Appreciation

“OH, HELL NO, LUCIFER,” Aunt Calice shrieked, throwing something. I couldn’t tell what since I was hidden in my room, but it was probably something like a crucifix, since Dad was here. “YOU KNOW THE RULES,”

“FOR THE LAST TIME, WRETCH, HE’S MY SON! I HAVE THE RIGHT TO SEE HIM,” Dad bellowed, stomping around the front room.

“IT MAY BE TRUE YOUR HIS BIOLOGICAL FATHER, BUT YOUR CON-ARTIST WIFE GAVE HIM TO ME AND I SAY YOU HAVE NO RIGHTS. NOT IN THIS HOUSE,” Aunt Calice snapped and I heard a splash that was probably holy water.

My name is Drew, I’m sixteen, and my Dad is the Devil and my Aunt/ Adoptive Mom is a sorceress. My life hard, complicated, and tiring. Dad comes over at least once every two weeks and Aunt Calice ends up yelling at him. I love her, but this is kinda extreme. Even if Dad is the ruler of Hell and commander of the demon armies.

I slowly opened my door and slipped out. I started walking down the hallway, my feet creaking on the floor boards. I heard the fighting go silent and after walking into the room, I noticed that the room still looked as it had before. Aunt Calice clearly used her magic to fix everything.

Speaking of Aunt Calice, she was in the kitchen, busily chopping vegetables for dinner.

“Oh, Andrew! There you are, sorry about the commotion,” Aunt Calice said, smiling at me when I walked over. “Just a dirty rat scurrying around the house and you know I can’t STAND those disgusting rodents,”

“Oh, I see,” I nodded, knowing that in her opinion she wasn’t lying. Aunt Calice is good looking for a two hundred thirty-four year old sorceress. She has long auburn coils that bounced when she walked, but recently, they’ve been streaked with silver. Her complexion was perfect with dimples and bright blue eyes, but now her face was creased with small wrinkles and occasionally had dark circles under her eyes.

She cares for me, cooks, and yells at my dad, STILL making time for her work. I walked over and hugged her, making her turn.

“You okay? Did you get into the potion room again?”

“Fine, just realized I haven’t appriciated you as much as I should,” I told her, stepping back. “Thanks for taking care of me Aunt Calice, It means so much to me.”

Her blue eyes started tearing up and sniffed, wiping her eyes.

“Oh, you useless boy,” Aunt Calice laughed, “Come on, why don’t you help me with dinner.”