Heaven or Hell

A servant, who I hadn't bothered to learn the name of, brought a car for me to use. True to his word, Julian let me go. I had taken some of the clothes we had bought yesterday. It seemed a life time ago, those happy few hours spent with Julian. All it had been was a way for me to lower my guard. Accept what was coming my way without putting up much resistance. He had known who I was. What I was to him, but kept it hidden. Kept it a secret even from his grandmother. All of this had happened too fast for me to comprehend. One moment I was home and in hell, the next I was half way to a heaven I hadn't believed in. Now I was going back to the hell where all my demons still lurked. How would any of them react upon my arrival? Would father throw me to the literal wolves?

I stole one last glance at the room that was supposed to be mine. A sanctuary that I so desperately wanted to make my home. I looked towards Julian's room, the door still so eerily similar to my neckl