I'm seated in the passenger seat of my boyfriend's car while soft jazz music plays from the speakers and I look up at the stars. I'm wearing a dark hoodie, dark pants and shoes and the car's parked right outside the store. Max decided to get some stuff because I couldn't walk in there dressed like a thief. Once that cashier sees a Mexican woman wearing all black he will immediately call the police even if I didn't attempt to steal.

Max didn't wear all black because he's not the one on the run. I am. Why am I running and who might be chasing me? Well, it's a bit cliche actually. I'm running from my parents, why? Because they're a bunch of psychopathic Satan worshipers who made a deal with the devil to be wealthy and in exchange they have to give me up for marriage. I have to marry him.

Psychotic, I know. I was ten years old when my parents told me that we're a family of Satanists and when I turn eighteen I have to get married to the devil. The actual devil, Lucifer, the first fallen angel, God's enemy Lucifer.

I'm not a practising Satanist, neither am I a practising Christian. I'm not religious and I did not choose to be born into this world. So yes, I'm running with the true love of my life away from all that madness.

I was never supposed to have a boyfriend because I was always destined to get married to the devil. My mom would always tell me that my eyes should be on Lucifer and Lucifer only. Every time I fantasize about getting married I should think of getting married to Lucifer, every time I think of my first kiss I should think of kissing Lucifer, when I touch myself I should think of Lucifer.

So basically, I kept my relationship with Max a secret.

I tried thinking about marrying and kissing a man with horns and a tail but I always end up either grimacing or vomiting. Turns out Lucifer doesn't have horns and a tail mom told me he's handsome like that's going to help matters.

Max is my first love, he and I have never had sex but we have kissed and I have fantasized about getting married to him. I love Max that's why we decided to run away together while everyone was distracted at my birthday party. My age mates weren't even there just a bunch of oldies who worship Satan.

When I told Max about Lucifer he was shocked but also not surprised because he grew up in a Christian home he automatically believes in all this stuff and Christians have a saviour complex so he didn't hesitate when I told him we should run away. He chose to run away with me because he loves me. He also chose to do it because he wants to save me from the devil. It's what a good Christian would do. I already told myself there's no way I'm getting married to Lucifer, no fucking way. I love Max and Max is who I want to be with.

I remember every time I told any of my classmates that I was going to get married to the devil, they'd look at me like I was crazy and would call me a witch. Well, technically I am but I don't use my powers, my parents do. My parents are evil people and I have to run away from them.

A normal Mexican would work hard for what they want but my parents chose to make a deal with the devil to get wealth, success and magic. How dumb is that?

I have done unforgivable things with my powers, unintentionally of course. Ally Blue, the middle school bully is blind because of me. At the time I thought she deserved it but as I grew older I realized she was just a kid raised by an abusive dad who had a lot of growing up to do. Now, she's blind forever.

I can't begin to count how many times my mom has forced me to do magic and I'd tell her I didn't want to. That woman is not a good role model at all, my dad included. I know that they love me and they want what's best for me, but marrying me off to the devil is not it. I know the devil will take their souls if they don't comply but can't they make that sacrifice for me? Don't they love me enough to not want to send me to hell to get married to public enemy number one?

I'm out of my thoughts when I hear the doorbell jingle and I spot Max carrying a lot of stuff in his hands and headed toward the car. Something falls to the ground while he tries to balance all of it in his hands.

I get out of the car as soon as possible and I head toward him to help. I pick up what seems to be Cheetos, my favourite.

"Aww, you remembered," I say to him. He smiles at me.

"Anything for you angel." I blush. Angel is his nickname for me but I blush every time he calls me that. But our couple's name is M&M because the first initial of our name is M, people don't call us Maria and Max they simply call us M&M. So cute.

I help take some of the stuff from his hands. There are toilet rolls, washing soap, food... everything we need. I still can't believe we're doing this. I'm convinced my boyfriend loves me more than my parents do.

We're headed to the car now.

Max and I met sophomore year at Maston Lane High. I had a huge crush on him. He was the hottest black guy in our school. I think he was the first hot black guy in that school. He was muscular for his age, very mature not like the other dumb teenage boys and he was respectful.

He was raised by his mom so it's no surprise there. His dad was a deadbeat he never knew him. I still can't believe his mom gave him his blessing to run away with me. But why am I surprised they're Christians and like I said. Savior complex.

Max closes the door after he puts all the groceries in the back seat. He begins to breathe in and out. Damn, he's so hot when he's sweaty.

"Is that everything?" I ask him and he nods.

"What we need, for now."

"Hey." I place my hand on his hand muscular hand and he looks at me and smiles. He has told me countlessly that he forgets his problems every time he looks at me. My face is like a drug to him. I love looking at him as well. He has such beautiful round lips, I love to twirl his dreads and did I mention how much I love his round lips?

"Are we really doing this?"

"Angel I told you, I don't regret doing this and I would do this for you a thousand times in a heartbeat." Yes, this man definitely loves me more than my parents do. It's such a shame really.

I lean next to him and we begin to kiss, kissing him is the best thing to do in this relationship. I love that his lips blend well with my full lips. I love that he loves kissing me and I love that he loves me and I love him too. Every time we kiss or make out we forget about the world around us, everything stands still. We're lost in each other's touch.

The car doors fly open which makes us flinch we stop kissing to see what's going on.

"COME OUT MARIA! DON'T MAKE MATTERS WORSE!"

"YES MIJA, WE JUST WANT WHAT'S BEST FOR US, FOR OUR FAMILY."

Shit, shit shit. My parents. They found us.