Black and Blue

Chapter 7 Shiver

I turned the rest of the way and see two people in the setting of the tiny, gross living room. I can only see the back of the heads, but I know that the blonde hair of them is the Demon and the bun haired one is of a strange woman.

   I didn't look at the rest of the place, my eyes were only focused on the two.

   I tried to make sense of this. The Demon never brings women here. There was this one time he did, but her boyfriend came to pick her up after one minute of being here. Apparently, the woman was a little drunk that she mixed up the Demon with her boyfriend. She called her boyfriend. The boyfriend was here in five seconds flat. Punched the Demon so hard he passed out. The woman and the boyfriend drove away. I wasn't watching this, but I heard it all. I don't think this is accurate, but it was what I heard.

   The Demon and the woman were on the tattered couch. The Demon took a swig of beer and handed it to the woman. He probably gave her a lot of beer so she would be unaware of her sketchy surroundings. Giving the Demon an advantage.

   The Demon put a hairy arm around the woman's shoulder and leaned in to whisper a sweet nothing in her ear. I would know because her ears reddened and she turned away. The woman cackled and blushed.

   The Demon starts to play with her tang top strap, slipping it off the on. He turned his head a little to face the woman, I could see his profile. He has this pervert glint in his eyes which sent a shiver down my spine.

   I felt this tickle in my nose.

   Dang it all, not now.

   I held my finger underneath my nose to stop the sneeze. It didn't work. I pinched it between my finger. It didn't work either. By now, my eyes are watering and my nose burns to be sneezed. I was about to use another method, but it was too late. I sneezed loud and hard that a little spit and snot escaped and I hit my head against the side of the doorway.

   The woman whipped around when I ducked quickly around the corner breathing hard and cursing at myself and placing a hand on my throbbing forehead.

   "Who was that?" I heard the woman exclaimed with a bit of a slur. "Is there someone else here? I though you said you live alone?"

   "I do live by myself," the Demon said in a smooth, "sexy" voice, which gives me this creepy feeling. "That was just my dog. She lives in the basement."

   "Oh, okay." I heard her relax back into the couch.

   I know I should be going back into the basement, but, like I said before, curiosity was taking over the rational part of my brain.

   I turn around the corner again and see the Demon whispering another sweet nothing into the woman's ear. She blushes even more and nods. The Demon stood up pulling the woman up with him and walks down the hall. He opens a door and motions the girl into the dark room, and she giggles. He follow in and closes the door and locks it.

   I race back into my room and lock the dented, paint peeling door. I run to my mattress and sit in the far corner and pulled my knees to my chest.

   I try not to think about what they are doing. Is he beating her? Is he killing her? Is he raping her? You can't call it rape if she obliges to it, right?

   Thoughts and theories race across my mind. I can't hear them since my room is on the opposite side of the house. It's not like I want to.

   The woman will regret this. I start to feel pity for her. I don't why. Probably because I know she's making a big mistake, but she doesn't realize it.