Loved by a Devil by James Martins

for you." he smiled at me, his white teeth flashing. And I could also see something in his eyes that swept away nervousness, replacing it with relief, probably thinking I wouldn't wear it.
    "Thank you," I practically purred,-(okay, that was weird) handing him the bracelet.
    "Welcome." Drew finished fiddling with the bracelet and kissed my wrist.
    I withdrew my wrist, setting my now water filled ice pack on the table, and getting up from my seat. I saw Drew get a little anxious, but I quickly said-
    "I'm just going to use the little girls room real quick," I assured him, "Um, where is it?"
    (I ignored Blondie rolling her eyes at me.)
    "Okay, uh...oh! See that slutty blonde chick over there?" he gestured to the girl sitting by the bar, I saw her mouth drop open, obviously hearing Drew, "Just pass by her and take a right on the next turn."
    I fought the urge to laugh in hysteria, hearing Drew just say all of that so casually just made it even more funnier. I walked towards the bathroom, purposely flashing my bracelet at the girl by the bar, seeing her face turn the most blotchiest red, so red that it was inhuman. Her bright-as-flashlight green eyes full of pity and saying 'you should be ashamed'. I pretended I didn't notice her as I walked into the bathroom. I deeply prayed the bathroom wasn't as hideous than the rest of the restaurant. It wasn't really THAT bad. The room was brightly lit, just as the other rooms were, and deserted. I walked towards the sink, putting my face in my hands.
    I was trying hard to ignore the deep feeling in my gut, feeling sorry that I actually followed through with my whole selfish idea. I took a deep breath, letting it out, listening to the buzz of the heater on and the chatters of people outside. I discarded my hands from my face and looked at myself in the mirror. There were dark circles under my eyes, almost as purple as the bruise on the side of my jaw. I was actually surprised I was talking. My bright red-orange hair was a mess, the bangs hanging in my face. Annoyed, I brushed them out of my eyes. My face was a scary pale white-ivory, the bones clearly visible, sticking out sharply. My green eyes were more lighter than usual, bright with fever. My lips were chapped, and I was wearing my favorite gray sweatshirt that I wore the day I met Drew, still having bloodstains on the sleeves. God did I look like Hell.
    I sat down in the booth, looking at my burger with disgust. It looked far from appetizing.
    "I know what you're thinking, but just try it. It tastes delicious!" Drew encouraged me around a mouthful of food.
    "I'm not hungry." I told him.
    Drew swallowed, taking a swig of Cola, "The waiter brought your ice pack."
    "Thanks." I muttered, picking up the cold compress and pressing it gently to my jaw.
    Drew examined my wrist, "You took off your bracelet." he didn't sound angry, just annoyed.
    "Yeah, about that, I'm just not ready for that kind of thing." I said uncomfortably, remembering me discarding it in the bathroom.
    Drew threw his burger down on his plate with a splat . "But you accepted his gift." he snarled.
    "You want it?" I grabbed the crescent moon around my neck and jerked it off, breaking the chain to the necklace, "Here." I threw the broken jewelry at him.
    Drew muttered under his breath. I ignored him and took a sip of my soda.
    "Look, I'm sorry. Just here's your damn necklace." Drew threw it across the small table towards me.
    I snatched it from the polished wood, putting it in my pocket where the sunburst locket bracelet was.
    "You going to neglect it in your pocket like your doing to the gift I gave you ?" Drew spat.
    "Can't wear it because I freaking broke it!" I hissed.
    Crap, I was so close to cussing the second time in one night.
    "I'm gonna go to the bathroom before we leave." I hissed.
    I practically sprinted to the bathroom, slamming the stall door behind me.
    I walked out of the bathroom, turning the corner and seeing Drew in a disgusting embrace with the waitress,