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7 years later... "Eric, I'm going to school!" Molly shouted. "Are you coming?" "Yeah! I'll be there in a minute!" I shouted back. 7 years had gone by without parents. It took a while to save up some money, but Molly and I finally got enough to rent an apartment. She was 15 now, and I was 17. I ran to the car and got into the driver's seat. "Dang, you look like a wreck," said Molly. "It wasn't another one of those dreams, was it?" "It was," I sighed. "I just wish it would end." "I know how you feel," she said. "I just miss them so much." We drove silently the rest of the way to school. Then I saw her. Carly. The love of my life. Oh, how I wanted her all to myself. But, of course, she's the most popular girl in school. She's hard to get to know better when there's 20 other guys hovering over her like fish staring at a shiny hook. But she was finally alone. I took a deep breath and walked up to her. "Hey, Carly," I said shakily. "Oh, hey Eric," she said, almost crying. "Are you okay?" I asked. "You look sad." "I-I'm fine..." she said. I looked at her in disbelief. "Okay," she sighed. "Well, it started earlier today when I was eating lunch, and then Jake, my boy-err, ex boyfriend-texted me and said he was breaking up with me. He broke up with me over a text! " "Carly, I'm so sorry..." I trailed off. I hugged her for a moment, then looked into her eyes. Her lips barely touched mine when I heard a voice screaming at me in the parking lot.
"Hello, son," said my father. "What...dad!?" I said in disbelief. "Wh-what are you doing here?" "Just talking to my son," he smirked. He had an evil look in his eyes. "Carly, I'm sorry, but can I talk to my dad in private?" I said. "I haven't seen him in years." "Of course, Eric," she said. She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. "Call me!" "Alright, what the hell do you really want?" I almost shouted. "I just wanted to make sure you were doing okay..." he said coldly. "You look....really good. How is it you look really good!?" "What are you talking about!?" I now shouted. "When I cut you!" he screamed. "You were supposed to..." "Supposed to what!?" I yelled back. "Nevermind, I've said too much," he said. "Tell me!" I screamed. "Tell me now!" "Alright!" he said. "You were supposed to be having nightmares every night about that one night, and you were supposed to turn into...." "Into what!?" I yelled. "What the hell are you talking about?" "You're supposed to turn into the devil."