The Devil Inside

The sound of my alarm clock blares through my ears at such an annoying extent that I want to smash it into a million pieces, but instead, I calmly press the 'off' button with a sour expression etched on my face. Monday morning. Yay.
I groan when I realize that it's only 6:30 a.m. which means that I barely have time to eat before heading to Hell...I mean Highschool. I roll out of bed and don't bother changing as I grudge down the stairs and head into our unnecessarily massive kitchen.

"Sophie!" A loud and scratchy voice fills the entire mansion and I flinch, probably looking bewildered as my...father descends down the staircase.
"Yes, father?" It pains me to call him that when all I really want to call him Charles, his given name, but of course, little Sophie doesn't have a say in this.

"When your finished eating I need you to go take a shower, and fast. I'm driving you to school." I cringe when he tells me that it'll just be me and my workaholic father in an awkward five minute drive.

"I can just walk." I reply mentally pleading him with my dark brown eyes to let me walk, but my hopes are crushed when his head shakes vigorously as he closees his light blue eyes that were trained everywhere but my face.
"No, I'm taking you to school. Styles is back in town and your staying away from that...monster." His words spit venom and it takes me a second to process what he says when I finally ask, "Who's Styles?" I ask quietly and his head snaps up to meet mine.

"No one you need to know about." He snaps and I try hard to swallow the lump forming in my throat. "S-so your not working today?" I ask quietly and his demeanor changes almost immediately.

"No, I got called off." He coughed and I nodded slowly. "Well, you better grab something quick," he says looking at his wrist watch. "We're leaving in an hour." I nod and walk past him and back into my room. I can feel his eyes burn holes through my body but I keep my chin held high. Fucking pervert.

I groan as I reach my room and go to my closet. I pull out some jeggings and a black cami with my red, knitted thin, sweater. I throw that on and my black ankle boots. I look at myself in the mirror and then at the little picture of my mom.

She was so beautiful. I like to think I take after her sometimes. I have her long dark hair and dark brown eyes but my fathers' pale skin while she had perfectly tanned skin. I press a kiss to my fingers then press it against the picture.

I turn to walk away as I feel tears star to well up in my eyes. It was 3 years ago Sophie. Stop. I mentally scold myself as I grab my galaxy backpack and head out the door to my awaiting father. I grab an apple and follow him out the front door.

I guess I can make it one more year I shrug as I walk out into the heat of the morning sun. We settle into the large vehicle and he starts the car up. As we are driving on the smooth and deserted roads I feel something warm run up my thigh.

I gasp and face Charles with wide eyes. "Stop." I spit sharply and shove his hand away from me. He sighs and closes his eyes as we come to a red light. "I...I'm sorry Sophie. It's just...you look just like her...so beautiful." He whispers and a tear runs down his cheek. I don't feel sorry for him.

He already took away my innocence because of that excuse and now he's just being ridiculous. We pull up to my school and I unbuckle my seat belt. I am about to get out of the car but a strong grip strains my body from going anywhere by grabbing my wrist.

I turn around to eye Charles sharply and his eyes are pleading. "Can I just..." he whispers and leans forward but I move away from him with a terrified look on my face. He crashes his lips into mine and I start squirming against his tight hold. His tounge trys to pry my lips apart and tears are running down my face. Not again.

I slap him hard across the face and his lips release mine from their hold. I quickly open the door and jump out of the car and start running to the school.
Tears are filling my eyes making my vision blurred. As I look behind me I see Charles banging his head on the stearing wheel, no doubt crying to himself about how sick he is.

I slam into something hard and as I am about to fall backwards the person grabs my forearm, quite roughly might I add, and we both fall on the ground with a thud and a heavy bidy crushing mine. I grab the first thing I can as I feel my oxygen running out and blackness forming around me.

My hand is in a fistful of curls and I pull them causing a groan to come out of the body on top of mine. "Can't breath." I wheeze and the person immediately pulls us up, and before I can even get a good look at him, he's gone in a flash.

Notes

Hey babes :) Chapter 1 is up as promised and if you want chapter two maybe just a few more votes?...hopefully :)
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