Chapter Eighteen: His frightening secret

Baila

The relentless thud of knuckles on my door synced effortlessly with the pounding in my head. The headache torturing me that early morning was the kind of pain that happened every time I had to battle the demon part of me.

Unlike the other headaches, this one was not accompanied by the usual screaming in my head demanding that I use my powers. There was no voice lulling and calling me to maim, kill, and destroy.

There was only one other demon I knew. One who was the culprit for the headache threatening to make me pass out.

Nolan.

My muscles screamed in protest as I sat up, and the raw sting in my throat reminded me of how much I had yelled during my argument with Nolan yesterday. He deserved every sharp word I uttered. Unfortunately, I was paying the price for my uncontrolled temper.

Whoever was at the door would soon pay that price as well.

The knocking continued, grating on my nerves.