The Patron Saint of Monsters

Chapter One Part Two

Oleander wiggled her hips to the beat of her ambiance setting music, she looked at her group of friends and told them she was going to get into her pajamas and that they were welcome to go to the kitchen downstairs and bring up provisions. She also told them they were welcome to use some of her clothing for pajamas. Rebecca chuckled while she lifted her navy V neck jumper flashing the bottom of a ribbed white tank top.

Oleander nodded with an understanding that Trent could not truly comprehend until the girls had left the room and

Oleander muttered to herself "I guess it's an almost naked slumber party then."

Trent was certain that his breath would have caught, had he been breathing, as he watched Oleander strip from her dark grey knitted tights and removed her oversized jumper. She was clad only in a thin silky white camisole and bland bikini cut dark purple panties, Trent tried not to gaze at her inner thighs which were being broadcasted to him due to the pretzel like positioning of her legs. Trent licked his lips and mentally compared the smooth and soft looking skin to a flowers petals.

Even though Trent would have been nearly twice the age of Oleander, had he not killed himself years ago, he still felt like a teenage boy and Oleander triggered those teenage feelings and fluctuations like none other. Whilst Trent did not live under her bed, he did spend an odd amount of time under it, often during moments when he knew he should not look at the girl but also knew he was not strong enough to tear his gaze away from Oleander's blanket covered and sweat dampened form as she writhed on her bed. He lay there, trying his hardest not to hear her gasps and sharp intakes of breath.

It was during these moments that Trent liked to examine the various items that had fallen beneath her large bed and had been forgotten. He felt like one of those fallen objects that fell out of her memory.    It reminded him of when Oleander was younger and had yet to grasp the permanence of objects, when she could not see something she thought that it no longer existed, but she eventually learned that not seeing something did not mean that it was not there, Trent almost rued her knowledge of that, he wished she could forget to fear him. Then maybe he could get what he wanted.

Once the other girls returned with arms full of food, they had immediately began to remove articles of clothing until they were as dressed as Oleander. They all sat around the Ouija board on the ground, in front of her bed. Trent realized that some of them could see under the bed, he opened the closet door and invisibly moved under the bed, to move the fallen objects out of sight. The girls quickly turned their heads and gasped. He had not intended to frighten them, he had not even thought of the gaggle of gals, he had merely been filled with an urgency to protect his collection of socks, underwear, and various other knickknacks. When Oleander's friends began to giggle and grip each others arms he realized that the Ouija board was going to provide him with a lovely opportunity to interact with Oleander.