My Satanica

Miss priss.

Satanica's P.O.V

Jeff? Is everyone who is insane called Jeff? My uncle Jeff, my stepdad Jeff, my friend Jeff. I started laughing at the thought.

"What is so funny?" Jeff cocked his head to the side.

"I was just thinking.. Everyone who is crazy is named Jeff. My uncle, stepdad, and friend." He gave me the 'You're stupid' look. "Anyways... Are you going to do this? Or am I going to have to forcefully make you do it?" Jeff asked, getting back onto the subject.

"I guess I wouldn't mind doing it if I'm not hurting her. I don't know what to do though." I said playing with my dress.

"All you have to do is wait until night time. When she's in her room alone, getting ready for bed. Her parents are out on vacation for a couple of weeks, so I think you should be just fine." He said handing me the piece of paper and the knife.

I carefully accepted them both. "Can I get shoes? I think it's odd that you didn't give me any..." I laughed a little

"I knew I was forgetting something!" He said. " One second." Jeff said before scurrying to get me some shoes. What an odd one.. I don't know why, but I didn't seem to have a problem with any of this. It didn't bother me that I was here or what I was about to do. I found comfort in it.

Jeff returned with knee high combat boots. "Put these on." I had a huge smile on my face. I love dresses and boots together. As I was zipping up my boots, he gave me directions on how to get out of the woods.

"I want you to take my car."

"Why?"

"Because mine is safer." He said, tossing me the keys. "Remember, just follow the trail out."

I nodded and took off. 4:15 P.M. I had 5 hours to spare. I was nervous as all hell. This was my first time fixing anything like this. But, I'm not about to back out. No more being scared. As far as I'm concerned, I'm only listening to him so he doesn't hurt any of my family or Tahlia. I could give a fuck less about myself.

Carla's P.O.V

"James please! There's a psycho bitch here trying to kill me!" I screamed into the phone while trying to get away from this psycho girl.

"I'm not here to hurt you, Carla." The woman spoke in a soft tone. "I'm here to warn you." She began to walk towards me slowly. I backed up into the door. I slumped down when she reached my face and began to cry. "What do you want from me?" I sobbed into my hands.

"I told you... I'm here to warn you."

"About what...." I lifted my head from my hands.

The woman knelt down, took my phone, and hung up on James. "You're a rich, snot nosed little brat. Quit raping people." She stated coldly. I was taken aback by it. "I haven-".

"Save it. I know everything about you. I know about your hobby, I suppose you could call it. You're a disgusting pig, Carla." She traced the knife on my cheek softly.

"Who are you?" My voice cracking. I closed my eyes.

She let out a small chuckle and put her lips by my ear. "If you stop playing games, i'm nobody to you. But, if you don't stop, I'll kill you."

I opened my eyes to look at her, to see if I could or would recognize who she was, but before I could, I heard the front door slam. I picked myself up from the floor and wiped my face. What the hell was that. I had high hopes that it was just a prank. That it was one of my friends trying to fool me. I was so blinded by fear, I didn't get to have a good look at her face. But... The things she said.... literally, nobody knows about it. I haven't told a soul, not even my best friend.  This was personal, maybe.. I didn't put enough drugs in someone's drink, and now they sent someone to try and scare me for revenge. This is bad. 

I'm thinking too deeply about this, i'm sure it's nothing. 

I pushed it off and proceeded to get ready for bed. Tomorrow is a new day. No more psycho chicks. Normality.

Jeff's P.O.V

Satanica came rushing down the steps with a smile on her face. "Welcome back." I greeted her smiling as well. "Why so happy?" Satanica sat on the futon chair and giggled. "That was so much fun!"

"See.. It wasn't so bad." She shook her head no and got up and walked to the monitor. "So.. How often do you do this?" She asked scrolling through the endless list of names.

"Hmm... Once a night. I skipped last night. I had business to attend with you." Satanica turned around and looked me with a straight face, but her eyes sparkled. She seemed almost... content. "What?"

"Nothing." She smiled and continued looking on.

"So Satanica... Do you think you can maybe do another job for me..? Or maybe make this a permanent thing?" I didn't want to take something that made her happy away. She deserves happiness more than anybody I know. I just wish, she could remember who she is and what this is all for. This is her home. 

"I don't know... What about my other job? Tahlia? I can't just-" She starts, but I intervene. 

"Quit your original job.. And you can still text and call Tahlia, go out with her. It will be living your normal life, just a different job.. And housing."

She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow. "Excuse me." She stated coldly. "What do you mean by different housing?" She's so beautiful when she's bossy. 

"Well, you obviously can't live in your normal house anymore. How will you pay for it without a real job?"

"I'm not getting paid for this?! It's not a job more like doing things for a fucking psycho!" She snapped.

I laughed at her in a dark manor. "That's exactly what it is." She looked as if she was getting ready to say something, so I cut in before she could. "But, if you want.. Payment can be arranged." I smoothed out my suit I was wearing.

"Okay... I have a question.." Satanica laughed a little.

"That is...?"

"Why are we dressed up?" She tilted her a head a little and looked down at her dress attire.

I let out a low chuckle. "The answer is simple... When we scare, leave our mark, when people have nightmares... We want to leave them with something nice to look at. Besides... Would you go to your job in sweatpants and a plain t-shirt?"