The Patron Saint of Monsters

Chapter Four Part Two

Rebecca was in the midst of a major, full blown freak out. There was a monster who was maybe a ghost or possibly a guardian angel sitting right in front of her, if that wasn’t weird and stressful enough she was alone with him. Valerie had ended up peeing her pants in fear when Trent had told her that he had overheard all of their conversations about him, Rebecca was unsure as to what had been so scary about the word “Yes.” but she hadn’t been given the chance to ask as Valerie had fairly quickly scurried away in embarrassment. Oleander had walked out after, demanding that Trent not leave her room. Trina had slinked out afterwards, Rebecca assumed it was just to go home. She really wished her damn step-sister would stop trying to tag along constantly. She wanted to Trina to have no part in their reindeer games,

“Fuck.” She muttered when she remembered that Trina had participated in the bloodletting on the first night, “We’re fucking blood sisters, Goddammit.”

“What?” Trent asked, lifting his head and squinting his eyes.

“Trina.” she clarified.

Trent merely lifted an eyebrow because that did not actually answer his question.

“When we were using the Ouija board and we bled and did the spell” Trent winced at her mention of blood.  “Well we bound ourselves together as blood sisters because we are a coven and now that means we will never fucking be rid of Trina.” She elaborated.

Trent was confused as to how to respond, he never really was able to comprehend Rebecca’s intense disdain towards her sister but Trent was not nearly interested enough to bother with asking now that he had the chance.

“You aren’t a coven of witches.” was his quiet reply.

“Yes we are, I don’t know why you want us to doubt our powers but I can feel it. I have been feeling it, I’ve felt different since that night.’

Trent rolled his eyes “Witches do not exist.’

“Except obviously we do.” She argued, finishing with a smug “besides if Heaven exists witches do too.” crossing her hands over her chest.

“What kind of logic is that?” he asked giving the girl a look of complete confusion, filled with heaps of dislike.

“Fuck you.” She spat.

Trent slid backwards a tad, not wanting to fight with one of Oleander’s friends. He needed to be good, make nice impressions, win over their trust so that eventually he could prove he was worthy to Oleander and win her over. He conceded with “Maybe you’re right, you guys could be witches.”

Rebecca smirked knowingly before firing off a quick text to Oleander that read, “Knew it. Ghostie said we might be witches. im telling you guys we’ve got the magick.” She made sure to spell magic the way she had seen it printed at the independently owned local hippie-dippie store that she secretly frequented. She had always wanted to be a witch, and while her two best friends were content with being Disney princess rejects, she wasn’t. Rebecca thirsted for the type of power and control that she had only seen women possess in all those movies about witches that were her most favorite guilty pleasure.

Oleander was consoling a sobbing Valerie as they sat on her front porch. “It’s okay Val, everyone gets frightened sometimes. We aren’t going to mock you.”

“I’m. Gon. Na. Be. The. Next. Tri. Na.” She said, the heaves of her crying causing unneeded pauses between each syllable.

Oleander rubbed her friend’s back, “No you aren’t. Trina will always be cookie, and you’ll always going Val!”

Val scoffed and rubbed her eyes, smearing her usually impeccable mascara and eyeliner. “Yeah, I’m gonna be Val who can’t control her fucking bowels.”

Oleander giggled uncontrollably, “I’m sorry for laughing,” she apologized, “but you can control your bowels! You didn’t poop your pants you just peed a little.” She said smiling.

Valerie broke down crying again “ Why did I do that? Why would I do that Ole? What the fuck about the word yes is so fucking piss your pants worthy? Gah, I’m a pussy.”

“Well I don’t much about you, but I think my pussy is pretty damn majestic. I can think of a lot worse things to be than my vagina.” Oleander joked.

Valerie laughed and breathed deeply through her nose, she smiled slightly and said “Totally.”

Oleander’s phone began to shake, she looked at it briefly reading the text from Rebecca. She read it aloud to Valerie.

“Do you think we’re witches Val?” she asked as soon as she had finished.

“No, I mean we were just pretending right? Do you?”

“Not really” Oleander said with a half wince, “I wish we were though. There’s something I’d really like to do.”

“Make Ian madly in love with you?” Valerie said in a sing song voice, wiggling her eyebrows suggestively.

“Truly madly deeply.” Oleander laughed, “No, but seriously I want to try to unbind Trent and I.”

“Why? Doesn’t it like comfort you to know that you’re special enough to have someone protecting you? Doesn’t he make you feel safe?” Valerie asked in rapid succession.

Oleander rubbed her bruise, “I don’t know what he makes me feel, but it isn’t right for him to spend his afterlife protecting me.”

“Well I mean, he did kill himself Ole, and suicide is a sin.” Val shrugged as if that was a fine justification.

“You believe in sin?” Oleander asked.

“Yeah I guess and now we know that Heaven is real. Don’t you believe in sins?” Valerie replied.

“I don’t know what I believe.” Oleander murmured with a faraway look in her eye, frightened by her sudden realization that she didn’t know much, and possibly was not in complete control of her own life.