaxes. Everybody but me, of course, because I must be on guard while hanging out with an angel, no matter how nice she seems to be. “Call back from the kitchen, if you like.”

“Great, thanks,” I nod my head and leave the dining room.

Once I reach the kitchen, I choose Rachel’s number.

“Sorry about that,” I say instead of greeting her. “I’m having dinner with out new neighbour.”

“O.K. I just wanted to say, the recording is deleted. Just as I promised,” she says, and I can imagine her smiling, and her long black hair waves as she walks. “I paid Peter a visit, and deleted it when he went to get us drinks. There’s really nothing to worry about.”

“That’s great, thank you so much!” I breathe with relief. “But I suppose he still doesn’t like me much?”

I wouldn’t be concerned about this if I were you,” she says. “Peter has never been popular. Even if he told somebody, no one would believe him. They would call him a weirdo and forget it.”

“That’s good. Thank you again.”

“Well, now, when you know you can trust me, I hope you’ll fill me in” she says. “It’s only fair that I’m a part of your secret if I help to protect it, isn’t it?”

I have not time to answer before she hangs up.

We stay at Gabriella’s until it’s late. She walks us to the door, and Laura asks her to visit us tomorrow. Gabriella says she’ll be happy to have a tea with her.

“It was great to meet you, Louis,” she shakes my hand and looks me directly into my eyes. If I had a soul, I’m sure she would see into it. “If you ever needed help, just come to me,” she whispers.

I don’t answer. Once my hand is free, I turn around a hurry away.

At home, my dad suddenly remembers about me being grounded, and I am sent directly to bed. I have nothing against it, it was a really long day, and I want just sleep.

I’m almost asleep, when my hellish phone rings.

“Yes, mum?” I yawn.

I’ve heard there’s an angel in your neighbourhood” she says with animosity in her voice.

“Yeah, she lives opposite us,” I shrug my shoulders. “We had dinner with her.”

Be careful, Ab. She must be up to something.” She warns me. “Don’t let her near you. Don’t talk to her. And call me if anything happens.”

We wish each other goodnight, and ten minutes later I am asleep.

When I wake up in the morning, there are some whispers behind my door. I sit on the bed, rubbing my eyes, and listening.

“We should tell him”, I catch Laura saying. “It wouldn’t be fair to let him go to school like that.”

“How am I supposed to do it?” My dad whispers. “He was his friend, after all.”

I frown, and I try to make some sense of it.

“You’re his father,” Laura insists. “Talk to him.”

I get up, walk to the door and open them with one, quick move. My dad and Laura are startled like a pair of teenagers nailed in a closet.

“What happened? Something at school?”

They exchange quick glances, and Laura pushes my dad into the room and closes the door behind him.

“Well, son, there’s something I have to tell you,” he sighs, and rubs his temples. “Come here, let’s sit down.”

We sit on the bed, and looking at him I’m getting more and more nervous.

“There was an accident, Louis. Tonight,” he starts. He places his hand on my shoulder and gives it a squeeze. Now I am sure there’s something really bad he tries to tell me. “It’s your friend Peter. His parents were out of town, and he got very drunk...”

“He got arrested?” I cut in. I should my shoulders. “We are not really friends. I mean, I barely know him.”


“No, if you’re worried I drink with him, I don’t. Why do you always suspect me of something?”

“Louis, it’s not like that,” he sighs heavily and turns toward me. Our eyes met, and seeing how worried he is I know there’s something much worse than the alcohol. “I believe you know what carbon monoxide is?”

“We don’t have Chemistry in Hell.”

“It’s a gas. It’s toxic,” he rubs his forehead with his free hand. “It’s used in gas ovens. And Peter... Peter left the oven turn on.”

“Did he?” I mutter. “But he’s all right, isn’t he?”

“He was too drunk, and often even when people are sober they don’t smell the gas when they’re asleep,” my dad shook his head. “I’m really sorry, Louis. When his parents got back home, Peter was already dead.”

I freeze. I open my mouth, then close it, and then open it again, but I’m so shocked I cannot speak. Peter wasn’t my friend, but I knew him. And I saw him just yesterday!

“Stay at home if you want,” my dad offers. I must look really pathetic if he proposes it. “I have the night shift today, we’ll eat breakfast together.”

“All right,” I nod my head blankly. I reach for my phone. “I need to call Rachel.”

“Louis, you don’t have to tell her. She has her parents, and the teachers...”

“I must call her,” I shake my head. I don’t want to tell her this, and I hope she already knows, but I want to hear her voice. “Can you leave me alone? I’ll be downstairs in a few minutes.”

He agrees. I wait for him to go out and close the door. Then I call Rachel without a second thought.

“So, you already know?” she asks the second she answers the phone.


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