Phriek (For the moment, She is on hold.)

Chapter Eleven-Part Two

Chapter Eleven-Part Two

                Fate is a cruel mistress. Naturally, as fate would have it, that fine line between insanity and a peaceful mind was about to be crossed. The one cardinal rule in my house had been broken. All hell was about to break lose.

                "Jason Whittier, I am going to kill you!"

                "I hate to rain on your parade, darling, but somebody already beat you to it."

                "You know what I mean!"

                There I was, melting in my shower, and he decided to take a gander. Walked right on in, no warning what so ever.

                "I'm sorry, darling; I wanted to talk to you."        

                "It couldn't have waited until after I got out?"

                "Well, I'm sure it could have..." I was now brandishing my hair brush as if it were a sword. His laughter rang in my ears along with my screams from earlier. Apparently, the ghost had no idea how pissed off a woman could get if her much deserved relaxation time was interrupted.

                "Have I told you today how much you annoy me?"         

                "Once or twice..."

                "Let me just say this one more time. You. Aren't. Allowed. In. My. Bathroom." I flung my hairbrush at him, making him laugh harder.

                "You've gone nutters, Phriek. Completely lost your jelly beans. When are you going to learn that objects can't hurt me?"

                "Shut it, you arrogant dead prat. Get out so I can change."

                Once again, he laughed as he left the bathroom. I was a little more than pissed. I loved my brother, I liked Jayce, and I was starting to hate Jason, but couldn't they just leave me alone for a little bit? Was that really too much to ask for?

                Pulling my sweat pants and tank top on, I walked to the kitchen and grabbed a Pepsi. Jason was sitting in his usual spot, waiting for me.

                "Now, what did you interrupt me for?"

                "As I said, I wanted to talk to you."         

                "About?"

                "Jayce. Something just doesn't seem right about him."

                "Meaning?"

                "He reminds me of my father." Jason said this in such a low voice I could barely hear him.

                "What do you mean? He seems nice enough. And if I remember correctly, you were talking about us hooking up not too long ago."

                "I know. It's just..."

                "It's just what? Spit it out already."

                "I started thinking..."

                "There goes the neighborhood."

                "Sarcasm doesn't suit you, darling. At least not at this moment."

                "Carry on then, oh king of sarcasm."

                "Seriously, Phriek. Something seems off about him."

                "You said he reminded you of your father."

                "I did."

                "What did you mean?"

                "He seems nice and open on the outside. I can't help but feel that there is something more to him. I don't trust him Phriek."

                "You sure it's not just a dead guy thing?"

                "Meaning?" He cocked an eyebrow at me.

                "You were killed by your father, Jason. Don't you think it's possible that you would have a little hostility towards Jayce? Sure, he's not Lila's child, but he is her grandson or something like that. Which would make him your father's grandson, or whatever?"

                "Meaning?"

                "Oh good lord you twit. You don't like him because of your father's crimes."

                "Sins of the father, sins of the son."

                "My point exactly. I thought you two were getting along pretty well, actually."

                "Until I started to think about it, Phriek. There's just something about him that I don't like."

                I sat there for a moment, letting his words sink in. Now that I thought about, he did seem a bit strange. And I didn't mean in the he can see ghosts and read people's minds when he chose to kind of way. There was a sense of foreboding when he was around.

                "So," I pulled my legs into my chest as I took a sip of soda. "What's going through that see through head of yours?"

                "Don't get to close."

                "That's it?"

                "I guess."

                "Since when?"

                "Stop that."

                "Stop what?"

                "You know what! I'm tired of arguing all the time! Sure, I used to pick at you just to get you riled up, but I need your help! I'm sick of being here!"

                "You know where the door is!" Now I was pissed again.

                "That's not what I meant and you know it! I'm sick of not being able to move on! I'm dead! I shouldn't be lurking around anymore! And I don't trust Jason!"

                "Ok." I sighed and looked at him dead in the eye. "You don't trust him because he reminds you of your father. You claim there's something about him that wigs you out. I agree."

                "You do?"

                "Yes, I do. There is something off about him. I don't know what it is, but I plan on finding out."

                "Thanks."

                "You're welcome. Is that all?" I moved to get up off the couch.

                "No." I plopped back down.

                "What else?"

                "I think we need to save him from it."

                "Save him from what?"

                "Whatever influences my father may have over him. I don't think he's all bad, Phriek. There is still good. We need to save him. If we don't, he'll die too."

                Oh brilliant. Death omens again.