Regina

Chapter 4:- The first Fight.

I see Guinivere rising up from the couch that has it's back to my bed. I see another head on the couch too but I ignore it and ask her what's wrong.

"What the hell do you mean what's wrong? What is that?!" She yells pointing at something behind me. I turn to look but all I see are my sacramentals. Not the threat obviously.
I turn back to her with a look that says what are you pointing at.

Instead the other person, who is the guy from earlier today, responds "Why do you have a picture of a bloodied man hanging on your fucking wall? How do you expect us to have sex with that thing giving off creepy fucking vibes." He stands and folds his arms across his chest along with Guinivere.

I scrunch my nose up in disgust at the poor choice of words he uses to describe a beautiful picture of Jesus. Preparing myself to give this guy the lecture of his life.

"Shouldn't you be asleep young man? I was taught only demons roam around at this hour. And the picture is not a creepy thing, he's Jesus Christ. I'm sure you've heard of him. Show some respect cos if it wasn't for him, you won't be alive." I finish off staring at him with courage I never knew I possess. I guess when it comes to defending my faith, I'm a little defensive.

"You have got to be fucking kidding me. Guin, what the fuck?" He palms his face as he stares at Guin who has her eyes darting between me and my sacramentals with irritation written across her face.

"Maybe you should just go Hunter. I'm kind of tired already."

"What do you mean you're tired? Men fuck this shit." He snarles while walking to the door to exit the room. "And fuck you too!" He says to me before slamming the door.

Maybe I came off a little strong on the poor guy but he did say some mean things about Jesus first. I just secretly pray he's forgiven in the heavens above.

After making the sign of cross to conclude the silent, yet quick pray I just made, I turn to look at Guinivere. I'm taken back by the intense way her eyes are fixated on me before she let's out a frustrated breath and just goes to bed.

I stay up for a little while waiting for the conversation that's supposed to follow. But none of us make a move to talk. I wait for a few more minutes getting more and more nervous by the passing seconds.

"Go to bed Gina." She whispers from across the room. I would not have heard her if the room had not been dead silent for the past fifteen minutes. Knowing fully well that we will talk about it tomorrow, I turn off my bedside lamp and quietly climb into the covers.

"Goodnight" I whisper to the darkness.

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I wake up early to do my morning routines, which is not a lot anymore without nuns to feed, or mass to attend as I've not found the school's chapel.
So here I am sitting on my bed at 6am with nothing to do.
I guess I can go and take a shower to pass time.

Gathering my toiletries, I tiptoe to the bathroom door making sure not to wake Guinivere. Thanks to Google, I got the hang of pronouncing her name the right way.

The bathroom is... it's um. Well it's not the largest but I guess it will suffice for two ladies.

I do the normal stuff such as bathing and shaving and brushing my teeth squeaky clean. Sister Aurora always said to make sure you can hear the squeak, that way you'll know your teeth is actually clean. So after I make a lot of squeaky noises with my index finger rubbing against my upper teeth, mission complete.

I tie my towel not so tightly around my body and exit the bathroom. But the sight at the other side of the door had me dropping my towel in shock.

"What in God's name are you doing?!" I scream at Guinivere who is tearing my Jesus poster off the wall.

She turns around at the sound of my voice, not with regretful eyes, but with a smirk on her lips.

"Nice titties." She said to me looking straight at my chest. Only then did I realise that I had dropped my towel. Covering up my body again in sheer embarrassment, I ask again.

"This needs to go sweetie. I couldn't sleep all night because it was just staring at me. Its very creepy, even for me. And I am a freak." She replies nonchalantly.

I know Sister Cecilia told me to keep a positive energy with people during my stay here, but even Jesus became furious when the people were selling goods at the temple. With that in my head, I walk towards her in slow steps.

"First of all don't call be sweetie you daughter of Jezebel. Second of all, you had no right to do that without my permission. Third of all, were you not the one who said My bed, my space, why then are you in my part of the bedroom?" I take a breather after my sudden outburst. Standing right before her, I look her straight in the eye hoping she feels remorseful for her actions.

She clears her throat like she's about to give a speech. "First of all, I can you whatever I want and who the fuck is Jezebel. Second, like I said, I couldn't sleep. Didn't they teach you how to tolerate and respect other people's wishes from whatever seminary you escaped from?"

"What about third of all?" I ask noticing she hasn't countered all the three points I made earlier. From the look she gave me, I'm sure she doesn't understand what I'm saying so I just shrug it off.

"Okay Gweenivera, since we're talking about what creeps us out and what doesn't, maybe I should take down these posters that look like a demons that escaped hell." I walk towards her part of the room ready to tear down these different pictorial representation of Lucifer.

"DON'T YOU DARE!" She says stopping me in my track. "And it's Guinivere--"

"And it's REGINA." I spin on my heel to face her because I've had quite enough of her games. Its barely 7am and we are already arguing like kids. "Not sweetie, not Gina. Regina. You had no right to do what you just did. That picture was very important to me. You couldn't even just take it off the wall intact, you ripped it to shreds." I wipe off the river running down my cheeks. I hate crying like this. Especially in front of strangers.

Whenever I get so angry or very frustrated, the river of Jordan tends to flow out my eyes. Sister Aurora sometimes say it's a sign of weakness. But being weak is my specialty. Whenever I become strong and speak my truth, I tend to balance it with being weak.

"Are you crying?" She asks with amusement dancing in her eyes.

I scoff at her and snatch the pieces of my picture from her hands. After I put on my clothes, I leave the room without uttering another word to Guinivere.

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