Omega and the beast

Chapter 2

I dreamed nightmares all night. Or the whole night is an exaggeration considering I wasn't home until around 2:30 am after my sister's itsy bitsy tini winie miserable adventure.

When we left Mr. Hook and his demolished Jaguar behind us, I drove my sister home ASAP. We said nothing, though I think she understood how she this time had exaggerated her thievery and gone too far.

Not just by stealing a car, driving it off road and damaging precious old trees. She was close to kill herself but also sending her innocent brother to prison, a secret we both would keep between us and something which would gnaw at her conscience for the rest of her pity life.

Probably something she will live with for a long time anyway, but hey; I'm not living in the past. It is as it is, just as good to embrace the facts!

I hadn't manage to fall asleep until around 4am and then I dreamed how I was bitten by Dracula, who happened to look like Mr. Hook. He drank my blood and then left me in the ditch beside my scooter to die.

Then my dreams changed to how Becca went to jail and how mom blamed it all on me; to finally be about how I was locked in a dungeon in Hookhill's estate when I took my sister's place for her sins. There I would live the rest of my life as Mr. Hook's prisoner and my only companion were the rats who greedily stole the little food he gave me.

So, you could probably say that I was completely exhausted when the alarm rang at 7:30am. Mr. Hook actually said that I would come as soon as I woke up, which didn't mean a specific time, only when I woke up. But it felt a bit embarrassing if I came in the afternoon after sleeping until long after lunch.

I staggered wearily into the shower, got ready and then took a banana on the way out the door. I pressed the helmet down over my wet hair while starting the scooter.

To my annoyance, the headlight was cracked after I drove into the ditch. I couldn't afford to fix it, but it still worked after all. So even if it was ugly, it fulfilled its purpose!

I was actually nervous about meeting him today, Mr. Hook. Yesterday he had looked so angry but yet been so uncomfortably calm.

And those eyes... It felt almost impossible that he could have such honey-yellow eyes. Only dudes in movies had it, like... demons and werewolves. But if I can have regal purple ones, he must be able to have honey yellow. Which of them is most weird?

Of course, I understand that he's angry about everything. I would have been furious if someone stole my expensive car and then collide it into a precious tree. What even determines how it is a precious tree? Weird as fuck in my eyes.

But the question is, how did he find us? He didn't ride in another car and his estate was some distance away. He couldn't have seen the collision thru the trees and the rain! Maybe the headlights.

I'm just glad he never called the police though, but it would have been best if we had time to escape before he showed up.

I drove the same way as last night, through the forest. The rain had made the road slippery and greasy, and I had to drive calmly and methodically so as not to fall over. Some parts of the road were overgrown, and twigs hit my helmet.

Now it was no longer raining but was humid and a bit raw air. The sun hid behind a few clouds, but it was calm and still a pleasant temperature.

When I passed the place where Becca collided with the tree, I cringed. The car was gone now but the tree tilted ominously across the road. If there was to be a storm it would certainly fall.

I turned onto the main road and drove right, towards the estate. I was thinking about what kind of work Mr. Hook needed help with, or if he even needed help. But he was kind enough to let me work and avoid prison.