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.


15. The ones who meddle in what they shouldn't


We don’t go to the bar after all.

“Susan is my friend, I’ll talk to her,” Rachel reasons. “I’ll convince her Peter used some special effects on the clip. We know each other for years, she’ll believe me.”

“I’m not sure. I’ve already helped me with Peter...”

“And that’s why you can trust me,” she says. She leans toward me and lays a kiss, but not on my cheek – this time on my lips. Her lips gently brushes mine, and I feel like I’m drunk. “I’ll go on a walk with her and call you once I’m home, all right?”

“All right,” I can only agree. I already know that when she wants something, she’ll have it done her way. Maybe she’s kind of bossy, but I like her confidence. She’s not a kind of mortal easy to manipulate. She’s a puppet in neither hellish nor celestial hands.

So I walk to the parking; Amanda and Laura have just finished their lessons, so I decide to wait for them. I lean against the car with a little smile still present on my lips.

When Amanda and Laura find me like that, my little sister looks at me from raised eyebrows.

“It looks like somebody had a good time,” she notices. I open the door for her. “Oh why, you’re so sweet, Louis.”

I walk around the car to sit on my spot.

“Sweet?” I grin at her. “If anyone can call me sweet, it’s my girlfriend, not you, Amy.”

She responds with a high-pitched squeak and throws her hands at me. The hug is not really comfortable, as we both have already the safe belts on, but I don’t really mind.

“Did you tell us you were going to have pizza with her?” Laura asks.

“She needed to talk to her friend,” I explain. “Poor Susan, she’s still very upset about what happened to Peter...”

I thought about it again and again during the last lesson, and I decided there’s not much to worry about. All right, so Susan has a copy of the clip – but it’s really, really corrupted. Even if she shows it to someone, no one will take it seriously. I would be just very inconvenient if she publish it somewhere in the web. But still, it would be removed. Not by humans, of course, but by demons. I decided to call my mother and tell her about the clip, just in case.

When I call her, my mom is in a strangely good mood.

You have nothing to worry about, Ab,” she assures me.”Everything is fine. Just don’t think too much and have fun.”

“So you know about everything?” I inquire. I like my privacy, as I said.

“More or less, Ab. I’m your mother after all,” she chuckles. “Believe me or not, but I used to be young sometime ago. Just enjoy yourself.”

“You sound almost cheerful, mom. Is everything all right?”

“Just watch news today. Tell your father I dedicate the bank robbery to him.”

“He won’t like this.”

“I know. I have work to do now, Ab. Call me later, will you?”

After I promise to call her, she hangs up. I lie down on the bed, reaching for the headphones, when Amanda storms into my room.

“We’re going shopping!” she exclaims. “Are you going with us?”

“Sorry, I have tons of homework to do.”

It’s not really a lie; I have homework, I’m just not going to do it. They leave, and I enjoy the though of having the whole afternoon just for myself.

Everything is just great; I forget about the clip, focusing of the memories of Rachel and me hanging out and kissing, and I feel like it is how life just should be. I think of my pink-loving little sister, of how Laura and my dad seem to be happy together, and how things are getting better between me and my mom. Alright, I’m ready to admit it: my trip to Earth has proved to be a great idea.

And just then, I hear someone banging at the front door.

I have no idea who it could be, and at first I feel like ignoring it, but the banging doesn’t stop. I curse under my nose and walk downstairs. I look trough the peephole and curse once again at the sight of Gabriella Feather’s face.

“Go away!” I shout angrily. I’m just fed up with her. “Laura’s doing shopping!”

“I’m here for you!” she calls from the other side of the door. Her voice has a strangely desperate note to it. “We must talk, Louis. It’s a matter of life and death!”

“Yeah, sure!” I roll my eyes.  “Aren’t you bored of spying on me?!”

“Spying on you? Louis, I am your guardian angel!”

I’m so taken aback I look through the peephole again. Gabriella is s glowing, her face beautiful beyond comprehension.

“Louis, please! Susan’s in danger!” she begs. “She’ll be lost if you don’t do something!”


I open the door, but she only motions at me to follow her, and she runs to her car. I take a seat next to her, and she starts the engine. The tires screech as we go.

“I should not meddle into your life like this!” Gabriella tells, not looking at me but at the road before us. Her hands shake slightly, “But if your mother can play like this, I can too!”

“Hey, what do you want from my mom!?” I protest, but I’m not that surprised; Gabriella is an angel, and my mom is a demon, so they are supposed to hate each other. If angels are capable of hating, which I doubt.

“Oh Louis, don’t you understand!” Gabriella gives me a desperate look. “Your mother’s brainwashing Rachel! I didn’t know she killed Peter until...”

“Wait, what?!” I yell.

“Oh, boy! She persuaded him into drinking, and then turned his gas oven on! Don’t you remember he died the night she visited him?”

“But it’s Rachel... She’s my friend!” I argue. “She couldn’t have done it!”

“No, she wouldn’t have though about it, but your mother...”

I press my hand to my face. I don’t want to listen to it! Mom couldn’t... Rachel couldn’t... Or they could? But why would my mom do it in the first place? She’s a professional; she’s not into tempting teens!

But she could have done it to give me a lesson.

It it’s what this whole trip is about. About a lesson, because I’m not good at being a demon.

“Listen, Louis, it’s not time for hatred,” Gabriella says gently. I look away, and I catch a glimpse if my face in the side mirror. My eyes are fierce red. “It’s time for mercy. We’ll fix what we can...”

“How do you know I want to help you?!” I bark at her. “I’m a damn half-demon!”

She turns left so rapidly I grasp the sides of my seat.

“Because I know you have a good heart, Louis...”

“What only proves my mother is right!”

Gabriella opens her mouth, but then closes it and shakes her head.

“You are a half-human, you have a free will. You must decide, Louis. You can try to save Susan or help your mother.”

The very thought of making such decision freaks me out.

“You know where they are?”

“There’s a little old bridge at the forest...”

“I know where it is.”

I close my eyes and take a deep breath. My heart beats so fast my chest hurt. Before my inner eyes I see Rachel’s face, and I almost feel her lips brushing against mine. And I understand, I’m in love with her although I wish I was not. I have no idea if I can do anything for her. She has blood on her hands already.

“I don’t want Susan to die,” I whisper.

Gabriella stops the car violently. I open my eyes; there’s the street with white bungalows, and the green wall of the forest is just before us.

“Go,” she nods her head. “I’ll be praying for you.”

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