Devils Roses 01 - Cursed

hadn’t noticed since Shane had come, was finding it way up into my chest.
    I slipped out of the sheets, trying desperately to ignore the pain in my chest. I would need to clean the sheets, if I was going to leave and stay with Shane. I threw on my clothes quickly and started on the guest bed.
    “ Uh, why are you washing the guest room sheets?” Blake’s voice made me jump.
    I turned to look at him. “I’m heading to Shane’s house.”
    He laughed, looking at my red face and raised an eyebrow inquisitively. “Want to tell me something, Aimes? Did Shane come over?”
    I frowned. “No. What?” My tone raised an octave.
    He cocked his head. “Why are you blushing like that? You look super guilty, did you break something?” He looked around panicking, making me laugh.
    I shook my head. "I'm not Alise, dude." I closed the washing machine on my sheets and walked out of the laundry room.
    “ Your sister is getting suspicious as to why I can’t have her over right now, while my parents are away."
    "You can, I'm leaving."
    "So why are you washing the sheets to the guest room, you haven’t even slept in, if you're leaving?”
    He closed the laundry room door and slumped onto the couch, with one leg up on the back of it. He was sprawled out, looking up at the ceiling. “I don’t think you should be leaving?"
    I laughed and sat on the couch across from him. “Why?"
    He smirked, still looking at the ceiling. “Because you still need to tell me who you had sex with, in my guest room.”
    “ I never had any sex. I was seriously just cleaning the sheets, ‘cause I want them fresh, you know. I like the smell of fresh sheets.” My excuse made no sense. He looked amused.
    “ I found this though, and I’m pretty sure it isn’t mine or my dad’s.” He pulled a white undershirt out of the couch cushions. I frowned at him, puzzled. It was Shane’s undershirt. I wanted to grab it and smell it, but I resisted. I knew my eyes had already revealed more than enough, with my surprised look.
    “ I stashed it when I heard you in the laundry room. I saw the bed all rumpled and ripped apart. It was on the floor of the guest room. Now spill the beans, or I’m phoning Shane and asking why you couldn’t just do it at his house.” He joked, but I knew he was enough of a pest that he would do it.
    I dropped my face into my hands, ashamed. “Okay—God! I lost my virginity in your guest bed. I’m so sorry.”
    He grimaced. “Throw the sheets out, Aimee. Damn, we aren’t hard up for sheets around here. My mom has a whole closet with just sheets in it. Where is Shane, anyway?”
    I felt even worse and groaned into my hands. “The sheets are fine, I’m washing them to be polite. Shane went home.”
    He sat up. “Is he okay?”
    I shivered. “Yeah, he’s fine? Why?”
    “ What about the guardian angel and the death prophecy?” He seemed more sarcastic than usual, but of course Blake didn’t believe Aleksander was real. He was part of my drug-induced brain tumor.
    I looked up, meeting his worried face. “The magical guardian angel and I are done.”
    His eyes flashed with recognition, as he recalled that part of the story. “But the demon with molasses blood did say you were a danger to other people?”
    I nodded.
    He grimaced again. “Why did Shane leave, is he hurt?”
    I threw the couch cushion at him. “He was weirded out by what happened in your guest room, hamtard.”
    Blake shook his head, disgusted with me. “I can't say I blame him; really could have happened at his house, dude.”
    Sheepishly, I nodded. “I know, I’m so sorry.”
    “ Hope you don’t mind that I told him what you told me, or that you were here.”
    I shook my head.
    “ See the reason I did is, uh, well we think you need medical help. I'm kinda sickened Shane had sex with you. He agrees with me that you need psychiatric help.”
    My eyes shot up at him. “What?” That had come up out of nowhere.
    “ We just think that there is seriously something wrong with you, medically and this brain tumor or whatever is wrong with you, needs to be checked out. You’re delusional. One minute you’re soooo in love with some guardian angel, and then the next, it’s Shane. Then some demon makes you drink his black blood and you’re all better. Come on, Aimee. Listen to yourself for one minute.”
    I was lost. He was my best friend in the entire world and he wanted to lock me up.
    Shane had agreed with him.
    I was alone.
    Blake’s face