Cursed Demon's Love

A birthday in self pity

The last thing I remember was sleeping under his wings, soundly. When I woke up the next morning, I was inside my dorm room with a blanket covering my body. I was changed in one of my t-shirts and pyjama pants. The dressing of my wound was also changed. I jolted up in my bed as I looked around. Hell! Did he really drop me here? Or did I imagine Neron in my dreams? My train of thoughts came to its halt when Jenna walked out of the bathroom. She looked at me and a smirk slipped on her face. I groaned, chucking chucked down the water kept on the table. 

"I should actually kill you for scaring me last night but I'm glad you're safe." I nodded my head as I looked at her with a small smile. 

"I'm sorry. My phone died at the very moment and storm hit last night so I couldn't make it to the dorm." 

"I know. Your boyfriend told me." I choked on my spit as I turned to look at her with horrified expression. She narrowed her eyes as she grabbed the pillow and threw it at me which hit me right on my face.

"What the hell?" 

"Exactly, Isabella Anderson! What the hell? You never told me you were seeing someone." I shook my head as I leaned forward grabbing the pillow she was planning to throw next. 

"I'm not seeing anyone, Jenna. God! Stop being violent." She glared at me as she sat beside me. I sighed as I grabbed a granola bar from my drawer and started to munched on it. 

"So who was the guy who came through the window at five in the morning with you in his arms?" My heart was thumping loudly as I looked at Jenna. Did Neron actually drop me to the dorm? Does she know that he is a demon? I shook my head as I looked at her blanched. 

"What did he looked like? Did he gave you a name?" 

"He didn't tell me his name but he looked..... different. He had an intimidating aura around him. Damn, I couldn't even frame a proper statement in front of him. And don't let me get started on his forest green eyes. They were so damn green. He looked..... superior." I let out a ragged breath as I took another bite of my granola bar. It was Neron. It had to be Neron. But he never stepped inside the dorm and he came through a damned window? That's interesting.

"You have a boyfriend, Jenna." I deadpanned. 

"Yes and I love him dearly but he looked like an angel." More like a demon.

"Who is he?" I let out a strangled laugh at her question. What do I tell her? That he is a demon who for some unknown reason is here to protect me. Or that he doesn't like me yet rescues me whenever I find myself in danger.

"He is.... family." She looked at me with raised eyebrows before nodding her head. Something doomed inside her eyes as she rose from the bed making me look at her in question. 

"What?" I asked at her sudden drop of enthusiasm. 

"I thought you finally found someone." I let out a glum giggle at her response. How do I react to that? I shook my head as I headed towards the bathroom and decided to take a long shower. 

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It was sixth of December. I looked at the calendar with gloomy expression. I swallowed the lump that seemed to have stuck in my throat. I was sitting on my bed, skipping my college as usual. Jenna didn't knew why I was in a morose mood. My throat felt parched from all the silent cries and screaming. Jenna was in the college since she had to submit the project and I didn't feel like going. It was five in the evening when Jenna walked in with red and furious face. I rose my brow at her disheveled state. 

"Who the hell you think you are?" My eyes widened at her sudden outburst; I pushed my blanket down as looked at her with my confused gaze. 

"What are you talking about, Jenna?" 

"Why the hell didn't you tell me it's your birthday today?" I blenched at the truth, that very truth I was avoiding from the very start. Sudden blankness clouded my sight as I leaned back on my bed. My family didn't wish me. They don't even remember it's my birthday. To begin with, they never really wished me from past thirteen years. I am disappointed; angry even but not surprised. I knew they wouldn't call me to wish but my heart somewhere hoped they did. Lily, my sister also forgot my birthday. A traitorous tear fell from the corner of my eyes as I looked at my roommate sadly.

"I don't celebrate my birthday." The anger dissipated slowly as my words dissolved in her. Her lips tugged down in a frown as she took a seat beside me. 

"Why?" I laughed darkly at the innocent question. Jenna was the closest person in my life and yet she knew nothing about me. I never allowed her. My darkness will blind her happiness. And my mask will enlighten it. I shook my head as I took a deep breath. I was feeling betrayed by my own family.

"Family issues." 

She stared at me for a minute and two before she stood up from the bed and advanced towards the closet. She removed few dresses before dragging me in front of the mirror. Determination dripped from her eyes, she was planning on something. 

"No one deserves to drown their birthday in self-pity, Isabella. We'll enjoy tonight till you forget all your sorrows." I smiled at her encouraging words. But you don't forget the only emotion your life has ever taught you. Sorrow. Anger. Hatred. I sighed as I gripped the clothing she threw over the chair. I certainly can't forget my sorrows but I can at least procrastinate it. I sighed as I nodded my head. 

"Let's go for a drink, Jenna. I need it." She smiled sadly, nodding her head. 

"We need it." 

I was dressed in a black dress that reached till my mid thighs. The thin strips on my shoulders held the dress securely on its place. I applied a little lip gloss before pulling my hair in a low bun. Jenna was however dressed in a red dress that ended just on her knees. She was a natural beauty. I borrowed her heels before we headed out of our dorm. Justin was our ride today. He however had to study Anatomy so he would just drive us to the club and would be our ride back. 

"Do not accept drinks for anyone, alright? And call me if something happens." Jenna rolled her eyes before giving him a quick peck. I was texting Josh about the address since he was too adamant to dance with me. 

Justin gave me brief look before he drove us to the Night Leisure. The club was full of life and excitement. The music was on blast. Jenna was grinning at me; excitement bubbling inside her. Justin shook his head with an amused smile on his face. We walked inside after bidding Justin a goodbye. Josh was standing across the bar, sipping his drink. He waved his hand as soon as he saw us coming. I showed him my palm, indicating him to wait for us. 

Jenna and I walked over to the bartender and ordered our drinks. A dry Martini for her and a Whiskey sour for me. Jenna was already letting loose as she dumped down her fifth drink.

"Happyyyy birthdayyy, Isaaabellaaaaa." I laughed as she sung for me. We were dancing until I felt an arm holding me from behind. 

I turned around to face Elijah. He was dressed in grey button up shirt with two of his buttons undone. His hair were falling over his forehead, his eyes were slightly red indicating he was intoxicated. His hand racked over my body before his lips connected to mine. I tasted the cheap alcohol in his mouth. I never liked Josh. He couldn't pleasure me. He never did. 

"You look edible." I giggled, feeling inebriated. Alcohol was swirling in my veins. I was out of my own control. It felt the world was moving in circle. I giggled again. 

"I know." I replied in seductive tone. My inner appeasement and needs were making my breathing ragged. I pulled him closer by his collar. Jenna was dancing with somebody. I didn't care. I needed to quench my needs and nothing mattered anymore. 

"You're such a hustler, Bella. You're a whore." Dad yelled in rage. I didn't knew what to say. I wasn't a w***e. I was as pure as any woman could be.

"Dad. No! I'm not what you think-"

"You are exactly what I think of you, Isabella. How could you try to seduce my brother? He's your Uncle for God's sake." The dam then broke. Tears rolled down emphatically. They however seemed latent to him.

 I couldn't control my tears. I had always been a patient of Asthma. But for the first time in my life I experienced panic attack. It wasn't much different than Asthma but it didn't got control by my inhaler. It felt someone was gripping my chest painfully. I couldn't breathe. Honestly, I didn't wanted to. 

"I didn't do any such thing, Dad! Why don't you trust me?" I broke down. My mother had abandoned me long back. Father? Well, he doesn't trust me anymore. My sister is kept away from me. I felt so lonely.

Uncle wanted to rape me. He almost did but when Dad walked in he narrated entirely a different story. How I wanted him and my needs. I didn't wanted anything. He was a plain pervert. But he didn't believe me. Nobody did.

"Get out, Isabella!" Dad roared. I knew he wouldn't budge. I slept outside in thunder for the first time. 

"Hey!" Josh shook me out of my memory. I drowned down another shot. I don't want any of the bad memories tonight. 

I needed to be Isabella tonight. Just Isabella. No Isabella Anderson. I lost the count over my drinks. I was drinking, kissing, groping. I did everything to prove them right. I was a w***e and I knew it. I laughed at the irony as I pressed myself against him. 

"Tonight my place?" He asked sucking my neck. I was intoxicated when I giggled. 

"Sure. Be worth it, Josh." He chuckled as he chucked down his own drink. 

"I'll be, darling. I am better than any other you had." I scrunched my nose as I pushed him away. 

"Don't be obnoxious, John." He frowned as he pulled me closer to him. 

"Josh." He corrected.

"Whatever." I was dancing with him. My heels were killing me but the pain was worth it. 

Suddenly the the floor went quiet. No one danced anymore. John—Josh wasn't holding me anymore. I looked around in confusion. Jenna poke my side as I glanced back. A familiar forest green eyes with golden freckles flashed coldly. A shiver ran down my body as the fire flared in his eyes. Everyone in the party were gawking over him. Staring him with carnal, fear, astonishment. Everyone had their eyes set on one individual and he was staring right at me. His white button up shirt clung dangerously to his muscles. His dark jeans were almost invisible. He looked at me with livid expression. He wasn't happy. He never was. Again a similarity. None of us were ever happy. 

A giggle escaped from me at the sudden change of atmosphere. He seemed to intimidate each one of us and he was too proud of his achievements. I downed another shot kept on the bar. It was my day, after all.

"What the f**k are you looking at? Go back to your businesses." The order was spoke out brusquely that they turned around, appalled. They were dancing yet they were stiff. His eyes zeroed at someone behind me. Josh. I totally forgot about him. Before I could've reached out to him. Neron caught my arm and tugged me closer to him, leaving merely few inches amid us.

"What are you doing?" The coldness in his voice chilled my bones. I swallowed as I swayed my free hand in the air. 

"Enjoying?" 

He looked at me unimpressed. His unforgiving and malicious eyes focused behind me at Josh. 

"f**k off." My eyes widened at his rudeness. I expected Josh to at least fight back but he didn't. He was out of my sight within a minute, leaving me bristling. 

"What wa-was that?" I hiccuped. He narrowed his eyes as he snatched the glass from my grasp and slammed it over to the bartender. My bottom lip jutted out in protest. 

"You shouldn't be drinking." 

"And you should be minding your own business. Go and torture some other soul." I said dismissively. 

"I am minding my business. Plus, you're not even legal to drink." I giggled at his wrong conception. 

"I am." I said hitting my chest with pride. He rose his brow almost in challenge. 

"And since when?" He asked sarcastically. I removed my phone from the side bag. It read one in the morning. 

"Since twenty five hours." My voice broke. His eyes widened after realization hit him. His grip over my arm loosened. His Adam's apple bobbed. Something flashed in his cold eyes. The golden freckles were getting more prominent. The fire in his eyes was extinguishing, leaving only a tinge of its fire. The beauty of his eyes felt me astounded. A giggled escaped from my mouth. He was beautiful. So beautiful.

"It's your birthday?"