The Devils Deals

The Scars She Hid From The World

REGINA MCBRIDE

The heavy iron gates of the Wilderness Correction Camp groaned as they released me after three years of state-sponsored hell. I stood on the dirt road, clutching a plastic bag that held my entire life, waiting for the family that claimed they sent me there for "rehab." My brother, Brady, picked me up in a luxury SUV only to throw me out onto a deserted highway in the middle of a brewing storm. He told me I was a "public relations nightmare" and that the rain might finally wash the "stink" of the camp off me. He drove away, leaving me to limp miles through the mud on a snapped ankle. When I finally dragged myself to our family estate, my mother didn't offer a hug; she gasped in horror because my muddy clothes were ruining her Italian marble. They didn't give me my old room back. Instead, they banished me to a moldy gardener’s shack and hired a "babysitter" to make sure I didn't embarrass them further. My sister, Kaleigh, stood there in white cashmere, pretending to cry while clinging to her fiancé, Ambrose—the man who had once been mine. They all treated me like a volatile junkie, refusing to acknowledge that Kaleigh was the one who planted the drugs in my bag three years ago. They wanted to believe I was broken so they wouldn't have to feel guilty about the "wellness retreat" that was actually a torture chamber. I sat in the dark of that shed, feeling the cooling gel on the cigarette burns that covered my arms, and realized they had made a fatal mistake. They thought they had erased me, but I had returned with a roadmap of scars and a hidden satellite phone. At dinner, I didn't beg for their love. I simply rolled up my sleeves and showed them the price of their silence. As the wine spilled and the lies crumbled, I sent a single text to the only person I trusted: "I'm in. Let them simmer." The hunt was finally on.

Modern Revenge Scheming

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I took a deep breath as I watched the souls of those who had sinned.

"All right, turn on the fire," I ordered my companions, they obeyed and immediately increased the fire, which made the surroundings even louder because of the moaning of the people there.

"Princess Ksara, your father is calling you." Bored I looked at the caller to me, I took a deep breath then took the tail of the dragon that was next to me.

"All right, I'm on my way." I gently said, then lowering my tail and legs, I started to walk out of this room while the tail that I was holding was beating the people near me.

I breathed a sigh of relief as their noise disappeared from my hearing, deafening.

I walked upstairs to Father's room while fixing the tail of the dragon that I was holding.

Two of my father's staff opened his door, and from outside I could smell my mother's fishy smell with my sister. I was shocked to see the three of them looking at me.

"Are you calling me?" I asked and sat down on an empty seat here in front of my father.

Father smiled and then showed me a soul that was coming out of his body.

"Isn't that nice?" My father asked me, I just looked at him and waited for what he would say next.

"You're too serious Ksara." Mother said laughing as she sat on a soul without eyes.

"When did Ksara not get serious?" Alada, my sister, asked. She looked in her mirror as she sharpened her longhorn. I took a deep breath and then played with the tail I was holding.

"I'm going to punish people, you're wasting my time," I said and stood up.

"Leave it to Alada to punish the people." Said father so I looked at Alada who didn't say anything to her.

"And why?" I asked my father, smiled and clapped his hand so that he could have a piece of paper in his left hand.

"New mission for the princess," Dad said with a smile and threw the paper he was holding before me, I immediately caught it and looked at it.

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