Heaven and Hell - Emily F. Walton (feel good books to read txt) 📗

not going to the party with you." her voice had slightly more emotion in it. I leaned even closer and dared to brush my lips against her curved neck.

wrong move.

she tasted so sweet, and amazing. like... God, I don't Know how else to explain it. she tasted like Heaven.

It was also a wrong move, becuase she gasped, spun around, slapped me across the face, and whirled around to gracefully glidded down the stairs. I frowned after, adjusted my shorts, filled out the binder and grabbed my shirt. I almost decided to stand there and wait for her, then a thought hit me.

she was Grace's sister. I was getting a ride from her in less then 20 minutes. I could wait that long, right?

maybe.

Heaven

I seriously thought about just ditching my sister and Diablo and just going home, but in the end I didn't. I had promised That I'd give her and 'her friend that wanted to help for the party' a ride. if I wasn't such a nice person, she'd be screwed.

I couldn't beleive he had the nerve to even try and do that! taking off his shirt was one thing. crowding my space was one thing. but hell, kissing my neck? he was a dumbass. he was lucky all I did was slap him, the jerk.


" hey, sis. Thanks for driving us." Grace said, climbing into the passenger seat.

" yeah, thanks, Heaven." Diablo said right next to my ear. I jumped, then realized he was leaning on the seats from the back. I nodded mutely, and they talked for a while. there was too much traffic when we got off from school, so we took a long time.

I almost screamed when I suddenly felt a hand on my shoulder, exspecually the one next to the door. then I realized Diablo had snaked his hand around my seat. soon he was tracing my collar bone, and my neck, and any bare skin he could find. finally, after a minute or two, I moved, as if to brush my ear against my shoulder, while I was actually digging hte spike I'd aquired in the upper range of my ear over the summer into his hand. he hissed in a sharp breath and yanked his hand away.

" what's wrong?" my sister asked sweetly.

" hand got stuck on the seat. it's nothing."

" It looks like someone stabbed you, Diablo." she said too sweetly, flirting her head off.

" something did. it was in the seat. It's fine." she sighed, but let it go as we pulled up to our resonably large house. I waited for them to get out before announcing

" I'm going to see Jeremiah." and backing out. my sister flinched.

jeremiah was our little brother. he died last year, he was 15. he'd shot himself. I visited his grave as often as I could. my parents where cruel. you know how you could carve images in the stone? well, they decided it was apropriate to carve a gun into it. they weren't home but for about a month a year, and we think that's part of the reason he shot himself. they stayed for a full 3 days after it happened, then were off ot paris or something or another.


when I got to the cemetery, it took me a second to realize why something felt so off.

someone else was standing next to Jeremiahs grave. it took me another second to realize it was Lillian, his ex-girlfriend. I approached slowly, and realized she was crying.

" hey." I said softly, standing next to her. she jumped, then relaxed when she say it was me.

" I-I thought you w-were your sister." she siad through her silent sobs. I instinctively pulled her closer and hugged her. I didn't say anything, becuase nothing I said could bring him back. she cried silently into my shoulder till she was done, then pulled back.

" thank you, Heaven. so much." I nodded, brushing her hair out of her eyes.

" he really loved you, Lil." she smiled sadly.

" what he really loved was you. he always talked about you." I smiled, and hugged her once more before letting her go. she walked off as I folded myself on the ground.

Diablo


when I woke up on friday, I couldn't quite remember where I was, before Grace moved next to me. then I remembered that I was in Graces room, and how we'd gone there after everyone left. I heard someone shuffling around downstairs, and realized it must have been Heaven. I slipped away from her, and pulled on my boxers and Jeans, not bothering to button or zip them, just to tick her off. then I jogged downstairs to find Heaven cooking something, still in pajamas, and I had to stop for a second, suprised. she had a skin tight cami on, and what looked like would-be soft pajama pants on. her hair was tamed and straight, flowing around her, and she was humming softly in a beautiful voice that could have been in Honor choir. I stood there, opened mouthed, till she caught sight of me and gasped, almost tipping over the pan she'd been cooking with, looking away quickly.

" I thought Grace would've gone home with someone." she said softly, twisting her hair into a small bun and pulling back. I frowned when she sat a pan of spaghetti on the table.

"It's good for hangovers, trust me." she said, smirking. I gave her a disbelieving look, but let it go and sat down as she handed me a plate and fork.

" and drink a BIg glass of water, too." she said before setting one beside my empty plate and disappearing down a hallway. a few seconds later i heard a shower turn on, and then she appeared again, heading upstairs.

she was right, It did help. alot. my pounding headached dulled, and I didn't feel like throwing up. she appeared at the top of the stairs, helping a bathrobed Grace take them one step at a time, then disappeared down the hallway again. a few more minutes and she was sitting across from me, stretching and yawning. I stared at the bellybutton ring she had, and she caught me staring and pulled her shirt down .

" you have a belly button ring." she arched an eyebrow, the first emotion I've seen that wasn't happy or angry.

" you sound suprised." I shrugged, leaning back and streatching as well. she grimaced, looking away from me till I was done, then answered my statment more throughfully.

" yes, I have a belly button ring. and, as you found out, a spiked earing."

" why?" she shrugged.

" because I felt like it." I shook my head,yawning. she tilted her chin toward the stairs.

" there's a shower connected to the second water heater upstairs. do you want to use it?" I ran a hand threw my hair.

" fine." I finally said, standing up. she stood up as well, and started up the stairs before me.

" stop staring at my ass, please. It's very annoying." I rolled my eyes.

" how do you know stuff like that? and you knew I wanted to ask you to the party, too." She shrugged, pushing a door just off the staircase open. Inside was a very adult looking room. It was all dark shades of greens and blues, with the occasional brown, and it was tiled, not carpet. there was a neatly made bed and a couch in two of the corners, with a big bay window that over looked the backyard inbetween. I stopped, open mouthed. the room was huge. it probably took up half of this side of the second floor.

" you coming?" she said, walking across the floor to a dark colored door, pausing for me to fallow.

" is this your parent's room?" she shook her head, shoving the door to reveal a just as tidy and matching bathroom, with a full shower, full Jaccuzzi bathtub, and plenty of moving space.

" nope, it's mine. mom and dad's is downstairs, across from where Jeremiah's used to be. there's some, uh, less femamine smelling shampoo and stuff downstairs, if you want me to get that." I nodded, still gazing around. she closed the door, and I jumped. the whole wall, besides the door, was a mirror. all of it. she appeared a minute later with some axe shampoo and some kind of body soap.

" you need to hurry up, you know. my sisters waiting for you downstairs." I groaned, and I swore I heard her laugh as she closed the bathroom door and left.

Heaven

when I jogged back downstairs, the spaghetti was gone.

" sometimes I don't know what I'd do if you werent' around." Grace said miserably, like it hurt her to say it. I shook my head.

" you'd be alright. I just make it easier." she nodded, then sighed.

" do I have to go to school?" I gave her a long look.

" It'd be nice, but I'm not mom." she nodded, standing up and stretching.

" alright, then I'm going back to bed." I sighed, but waved her off. I was cleaning up in the kitchen, still in my pajamas, when someone rang the door bell. I looked outside and groaned.

Freddy was standing outside.

I almost didn't answer the door, but did anyway.

" hey, Grace, I-"

" not Grace." I said in my neutral tone. his eyes widened, and he studied me even more.

" oh, sorry. you looked like your sister. I left my Jacket here last night. coudl I..." I nodded, stepping aside and letting him in.I felt his eyes on me as I rounded the corner into the kitchen again, to find Diablo, cleaned up and decently dressed, going through the cabniets.

" issues?" I said, making him jump about a foot in the air.

" uh, yeah. I want a drink, but my cups not here. help?" I gave him a long look, then tilted my chin to the cabniet next to me.

" in there. make sure freddy finds what he needs." as I said that, Freddy appeared.

" Got it. thanks, Heaven." I nodded.

" welcome. can you tell the school that me and my sister aren't comeing today?" he frowned.

" your excuse is..." I shrugged.

" tell'em my parents wanted us to meet them at the airport." he nodded as I gasped.

"shit." I said, running for the stairs as he left. I shook Grace awake.

" Common, Girl. Let's go." I made sure she got up, then sprinted out the door to run smack into Diablo.

" Issues?" he mocked. I growled.

" yeah, Kinda. our parents do want us to meet them at the airport today." We heard Grace groan loudly. I joined her when I realized what I'd forgot last night.

"and I only have anough gas to coast my way to the school, let alone hte airport." Diablo's face lit up.

" I'll take you." I was about to object, but he jogged down the stairs and out the door. I hesitated, then sprinted to my room and changed.


Diablo

" sis, please. let me borrow the van. please." I couldn't believe that I was actually begging my sister to let me use the