She Who Has No One I Was there a time where I could have said, "I hated my father?". Yes, many times. Was there a time where all I wanted to do was run away? Of course. Was there a time when I wanted his forgiveness? Yes. My name is Jahel Vanlenzuela. I am a ship's mechanic (in training). I am 16 years old and I have nobody left. My mother is in a mental home and my father was killed by-believe or not, it's true- a demon called 'La Boyúna'. There were witnesses, me, Emmett Cole and others. There was video proof. 8 episodes worth of La Boyúna's secrets. It was a dark and stormy night, like how all horror movies begin. I was sitting next to a bench between my father and Captain Kurt Brynildson, the private security. Now before I go any farther I just want to say that Kurt may be a suspicious, one-man-for-himself guy. He is supposed to be a murderer...until he confessed and gave up. But he is really sweet. To me. The way he looks at me. The tone of his voice. When he talks to me and Lena, the girl who won all the beauty pageants when she was on land, he talks to her with his deep gruff and German voice. When he talks to me, his voice raises and turns into a sweet and gentle manner, from his tough and overly masculine ways. He is quiet around me, only saying a few words when he has to. "How are we going to get out of of the river? The Boyúna won't let us leave, now we know all-if not-most of her secrets." Lena asked. "What does it want from us?" Then it hit me. The first day we arrived here it wanted blood. We only gave it a little bit. It wants more. "Blood."I whispered. "It wants blood. A whole person." There was a long silence. "Who will we give up?" Clark snickered. "We have Jonas's dead body." Lincoln Cole suggested. "That's a rotting old body. The Boyúna won't touch that. He is covered in parasites." Tess stated. "I'll go." Lincoln said. "No. You just got your family back." Clark said. "I'll go." Kurt said. "My job is to keep you all safe. I will do it." "I can't let you go, Kurt. You are in contact with the outside and what if there's trouble." I said, in a hurry. Clark and A.J shook their heads. "All right. I go." My Papá said finally. Would I mind him going? He has kept so many secrets, told so many lies? I sighed, feeling the tears run down my cheeks. "Jahel?" "Do what you think is best, Papá." That's when he left. He chanted in both English and Spanish. I watched from a window. I saw everything. The vine that came down and took him by the neck. The demon itself devouring my father alive. All the blood and the screams and the horror coming from my father was unbelievable. Two months later in Las Angles, Nevada there was a funeral held for the 4 people who died. Russell Laundry, Jonas Beckett, Sammy, who I can't be bothered to remember his last name since he died on the first day, and Emilio Valenzuela. Friends, Family and strangers showed up to the ceremony then we all left. I stayed with Kurt the entire time. At one point during the ceremony, Kurt wrapped his arms around me and I just sobbed in his shirt. I inhaled the scent of his cologne between sobs. Too comforting. We went to the Cole's house for a small, bland dinner of chicken and carrots. I was to live with them until I would be flown away to Montana, to work at my Aunts diner. Kurt drove me to my father's old apartment to help me gather my things. We walked up 5 flights of stairs and around ten narrow hallways until we found apartment E107. I took out the key that was hidden in a potted plant next to the door and unlocked it. Without saying a word, I walked into my bedroom and took out my suitcase from the closet. I heard Kurt's lingering footsteps come down the hallway, obviously not knowing where I am, since I took off so fast. "In here!" I called. His pace quickened as he entered my room and plopped himself on the bed I have been sleeping in most of my #life. "Do need help?" He asked. "I do need help." I replied, opening my closet to find only more clothes and old Barbie dolls. I threw him a box, telling him he can put all my undergarments in there. He gave me a quizzical look. "What ever you say." He sat up and walked to my dresser and slowly opened the top drawer. He held up a pink sports bra and he choked on a laugh. "Are all bras like this?" "No, some are padded, some are like that for sports, some are pointed, some aren't." I explained, folding up clothes, and putting it away. I heard the door open and close, wondering who was there I poked my head out my door. Two chocolate brown eyes were staring at me. The eyes I thought were gone for good. My mother was standing right in front of me.