𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 (𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴)

❛❛chapter thirty: i put a spell on you❜❜

❧November 11, 1963☙

An awful driver Isaiah was. He hit every pothole, ran every stop sign, and nearly struck every car he crossed. I don't know how he passed his driver's test and was allowed to be on the road. Someone must've messed it up. I had to hold on to the sides of the car for dear life when we went around corners because he didn't slow down. I was scared for my life the entire time, even when the vehicle was parked, which thank god it was. At the moment, I was stumbling out of the car near ready to puke. I looked down at the ground with my hands on my knees. Next, I heard him exit the car and come to my side. I worry about him sometimes, and I fear he'll get hurt at some point if he isn't more careful. I know a lot of people die from motor accidents. It's not all that uncommon.

He frowned, "Sorry about tha', Liz."

"It's alright. I'm just going to go inside, okay?" I looked up at him.

He nodded, "Right, see ya tomorrow. Oh and erm... Percy and Kaleb say they really liked yer pumpkin pie."

I grinned, "How sweet of them. I'll make sure to make more next time!"

"Sounds fun. I look forward to it!"

"Bye, my love," I kissed him quickly on the cheek.

Following that, I made my way up the steps to my apartment and unlocked the door as he drove off again. I was glad to be home after all that had just happened— Dinner with his family was always very tiring. They talked so much and asked so many questions. It felt like the friendliest interrogation ever! And the funny thing was I barely learned anything about them because I didn't have enough room to ask something before they started gobbing on again. It wasn't bad though, it was merely just a bit bothersome. The entire time I was sweating, nervous I'd answer the wrong thing; therefore, I needed to shower and relax now. I kicked my shoes off and threw my overcoat on the rack next to John's leather jacket. (I hadn't worn it since I went to the airport to pick them up. I guess I was too embarrassed to.) Then I moved to my bathroom that was connected to my bedroom. I turned the water on and let it run. I stripped my clothes off and examined my body in the mirror. I was always immensely proud of my figure. I had nice curves that shaped my frame into an hourglass. My thighs were quite plump, and I wore a C cup for my breasts. Also, I had tiny stretch marks on my hips which I actually liked because they reminded me of my growth as a human being. The way I overcame death and heartbreak. I grew into myself, and that left marks, and I was proud of those marks.

I wet a rag and started taking my makeup off. It was pretty easy due to the fact that I didn't wear a lot anyway. Then I fixed my hair up in pins. Finally, I put a robe on and went into the kitchen to make some tea. I was going to bathe while having a cuppa because that just sounded nice. I put water into the kettle and let it warm up on the stove. In the meantime, I walked over to the record player. I placed my At Home with Screamin' Jay Hawkins vinyl on the turntable and let it play. My favorites on the album were Orange Colored Sky, Temptation, I Put A Spell On You, and You Made Me Love You. A smile grew on my face as I heard it boom through the speaker. I'd had the album for a while, so it produced a little bit of a crackle when it spun. Suddenly I heard a knock at my front door, and it sounded quite frantic too. I wondered who would come to my house at such an hour in the night. Whatever it might've been, it ought to be important. I made my way over to the door and opened it up. My eyes laid on a familiar brunette who had a feline in his arms. The kitty was white and black with green eyes.

"John?" My eyebrows raised.

A cheeky grin grew on his face, "I found this here cat, and I thought I remembered you saying that you wanted one."

"You found a cat?" My mouth was left hanging open slightly.

What in the world? How does he even remember that? Also, where did he find this beautiful little baby? Gosh, it was so darn cute! I could hear it purring in Lennon's arms. The little fellow seemed to be quite dirty and skinny. I couldn't just turn them away; that'd be rude of me.