#because dude fuck you i miss school and counselling sessions and him just looking at me and saying kyu madiha sahi bol raha hoon na main
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Get a spine dev get a spine spinespinespine
#madiha is time you stop sabotaging your self and face what you fear you cant keep cowering behind like this#i wwnt him to stop saying thinfs like this to me#hah#i wish he was actually my older brother because i want him to hug me and tell me its okay#its so weird that everytime i feel like I'm hitting a new low he automatically reaches out#and given that he had no form of communication he just called#for the second time#and last time i was able to hold it in but today i just#cries lmao#and i was like sorry i dont want to make you uncomfortable he was like chalo oh badi mahrani ho tum pehli baar nahi ro rahi ho mere saamne#rotli kahinki#and i laughed#because dude fuck you i miss school and counselling sessions and him just looking at me and saying kyu madiha sahi bol raha hoon na main#the time he said if he ever had a daughter he'd want her to be like me#i hold that moment so close to my heart#i just okay im#i feel like its just because of my daddy issues ehe💀#okay bye folks get yourself a theatre teacher/ social science teacher they're the best#byebegbeyebeye#also the fact that everyone knows me for not crying and he just#has seen me cry so many times#lmao#I MAKE FUN OF HIM FOR NOT KNOWING URDU SCRIPT#despite having studied the language so so closely#and ive called him a hypocrite and he just says you can teach me once you're in college im like you'll be in US by then and he is like haan#to#ans theb we just skip over the subject of the high probability that i won't ever see him again#how does he know that im in the dumps? i guess we'll never know
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Exothermic - chapter sixteen
Amalthea vs the Wolves Den
"I'm sorry-- the fucking what? Did you say vampire? Vampire girl? Bella, what the fuck do you be doing around here that people call you that? Vampire girl!"
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The car was filled with a somber silence, drizzles of rain splattered onto the windshield only to be wiped away.
Amalthea tore her eyes away from the racing drops of rain, "So, are we just not gonna talk about the dudes who got a bit mad, turned into giant ass wolves, and almost caused my cousin to die?"
Bella nudged her cousin on the elbow, signaling for the girl to shut her mouth. Thea whispered under her breath to the brunette, "No, I'm serious. The fuck happened to normal fist fighting!" The only reply she got was another nudge and silence.
Another minute passed before Amalthea opened her mouth yet again, "Bella I know we almost, you know, passed away- but we got to go back to Uncle Charlie's if I got to do Uley's part. Haven't even started on mine, was kinda hoping I could bribe him into doing it." Bella, skin still quite pale, pinched the bridge of her nose and sighed.
Embry and Jared sniggered as the girl muttered, thinking the wolves couldn't possibly listen in.
Embry pulled Bella's truck toward a tiny, weathered house. From the back, Jared jumped out and opened the passenger door. Both girls stayed unbudgingly still. Amalthea fearing how vulnerable not having the protection of the vehicle made the both of them, and Bella fearing for Jacob's fate.
Embry turned toward Jared, "Pay up. She didn't puke." Annoyed, the boy handed the other five bucks. "Told you she was tough! She runs with bloodsuckers."
'Bella runs with mosquitoes? The hell she doin' that for?' Amalthea thought, apprehensively looking at her worried cousin from the side of her eyes.
"Wait-- we should go back, make sure that Jacob's okay."
Jared cut in on her worries, "I hope Paul gets some teeth in him. Serves him right."
Thea had the decency to look affronted as Bella snapped her head toward the boy with squinted eyes.
"No way. Jake's a natural. Did you see the way he phased on the fly? Five bucks Paul doesn't touch him." Embry spoke, easing Bella's worries. Jared retorted back with agreeance.
The shape shifters noticed the girls hadn't moved at all, "Come on in. We won't bite." Embry spoke, grinning at the two.
Jared quipped back, "Speak for yourself."
Bella gently shoved Amalthea out, who was very much still hesitant on leaving her spot. Warily, the girls climbed out of the car and joined the waiting boys.
Embry stopped the Swan pair, "Oh, hey, about Emily - Sam's fiancé- try not to stare. Bugs Sam."
Responses of "Why would I stare--" and "Whatever man," were cut off as the shape shifters entered the house.
Hesitantly, Bella entered behind Jared and Embry, Amalthea following timidly behind her, trying to perfect her brave face. A woman was seen standing at a counter, taking freshly made muffins out of the tin. Long, black hair draped over the side of her face, "You guys hungry? Like I have to ask...."
The young woman looked toward the quartet, showcasing the three scars running from her hairline down to her chin. Quickly glancing at the lines that pulled down the woman's eye and twisted the corner of her mouth, Amalthea subtly admired the deep scars.
'Guess it's time to add facial scars to the list of things I find hot!' Thea silently thought, the voice in her mind sighing.
Amalthea's attention was broken from her thoughts when the woman spoke again, "who's this?" questioning Jared and Embry, who were beelining for the warm muffins.
Jared went for a muffin, "Bella Swan and her cousin. Who else?"
"Jesus fuck, I have a name!" Thea muttered, looking to the beautiful woman in front of her, "The cousin's name is Amalthea Swan."
A loud bang was heard from the small back yard of the house, followed by a yelp of pain. Emily pretended like the sound wasn't heard, keeping her attention on Bella.
"So you're the vampire girl."
"I'm sorry-- the fucking what? Did you say vampire? Vampire girl? Bella, what the fuck do you be doing around here that people call you that? Vampire girl!" Amalthea was absolutely appalled, confusion masquerading her fear. Both women ignored the girl and her anxious rambling.
'If shape-shifting, big ass wolves exist, who's to say vampires can't?' Thea suddenly felt a bit light headed at the idea, missing Bella's response to the woman.
"Werewolves? I'm just engaged to one. But these animals--" Emily slapped Embry's hand as she spoke, "Save some for your brothers."
It was as if the gravity of the situation finally set in. Amalthea paled and stood pin straight, with her back to the wall next to the entrance. Anxiety of all the unknown caused for her to close up. As Thea was struggling to stop trembling, Bella cautiously toed toward the counter, eyes peeled on the door for any sight of Jacob.
Thea felt buzzing in her ears, mind beginning to muddle with unpleasant thoughts and eyes never straying from her dirty shoes. She just wanted to go back to Charlie's. None of this would be happening if they just stayed at Charlie's. Breaths began to feel harder to catch, as if she just ran a mile. A weight felt like it resided in her chest and would never move again. She'd never have been in this situation- which Bella is dealing with shockingly well, may she add!- if she didn't try to see Uley. Thea wondered if he knew that his brother was a giant wolf in his spare time.
The deep, gruff voice that belonged to Sam Uley caused for her to jump in shock, heart stopping quickly just before picking back up its rapid pace again.
The man spoke from the door way, "Because there are bad things here." He walked toward Emily, "And they're getting worse."
'Whatever the fuck that means!' Thea took to cracking her knuckles, trying to calm herself down before having an actual panic attack, using techniques the guidance counseling sessions that she was forced to attend had taught her. People around the girl conversing worked as white noise to the loud thoughts that refused to leave her brain. The panic was incessant and embarrassing, considering how unaffected Bella seemed to be.
Thea looked back up from the floor when two more people walked into the small house, laughing and jabbing at one another. She watched as her cousin took a breath of relief, Jared and Embry looking over the boys in search of injury. A scar was healing on Paul's arm, leading to Jared rolling his eyes.
Amalthea watched as Bella walked toward Jacob, eyes widening in fear that Bella might leave her alone in a house where every single person was a stranger. Well, that was until a tall - and seemingly buffer than before - teen walked in from the backyard.
Hearing a dramatic intake of breath, all eyes turned to the teenager who arrived. His eyes were trained on the small, very pale girl hiding against a wall.
"Oh my god, Mal! My bestie, I've missed you! Where have you been-- wait no where have I been. I was gonna break and tell you everything anyway," a hand slapped Trevor Uley's head, though not deterring him from prancing toward the girl, "The first time you called I almost cried. Honest! Did you go to Jackson's game? Shit, I hope so." The boy took to whispering, knowing the shifters could still hear him, "Stalker wouldn't let me go." He rolled his eyes, opening his arms for Thea to give him a hug.
Little did Trevor know at the moment, his presence felt like a saving grace to the girl. Thea knew he wouldn't ditch on her like Bella would. Apparently, he missed her too much to do so.
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Longer chapter today! Nearly 1,300 words!
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The Deal
Ok, everyone. Here’s the devil!principal story I’ve been working on. Let me know if you all think part two should include smut. I can’t decide, so I want you all to tell me.
Warnings: mention of sexual assault and suicide (nothing too descriptive)
The room smells of incense and vanilla. Smoke hangs heavily in the air, making the room hazy and stifling. The only light comes from the many white vanilla-scented candles scattered around the room. It would be almost romantic if it wasn’t for the red summoning circle on the floor before you. The room’s dim lighting makes the bright red paint look darker than it is; it reminds you of blood.
In your hands is a heavy book that looks ready to fall apart should someone look at it the wrong way. Most of the pages are faded, the writing barely visible. Other pages are taped together and some are missing entirely. The cover isn’t in any better shape. It’s so faded that the original color of the book might have been red or brown. The title of the book has been worn away, leaving the name and author a mystery. The spine of the book, like the rest of it, is barely there. Only a couple threads keep the spine intact.
The page you’re on is faded like the rest. The words are nearly gone and there’s a burn mark on the center page. But with a wave of your hand and the page comes back to life. The page glows and heals, the writing burns brightly and becomes legible. The language on the page is foreign and old, not many people can read it. To you, it looks like when someone key smashes their keyboard. It takes a moment for the letters to shift and change, allowing you to read the page.
You take a deep breath, inhaling the incense and candle smoke. The smoke tickles your nose and you fight the urge to sneeze. Can’t have a sneezing attack when you’re summoning the devil, can you? That would be embarrassing.
You speak the words on the page loud enough that your voice echoes throughout the room. The air grows heavy and the smoke thickens. It’s getting harder to breathe. The smell of something burning sends chills down your back. The part of your brain that fears the dark is screaming at you to run, but you ignore that instinct and continue reading from the page. The burning smell worsens. The sweet smell of frankincense and vanilla is replaced with the smell of burnt flesh and hair. It makes you gag.
As you speak the last phrase, you swear the room shakes and there’s a flash of light from the circle. The air is still heavy with smoke, but it is slowly clearing. The burnt hair and skin smell are gradually overpowered by the smell of incense and vanilla candles.
Standing in the center of the circle is a figure. The haze shrouds their features, but you’re excited. It’s been a year since your first failed summoning. That first time you summoned a low-level demon that shouted obscenities at you and threatened to eat you. Every summoning after that one has been a failure, but you’ve gotten the hang of it. While each demon and creature were wrong, they were gradually getting stronger and stronger.
The smoke clears enough and you’re able to see who is standing in the center of the circle. The excitement and pride leave your body when you recognize who you summoned. Not the devil or a demon, not even an angel. A fucking human, more specifically, your high school principal.
“Mr. Lucien?”
The man turns to you and looks very confused, and slightly worried. He looks the same as the last time you saw him at your graduation. Average height, with dark hair that is always neatly slicked back, with his usual dark-colored blazer.
He says your name like he’s asking if it’s you. “I… um, what am I doing here?”
You snap the book shut and place it at your feet in irritation. You want to throw the damn thing at the wall, but you refrain. You did that before and spent an hour putting the thing back together. “I fucked up, that’s what. I thought it worked this time, but obviously, it didn’t. Gods, I can’t do anything right.”
Mr. Lucien shakes his head and gives you a sympathetic look. “No, that’s not true.”
“Dude, you’re not my principle, you don’t need to lie to me anymore. I’m a fucking failure. I peaked in fucking middle school.”
Mr. Lucien takes a deep breath and takes a step forward. “I’m not. You have always been a wonderful student, and you were a wonderful person in high school. I remember you getting into arguments with unfair teachers, and the one time you punched a guy for snapping a female student's bra. You’re not a failure.”
You sniff and wipe your eyes. “Yeah, well, I feel like one.”
“Feeling and being are two different things.”
You look up at him and smile. He smiles back, looking proud of himself.
Mr. Lucien was your favorite faculty member in high school. You remember all the girls fawning over him, and yeah, he’s good looking, but you liked him for how kind he was. He always knew when someone needed to talk. It was common for him to have counseling sessions in his office before and after school. He cared for his students, and wouldn’t hesitate to put an unfair teacher in check.
You can still remember when you spoke to him the day before you graduated. You were on the verge of killing yourself. You didn’t get into any of the colleges you applied for and your family made it clear they were incredibly upset with you. None of them asked why you failed your classes for two years. They simply said you were a kid, so what kinds of problems can you be having? The self-hate and disgust you felt were nearly overpowering, and ending it seemed like the only option.
It was Mr. Lucien who spoke to you. He wanted to understand what was happening in your life, and what was hurting you. It was the day after graduation that you confessed everything to him. The boyfriend, the night he hit you, the night he… the night he tried to force you to do things you were not ready for. Everything from the night before had been the last straw. Seeing your ex being congratulated on being such a good student was sickening. All the snide remarks from your family and feeling alone just became too much.
Mr. Lucien listened to you that day. He was surprised to see you at school, but when you began to sob, he didn’t hesitate to usher you into his office. When you confessed everything, he didn’t question or doubt you. He believed you and offered to call the police, but you just wanted to forget about the entire thing. And while he seemed hesitant to not contact the authorities, he did as you asked.
“So,” Mr. Lucien looks around the room, “What is all this about?”
You look at the book in embarrassment before glancing up at the man. “Well, I was trying to summon the devil.”
“Trying?”
“Yeah. I… I wanted to make a deal with him.”
Mr. Lucien’s eyebrows go up, but his face is unreadable.
“Look. before you say that I should be committed or that the devil isn’t real, you’re wrong. I’ve been trying to summon him for a year now, but I just get his stupid lackeys.”
Mr. Lucien nods but says nothing.
You scowl and grab the book at your feet. His eyes narrow slightly when he sees the book you’re holding.
“Look, just get out of the circle and I’ll call you an Uber to come to get you. I would offer to drive you, but my car’s been broken down for a week.”
You turn and place the book down on a nearby table. When you turn back to the circle, Mr. Lucien is still standing in the circle, his arms are crossed.
“You can step out. The sooner you do, the sooner you get to go home and I can start over again.”
“I can’t.”
“What do you mean you can’t? The circle isn’t for humans, it’s for…” you trail off when the realization hits you.
Mr. Lucien smirks. “What is this circle for?”
“Demons. Are… are you a demon?”
Mr. Lucien laughs and shakes his head. “What else can this circle hold?”
You swallow and take a step back towards the circle. When you speak, it’s barely a whisper. “Angels.”
Mr. Lucien's smile widens. “Bingo.”
“Are… are you an angel?”
Mr. Lucien laughs but shakes his head. “Once I was. And I was God’s favorite son.”
“So, you’re the devil?”
Mr. Lucien scowls and lets out a huff. “I prefer Lucifer, but you can keep calling me Lucien.”
“Jesus H. Christ. You’re the fucking devil! My high school principal is the devil!”
Lucien's scowl deepens. “I just said to call me Lucifer or Lucien. Not the devil, and certainly not Jesus.”
“How… Why are you a high school principal?”
He seems confused by the question. “Should I have a different job?”
“Why would you have a job, to begin with?”
Lucien shrugs. “I get bored and every few centuries I get a mortal job. A few hundred years ago I was a musician. That was difficult. But being a principle is even harder. So many teachers are terrible, not to mention the school board are a bunch of idiots, and then there are-”
“I get it! The public-school system is terrible and needs to be changed, I know. But why a principal?”
Lucien is silent for a moment. He looks distant for a moment like he’s lost in his thoughts. It only lasts a few seconds. “Because… because I wanted to see why so many children and young adults were praying to me. So many sad and lost children, begging for my help or to die. I guess they lost faith in the man upstairs.”
“High school is hell. College is purgatory.”
Lucien laughs and nods. “Eloquently said.”
You’re both quiet before Lucien narrows his eyes at you. “So, why did you summon me?”
“Because… because I want you to kill someone.”
“Kill someone? You don’t need me to do that.”
“True, but I want you to make them suffer for eternity. And I can’t do that.”
Lucien nods in agreement then reaches into his blazer. He pulls out a note pad and a pen, then looks at you expectantly.
“So, who is it and how do you want them to die?”
“My high school boyfriend.”
He raises an eyebrow at you. “We could have called the police, you know.”
“It’s not for me. Besides, they probably wouldn’t have done anything.”
Lucien frowns. “Who is it for then? What did he do?”
“It was a couple of girls, younger than us. But his parents have good lawyers and he got off. The girls were embarrassed publicly and are still suffering. Kill him, make him suffer, that’s what I want.”
“Why?”
“What do you mean why?”
“Why do you care? Why are you going to sell your soul, make a deal with me, for this? Why does this matter so much to you?”
You open and close your mouth a few times, then look down at the floor. Why does it matter to you? You got away from him, and while the scars still sting, you’re not suffering like those girls. But suffering and pain isn’t a competition. And what he did to them, he nearly did to you.
When you look back up, Lucien is watching you. A look on his face like he’s waiting for you to say something truly profound. “Because it’s my fault. I should have told more people about him. I should have listened to you and gone to the police. They might not have believed me, but it would have at least started something against him. And those girls… it’s my fault.”
“It’s not your fault though.”
“But it is!” you shout. Your hands are shaking and your heart is pounding. “I shouldn’t have kept my mouth shut. I should have done things differently. If I talked, then maybe they would have avoided him.”
Lucien nods and looks down. He writes on his note pad, then looks back up at you. “It’s not your fault, you know. He would have gotten off, you would have been ignored, and he would have hurt someone else. So, why do you want me to kill him and make him suffer?”
“Because I owe it to those girls, and any other women he’s ever hurt. I want him to know pain. I want him to suffer for hurting me and anyone else."
Lucien nods and seems satisfied with your answer. “Very well. Give me a few days to write up the contract, then I will return.”
“Just like that?”
“Yup. I will need you to release me from the circle though.”
“You won’t hurt me?”
“Now why would I ever want to hurt my favorite student?” Lucien winks at you.
Your face grows hot, but you ignore it. “Don’t call me your ‘favorite student’ and then wink at me. That’s weird.”
Lucien laughs. “Fair enough. Now, the circle?”
You nod and break the circle. Lucien smiles, adjusts his blazer, then steps over the line. He stops in front of you and gives you a devious smile. His hand cups your face, his thumb strokes your cheek affectionately. It feels nice, being touched so sweetly. It’s calming, but you’re not sure if there's more to this touch.
“I’ll be seeing you real soon, sweetheart. Then, the real fun will begin.”
You nod, not trusting yourself to say anything. He releases your face and walks past you. When you look over your shoulder, he’s gone.
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