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Last night I did 'it' with Rayne, for the first time ever. This morning I was convinced I had made the right decision but after today's events I'm not so sure. Today was my first day at work and some how the people I worked with managed to guess that I had gone all the way with Rayne- a demon. They were very angry with me especially Greg my boss. I was so upset when I left work but when I saw Rayne across the street waiting I was so happy. Even that was short lived. Rayne confessed he stole a car for me. We had an argument and Rayne stormed out the house slamming the door behind him. The whole day had been awful and now I was wondering if I had made the right choice last night. Greg warned me about Rayne, he said that Rayne was dangerous and I didn't want to believe him but now I'm having doubts. Small doubts that I could probably forget if everyone stopped badgering me and Rayne started acting like a civilised human being- I hope. Either way I'm feeling pretty sorry for myself.
Depressed I head into my bedroom and flop down on the bed and start to read a book. I had finished the first paragraph when a loud bang rattled the front door. Putting my book down I opened the door. A very large stout woman with no neck and a bright red perm stood on my doorstep.
"Darling!" she cried forcing her way into my home, blowing a kiss in my ear as she passed, "Rudolph has told me all about your circumstances darling and I'm here to help! Francois, the charts!" she barked. A slim grey haired man dressed in dirty brown robes appeared from thin air carrying a large leather bound book.
"Who are you?" I said confused as the woman shook her head and tutted at my wallpaper.
"Dreadful darling, dreadful. Paper on the walls is very provincial. Francois will make it nice- if he knows what is good for him." The woman shot the man a dark look and continued further into the flat, "Very hokey darling. Tsk-tsk."
"Who are you?" I asked again.
"Greta Cochon, darling but every one calls me Piggy darling," She laughed grabbing Francois by the scruff and throwing him into the kitchen, "Sort out that mess Francois."
Piggy? What kind of a nickname was Piggy and more importantly why was she in my house.
"Excuse me, what are you doing here?" I asked.
Piggy blinked for a second at me as if I was madwoman.
"FRANCOIS!" Piggy charged into the kitchen and grabbed Francois by the ankel and dragged him back into the corridor. Pulling him to his feet Piggy said, "Francois, tell little missy here who Piggy is?"
Francois hesitated weakly muttering, "But the charts.."
"NEVER mind your wretched charts!" She yelled rattling him by the foot.
Sighing he said as if he had said it a thousands times before, "Miss Piggy is the greatest interior designer to have ever lived. She has decorated the likes of palaces, temples and now your home."
"Good boy, Francois." She smiled flinging him back towards the kitchen.
"Rudolph sent you, I remember him saying something about a house warming gift."
"Good darling- Oh my gawd." She said fixated at something behind me.
Rayne had walked in through the door. He glanced at Piggy then at me waiting for a reasonable explanation.
"This is Piggy, she has come to make over our apartment. Rudolph sent her." I said watching the nerve on his jaw line twitch at the mere mention Rudolph's name. Rayne pointed to the front door and said, "Get ou-" Suddenly Rayne was silenced. A sausage like finger had rested upon his lips. Piggy whispered, "Hello darling. You're very handsome and I'm very rich would you like to my husband- well husband number 9." Piggy reached into her bra and pulled a wad of cash and waved it under Rayne's nose.
"You like it eh? You see more if you dancey dance." Piggy said.
Rayne was actually backing away from the amorous advances of Piggy. I watched in horror and hilarity as Piggy slammed the front door before Rayne could escape out. Francois suddenly poked his head through the kitchen door, "Miss. Piggy the charts are done..."
"You idiot! Why are you trying to ruin my seduction!" Piggy charged at the kitchen door and Francois slammed the door shut. She banged on the door furiously yelling "FRANCOIS!"
Rayne pulled me against him like a human shield and muttered, "Help me."
If only Greg could see Rayne now, I smiled to myself.
Piggy threw a few insults at the door and turned to face us. Rayne held me tight his arms wrapped round my waist. Piggy studied us for a second, her beady eyes focusing in on our embrace.
Rayne said weakly, "This is my girlfriend."
Piggy heaved a sigh of disappointment.
"We are going to get married one day." Rayne added.
I quickly snapped "No-" but Rayne clamped his hand over my mouth.
Piggy snorted, "Well darling when you get bored- and you will. Here's my card." She said and placed a calling card down on the table and winked at Rayne.
"Now my darlings I must leave you," she announced, breaking down the kitchen door and picking up Francois by the scruff of his robes. "I shall be back in week time to implement my grand design! Come Francois!" she huffed dragging the poor man out of our house by his beard.
Rayne slammed the door shut.
"I'm going to kill Rudolph." He said.
"We need to go to the store."
"Did you see they way she looked at me?"
"Her eyes undressing you, imagining what you would taste like..." I replied trying not to laugh.
"Ha-ha. Well, the car is gone so can I have my kiss?"
"Shopping first. Make out later." I said walking into the kitchen looking for my coat.
"Looking for this?" Rayne said standing in the doorway holding my coat.
I go to take it but he moves the coat out of reach. Leaning over me he says, "Kiss me."
Heat rushes into my cheeks. I make a irritable groan to try and sound annoyed. Quickly I kiss him on the cheek and pull away but he stops me.
"I want a proper kiss." He demands.
I lean forward to kiss him...
"Evening!" Greg parades into the house accompanied by Kai and Bea who are holding pop corn and soda.
Bea smiles, "The door was open."
Kai says flatly, "We brought a movie."
Greg flashes a DVD entitled 'Psycho Bear 3: Smokey's Revenge- extreme blood edition!'
"Aw thanks!" I smiled.
Rayne looked scathingly at me.
Twenty minutes later we were sat on the sofa munching popcorn and watching a homicidal bear with a machete kill campers. Rayne was clearing not enjoying the movie. He took everything way too literally.
"A bear cannot physically grasp a machete!" He said as Smokey hacked off a limb of a Japanese tourist.
"He's not any old bear," Bea said, "He's Smokey."
"This is ridiculously unrealistic! Bear's can't talk, why is he taunting his victims?"
"The mad scientist in 'Psycho Bear 2: Smokey's Return', replaces Smokey's voice box with a serial killer's voice box after Smokey falls off the cliff at the end of 'Psycho Bear: Smokey the Killer Bear'." Bea explained.
"I've never seen the first two movies." I said.
Rayne gripped my hand and squeezed it tightly- I think he does not like Smokey.
Happily Bea smiles, "I'll bring them over some other time! I love Smokey the bear! I always dress up as him for Halloween!"
The evening passed drama free. I was happy Greg had made the effort to come and see me after our quarrel today although he and Rayne did occasionally give each other dark looks through out the movie. After the film we chatted while Rayne skulked about in the kitchen until they went home.
I went and sat on my bed. I picked up the book I was reading when Piggy had interrupted.
Rayne appeared in the doorway. He had been oddly quiet while Greg, Kai and Bea had been over. He leant against the door frame arms folded against his chest. I put down my book and asked, "Do you want to talk?"
"Why the hell would I do that?" He snapped, pulling his black t-shirt over his head and throwing it on the floor.
"It might make you feel better." I said weakly.
"So you're a shrink now?" He said sarcastically.
Rayne sat on the bed next to me. He picked up my book and flicked through a couple of pages, "This isn't magic." He said tossing it carelessly to the side.
"I enjoy working with plants and nature" I snapped.
"I could show you how to conjure storms that will rain fireballs and blood-"
"No."
"Why?"
"You know I hate that stuff?"
"I am that stuff. I am a demon. Why do insist on making me act like a human!"
"Because I don't want you to hurt anyone- especially with blood and fireballs!"
"You would condemn me to a life of solitude before breaking your own stupid human morals."
"Shut up and stop whining. Is this about the car?" I asked puzzled by his weird out burst.
"To hell with the car! Why didn't you want to kiss me earlier on?"
"What?" My eyes widen and heart fluttered. He was angry because I was too shy to kiss him?
"I waited all day for you, Skyler. I've wanted you all day." He said.
I can't explain what it feels like to hear those words. My whole body goes into meltdown to the point you can no longer think. All you can do is feel. He crawled next to me and said, "Please don't make me beg."
Stephanie Collins POV
I had no hair. The last of it fell out into the sink last night. Mom cried. I did nothing. I had nothing. I had stopped going to school because the panic attacks were so bad. I thought staying at home would help the situation but it got worse. They sent me text messages, emails, and posted messages across my social pages. They cut out a picture of my face and stuck it onto obscene pictures and uploaded it up onto the website along with my name and cell number. I switched off my cell and stop checking my emails. I was so frightened, I wanted to die. They had robbed what little humanity I had left in me. Staring at my reflection I did not recognize myself. I was a ghost. My step-dad Brad wanted to send me to some Hollywood rehab clinic- I told him no. There was nothing left of me to save. Days were beginning to blur together and I felt like a marionette, pretending to be alive while being dead inside. The doctors called it depression, anxiety, and other names and they gave me tablets that made me feel numb. They were supposed to make me feel better.
With each day that passes I feel a piece of me slipping away. Soon I will be nothing but a shell of the person I once was. There is no hope. I don't want to carry on living anymore.