Demon Sister by Josie Jones (best books to read in your 20s .TXT) 📖

money obsessive dad, that meant something really bad. In terms for you, if you had the plan to kill daddy.
“Sure. Let’s just drive away from the only clue we have to get redemption. Good plan. In fact, it’s the best plan since Ethan suggested to me that we should kill my dad while he was sleeping.”
Now it was- finally- my turn to glare at Ethan, who had stopped and turned back around to wait and listen to us.
“I said I’m sorry countless times, kiddo.”
“Yeah, well I still have nightmares from all the blood and walking dead. Oh- and I shouldn’t forget the burning scars on my back every time I shower.”
“Luckily that isn’t that often now, is it?” Lilith sneered gleefully while stepping over another human body part so deformed, I’m not even sure if it was a leg or an arm.
Ethan coughed to cover up the laugh but I still saw the amused glitter in his eyes, as we walked back to the car and drove off before the police arrived. It didn’t look good for us if we were seen at the crime scene. Not to mention all the blood on Lilith’s (Rose’s) dress.
“So,” I broke the silence in the car, as we were driving. Neither Ethan nor Lilith said something to interrupt me.
“The Abyss tried to swallow my sister and my daddy is still now where to be found.”
“Good observation, Holmes,” Ethan sighed and turned down the radio, which filled my head with even more annoying catchy songs than Rose’s favorite singer Taylor Swift.
“Thanks, Watson. But what I don’t understand- why is Satan after Lilith?”
Looking over my shoulder to watch Lilith I was a bit amazed. She was really sleeping. Eyes closed, snuggled against the window.
“She’s sleeping,” I whispered, still astonished. Ethan smiled shortly before pressing down the gas pedal.
“Bet she had a lot on her mind. Maybe she can’t figure out herself, why the Abyss is after her.”
Still observing my sister sleeping, I titled my head a bit to the right.
“Do you think I’ll get her back any time soon?”
“You want me to be honest?”
“No.”
“I’ll be it anyway: I don’t think so, kiddo. Lilith seems to be the first high class demon and I think she isn’t giving up the body.”
I understood that. But it was still annoying. At last, I had a useful clue to where my father was heading (north proved to be right, as Ethan asked at the gas station if they saw a big, black car with a scary looking men inside and they confirmed it) and my sister had to be taken over by a high-class demon. With every other demon I would be finished by now, having my real sister back.
“Why does everything have to get complicated when you’re short before winning?”
It was a rhetorical question, so Ethan saw no need to answer. Still, he looked at me quite confused.
“Winning what?”
Slowly I turned around again, leaning against the chair and closing my eyes.
“The game of life.”
Which, by the way, sucked as hell for me. I have never been a good gamer.
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Text: Josie Jones
Publication Date: 02-09-2011

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Dedication:
For my love, and only love: Ice Cream