The Demon I Used To Be

Chapter five

   Crouching, she grabbed Cinderella by her gown and pulled her towards the window. "What's wrong with you, Martha?"
She released her grip and stomped away from her. Cinderella's head smashed the ground with a loud sound. Slowly, her eyelids closed up, although, her chest still showed signs of breathing.
"Your sister's body would be in front of your house. You can come pick it up"  Tinkerbell's voice dripped cockiness as she spoke, holding the tip of the phone that was once trapped in Yvette's grasp close to her lips. She hurled it back to the ground immediately she was done. She raised her by her shoulders again. She must've weighed a ton; veins bulged from Tinkerbell's neck as she nearly fell back, trying to pull the unconscious maiden. She let go again. She moved over, planting her left leg by the miss' other side. With herself lowered, she wrapped her arms around Cinderella's waist. Her teeth were clenched. She let out a loud moan. She was successful; Yvette's back had now laid curved on the window. She raised her legs and pushed her out, completely, making her smash her head a second time.
   Until the next moment, I simply watched in amazement. "Martha!" I called out. She climbed out, carefully, ignoring my call. Her dress rubbed off some dust from the window. I sprang up and followed her, with the torch in my right hand and the gun in my left. She dragged the body along the moist carpet grasses till she got to the front of the house.
  "Yvette!" She shrilled. She fell into a squat beside the body. She shook her violently. Dampness made her face sparkle. It also turned pale. Tears rolled down her cheek as she buried her head in Yvette's chest. She cried, bitterly. Yvette, on the other hand, sprawled on the bare grass with a map of scratches that covered her forehead. I was puzzled...and petrified.
'Her sister should soon be here' I snapped back to the reality of getting caught. I dashed to Tinkerbell. Her hands were lifelessly on Yvette while the rest of her body vibrated. I held the gun in my armpit and grabbed one of her hands to pull her up. "Come with me"
    She slapped my hand off hers. "Don't touch me!" She said, authoritatively. It was hard to wrap my head around it. A minute earlier, she obeyed a command and the next...
    For a while, I stared blankly at her. I raised the light source to her – carefully, I couldn't risk letting the gun fall – for better observance. Her eyes had assumed their initial light brown colour, although, the sclera had threads of red sticking out around it. Like my hand, she slapped the torchlight to the ground. I picked it up then grabbed some of her dark wavy hair that wasn't long enough to reach her shoulder. "Come...with...me" I said voicelessly. With that, I headed back to the dusty room –my dusty room – not letting go of the hair. She yelped in pain. She pinched, slapped and kicked, but reached the window, anyway, by my pull on her hair.
    The totes were by the wall outside room when we reached. I had left them there. I placed the torchlight by the right vertex of the window then dropped the gun into the room. I reached for a yellow piece of clothing that wasn't tucked into the ash tote properly. The next thing was to tie the girl up, her hands at least. She noticed what I was trying to do, and tried to escape,but I still had my grip of her hair. I grasped her wrist with the hand that already had the cloth in it then twisted it. She cringed backward, and let out a groan through gritted teeth. I maneuvered the other hand. Fastening the hands became easier. I pushed her over the window with her belly down; she rolled in and fell on her back. I grabbed the totes, and tossed them in as well then propelled myself over.
  "Ouch!" I cried, falling on my palms. I had planted my them on the window as support while jumping in. But I wasn't the reason I fell; someone managed to hold my ankle between small hands. I kicked hard to free myself then crawled away. I crept to one of the totes and took out some more clothes for her legs and mouth.

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   With Tinkerbell completely tied up in my room, I snuck past Yvette's well wishers, hidden in the dark. I trudged in search of a bar. I missed the tangy scent, and the bitter taste of whisky that had soothed my broken spirit the previous year; it had been a while. The streets were quiet as I moved; only the chirping of crickets  could've been heard...as well as my footsteps. As I walked further, I began to hear loud thumps vibrate the air so I trailed it.
   The sound led me to a well-lighted storey building that appeared filled to its brim; the balcony on the first story was congested. The thump in the air was louder. The building was nearly vibrating, if not. I walked up to the two-doored entrance that was guarded by two huge men on either side. There were at least twenty ladies hanging around who all had dresses on but neither their cleavages nor their thighs were unexposed.
   I scrutinized the large room as I walked in. There were more people: men and women. I realized majority of the ladies inside had wider hips, bigger backsides and were bustier than the ones outside. They also hung around men, most of which were dressed in shirts half-tucked in plain trousers and neckties hanging loosely from their necks. Some of the men had about three ladies around, dancing and making merry with half-filled glasses in their hands. My eyes crept unto a group of ladies who had their tummies revealed as well.
   I probably looked like a saint in hell with my dark blue pinafore on an ash top, beneath my black coat as I headed to the counter. The lady behind was dressed similar to those I had seen earlier, clad in an armless oxblood gown with her breast protruding from it and the length...I couldn't see since my jaw was only about three inches above the edge of the counter.
"Permit me to ask for your ID. You don't seem of age", she mouthed...or maybe not. The natter mixed with loud music made my communication with the lady almost impossible.
  " Permission not granted Missy! You think it's all about the height huh?!" I screamed so she could hear me.
   "Pardon me. What may I help you with?" She asked, leaned towards me.
   "Whisky gal! Whisky!
  There were tall stools aligned by the counter. I didn't notice them earlier. I climbed unto one to sit then rested my elbow on the counter with ease. She slid a half-empty tumbler over to me. I gulped down the bitter fluid all at once then winced.
   "Why's the chick drinking all alone?" A well-built man clad in a slim-fit ash tee on sky blue jeans said aloud. His breath was tangy; his face, pale. His brown wavy hair brushed his shoulder with some over half of his face. I couldn't distinctly tell the colour of his eye as it appeared dark in the dim red lights and was slightly hidden in the shadow of his hair. I could only see one outside his hair canopy. "Nothing. I'm just here to drink" I replied dryly. I slid the empty glass back to the lady who was engrossed in kisses with another man. "Hey lady! I need some more. The bill's on this man here." I yelled. I turned to face him again just in time to see him smirk. He moved closer, and placed his hand on my pinafore clad thigh. I pushed the hand off then reached for my glass. He curved my hair behind my ear, leaving a sizzling sensation from his lingering finger tips. My eyes met his eye again. He cupped my neck with the same hand.
"You have pretty eyes" his words were like the whisky, soothing my spirit. I emptied the glass at a go then pushed it back. "I need some more, Missy!"
   "Some for me as well!" He added, flipping his hair backward. He stared intently at me. It was like he could see through my pinafore and top with his lustful eyes. He covered the little space between us. He tipped my head upward and hovered his above it. The tips of our noses kissed.
"I said I was only here to drink"
  "Then would I be paying your bills for nothing"
  My heart throbbed harder as I stared into his dark eyes. His other muscular arm slid around my small waist. I glided my hand on the counter, carefully, till I held a glass in it. I pulled back, swiftly, taking a throw stance, then hurled the glass' content at him. Some of the cold liquid splashed on my dress. He winced, and I took off, jostling past wet bodies till I reached the entrance. Luckily, this time no one followed me.