My Satanica

Really?

Satanica's P.O.V:

I was driving home from work. I kind of dreaded going home a little. What if that man was there? I didn't mind.. but I did mind. It scared me to know that someone had all of my information, yet I had no clue as to who they were. It's like an episode of stalker. I wanted to ask him questions, but I also didn't want to upset him.

I unlocked my door and stepped inside. Removing my shoes and coat, I put them both in their places and made my way to the kitchen for a cup of coffee.

Wake Up started blaring from my phone, scaring the living daylights out of me. I didn't even bother to check the caller ID before answering.

"Hello?" I spoke, annoyance laced in my tone.

"Hey, are you alright?" Tahlia's voice spoke, sounding worried.

I ran my free hand through my hair letting out a sigh. "Yeah I'm fine. My phone volume was on, and I didn't know. So it just scared me a little... what's up?"

"Well... as long as you're alright.... anyway, Kayla and I were going to go out, and I was wondering if you wanted to come, maybe take your mind off of things?"

"No that's alright... I think I'll just stay home. I have some cleaning I need to do." It was an excuse, but not a lie. This place is trashed. I scanned the kitchen. Dirty pots and pans on the counters, pieces of trash, also, on the counters. The garbage over flowing. The stove looked like a war zone as well.

"Alright. You never texted by the way."

"I know I'm sorry, I completely forgot."

"It's alright. I'll text you when I'm home." Tahlia chirped.

"Okay." I smiled through the phone.

"I love you Satanica."

"I love you too Tahlia."

I hung up and proceeded with making my coffee. I wanted to go out. But I didn't want to put them in danger if he was really trying to hurt me.

"So is Tahlia your sister?" A voice spoke from behind me, causing me to drop the coffee grounds, making the floor match the rest of my filthy kitchen.

"Do you know what a doorbell is?!" I sighed, sweeping the grounds up.

"Yes, but I don't like to use them." He grinned playfully at me.

I rolled my eyes. "You can't just come into my house whenever you please."

He laughed loudly.. it sounded sinister... a little scary. "I can come into your house whenever I please, my sweet Satanica. I do what I want, when I want, and where I want. I could kill you right now, in your own kitchen. But I'm not going to do that because you're far too valuable to me. Just listen to me, let me do as I please, and life will be easy."

"What do you mean?" I tried hiding the fear in my voice. I wasn't facing him, so the facial expressions were easy to hide.
I flinched as I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around my stomach and waist. He whispered in my ear.

"I can do anything. From killing your bestfriend, to killing your family, to killing your closest neighbors. Do not underestimate me, Satanica." He kissed my cheek and let go. "Can I stay in your guest room tonight?" He asked running his hands through his hair. I knew if I said no he'd just get angry...

"Yeah sure, upstairs, go down to the end of the hall, it's the door on the left. Right across from my room." I said smiling.

"No need to direct me, I know where it is. Goodnight." He winked at me.

I sighed after he got up the steps. What the hell am I gonna do? He's fuckin' crazy! I also hated not being able to address him by a name. I wanted to know. I had a good idea as to why he didn't want me to know. But still.

~*6 hours later*~

I walked out to my living room to unwind a bit. I finished cleaning my room, kitchen, and the bathroom. Spending 2 hours on each. Just as I was about to sit, a loud pounding came from my door. I groaned and got up to answer the door. I opened it to a severely drunk, beaten up Tahlia. I pulled her inside right away, guiding her to the couch.

"Tahlia Mae! What the hell happened to you?!" I questioned her.

"I went out with Kayla, and I got really drunk, but I didn't wanna drive so I came here to ask you for a ride." She slurred.

"Uh-huh... and how did you get here?" I raised an eyebrow.

"I drove silly how else?" She laughed punching my arm softly. I looked at her in horror, then peaked out of my living room window that faced the driveway to see if she had done any damage to her car on the way here.

Everything checked out fine.

I couldn't help but find this a little funny. I've only seen Tahlia this drunk once. That was her 18th birthday. She was wandering around her house asking everyone when the party was starting, whose house it was going to be at, and how we were all going to be getting there because her car was too small to fit 70 people.

"Where's Kayla?" I asked her.

"Hmm.. she went home with Taylor." She said picking at her skirt. Okay, good she was safe. Taylor has been our friend since 2nd grade when he moved here from Nebraska.

"Okay.. and lastly.. why are you so beat up?" This had caused her to laugh loud.

"Ohhh I got into a big fight at the bar. Some dude touched my butt.. so I freaked out." She said twirling my hair. "I won, obviously."

I laughed at the thought of her beating the shit out of some guy at the bar. Tahlia, without doubt, should be a professional fighter.

"Let's get you upstairs." I picked her up bridal style, and carried her to my bed.

"You can get cleaned up tomorrow.. you're too out of it for that task." I giggled and covered her up. Tahlia stretched her arms out to me.

"Cuddle me?" She whined, extending the 'e' on 'me'. I rolled my eyes and slipped under the covers with her, pulling her close to me so we were face to face. She was already fast asleep. It was a good thing because the man came into my room.

"What happened to her?" He whispered.

"She showed up here drunk... how'd you sleep?"

"I didn't. I don't." He replied.

How in the hell do you not sleep?! I would sleep my life away if I was given the choice. "Then why ask if you can get some sleep in my guest bed if you weren't doing any actual sleeping?" I raised an eyebrow. "Do you have insomnia or something?"

"Yeah, something like that." He smiled.

I wiggled myself out of Tahlia's grip.

"This way." I whispered, motioning him to the guest bedroom.

"Why'd you-" I cut him off.

"Get in the bed." I demanded.

He groaned and did as I said. "Why am I in the bed? I'm not going to sleep."

"Shut it." I said climbing in with him.

"What are you doing?" He asked, looking at me like I was insane.

I didn't reply. I just wrapped my arms and legs around him, our faces so close that our breaths were mixing. "Go to sleep." I whispered. He sighed as if he was going to protest, but shut his eyes anyways. "Goodnight." I smiled. He smiled back, but didn't say anything. This wasn't an act of lust, or any feeling.... just peace.