The Patron Saint of Monsters

Chapter Two Part One and a Half

Trent felt terrible, he had not intended to frighten the girls. Had he realized that they would interrupt his spelling he would have choosen a different phrase, one that would be more difficult to misconstrue. It had been years since he had last conversed with a human, and it had not occurred to him that they would have read his "Not understanding" to be "not under". He wanted to explain things to Oleander, to show her all the things she had misunderstood for years.

He was now standing in Oleander's closest observing the girls through the slats, the Ouija board was next to him he wanted to snap the wretched thing in half over his knee but he knew it would frighten the girls and that was the last thing he wanted to do again. Trent took a few deep breathes that he didn't need, in order to steady himself. Trent needed to learn to better control his emotions, he wasn't sure if it was being an almost ghost or his lack of interaction, maybe it was an effect of being a perpetual teenager, but he could barely contain his feelings.

Sometimes he found himself filled with such a jealous rage that he stood and screamed an unheard shout, stomping his feet and going briefly insane in his fury. This often happened when he accompanied Oleander to school and saw her being flirted with. He knew his anger was why Oleander was afraid of him, that it caused the incident. He was trying to get better, he vowed to get better.