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Lawrence woke in the early morning when he felt the mattress sunk.
He was not in a deep sleep. He was half awake ever since his sister woke up –– again, by nightmares.
He wanted to ask and comfort her, but he knew she didn’t want that. He knew his sister would only feel guilty because she didn’t want anyone to worry about her.
That’s just how she is.
She didn’t want to trouble anyone.
When his sister got up, he knew where she went and who the person she seeks refuge.
He was pained and frustrated that he couldn’t do anything to help her. He wanted to grow up quickly so he could support her as the demon could.
He fixated his attention on his surroundings, particularly on the demon’s movement. One wrong move and he would kick that demon back to hell.
The demon covered his sister with a blanket. Then he tucked her hair behind her ear as he stared at her for what seemed to be an eternity.
At that moment, even though the demon’s eyes were scary as it glowed under the dim room –– he couldn’t help but wonder.
Do demons love too?
He didn’t have the chance to ponder as his eyes widened when the demon kissed his sister’s lips, her nose, then her forehead.
His fingers curled against his palms under the blanket.
This asshole! No one molests my sister and gets away with it!
He was ready to jump at him and wrestle him down, but the demon turned around, exposing the red marks on his shirt. At the sight, he noticed the faint lingering smell of blood. Then it was gone the moment the devil left the room.
. . .
. . .
Did his wounds re-opened because he carried my sister all the way here?
His eyes fell on the peaceful smile on his sister’s sleeping face.
. . .
. . .
That man is a demon. He concluded.
He is also brainwashing me!
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