Demon Lovers (Pinhead And Chatterer)

Chapter 4

Grace chose to stay back at the house, while Larry and Julia went back to pack things for the move. She chose to clean the kitchen first as it was the worst room in the house.
As she cleaned the kitchen, she waited for the attic to be sorted. The attic was the biggest room, that was filled with mold and damp. Larry got some people to come to the house and treat the room which led Grace to sleep on the old sofa in the living room. She didn't mind, she liked the silence.
As she worked, her mind drifted to her dreams.
Dark narrow hallways with many doorways, white ash floating around her that landed softly on her skin. She could hear them; men and woman crying in agony and torment, but some sounded like they enjoyed it. She saw figures, they were blurry, but they always stayed in the darkness. They never looked at her, they never talked, they had their backs turned away from her. The further she walked, the more hotter her body became. She wanted to peel the cloths she wore away from her skin and walk around naked.
Grace knew in her dreams, she was followed. She didn't know if they were men or woman, their smell and touch were both sex. She knew their were two that followed her, two sets of hands that always touched her in places that she only touched once, or their big hands would guide her own in those places. She could feel their bodies press to hers, they were warm and hard. She felt lips and teeth on her neck like they were marking her. They whispered about pain and pleasure, things that would leave her wanting more. She wanted more. They were teasing her.
When Grace had woken up, her body was warm to the touch and very sensitive. Her underwear were soaking through, her nipples hardened. Sometimes when she woken up she would freak out that her hands were between her legs, her fingers wet with her juices. It left her scared and confused. There was no pain down there. Grace had never been with a man or woman, she never thought about it.
With what Frank did to her, left her with thick rough scars on the outside and inside.
In her teenage years, she learned about her body from many books and chose to explore herself like any teenager would.
She found out she loved stimulation, but penetration it hurt like a bitch. She could feel the scars stretch inside and out. So a relationship was out of the question.

Sunday.
It was still the Lord's day up this end of the city. Even if the owners of these well-dressed houses and well-dressed children were no longer believers, they still observed the Sabbath. A few curtains were twitched aside when the moving van drew up, and the unloading began.
Grace looked after the unpacking of the van, while Larry organised the unloading of the van, with Chas and Mad Bob providing extra muscle.
It took four round-trips to transfer the bulk of the stuff from Alexandra Road, and at the of the day there was still a good deal of bric-a-brac left behind to be collected at the point.
Grace watched from the doorway of the kitchen, as two moving men moved the bed into the house. Larry talks to them about trying a different approach if getting the bed up the stairs.
"Where not going to get it in." Mad Bob said.
"Tip it. Tip it." Chas cried.
"Wait! Wait! Watch the fucking paintwork instead of my daughter." Larry shouted at Chas.
Grace smiled, she adored when Larry was protective of her and Kirsty.
"Looks do you want the bed in or not." Chas asked in frustration.
Larry nods his head. "Just take it slow." He tells them.
"Oh, sod you." Chas snaps.
"Eh, Chas, slow it down like the man said." Mad Bob steps in, slightly taking the piss out of Larry.
Grace face held an angry expression. She hated how people treated Larry with no respect.
She walks around the kitchen moving from one box to the other. She opens one box and notices some of her things inside. She picks it up and leaves the kitchen. She spots Julia coming out from the living room carrying bathroom things.
They both watched three sweaty men have a bed wedged in the door and stairs.
Chas stops and looks at the two women. He looks to Julia. "Do you really need this bed, lady?"
Larry looks at the two women. "How are you two doing?" He asks out of breath.
"Great." Grace replies.
"Looks like a bomb dropped." Julia replies.
Grace snickers.
"Got any bear?" Chas flirts with the two women.
Julia gives him a pointed look. "There some in the fridge."
Nobody moves to get it. Larry rolls his eyes. "I get it."
He walks down the hallway and into the kitchen. Julia moves to go up the stairs and Grace follows closely behind her. They hear both men laughing behind them. Grace glanced back at them. They both whisper and licking their lips; meaning of the gesture perfectly apparent. Grace shivers uncomfortable and rushes up the stairs and into her bedroom.

Kirsty arrives at the head of the driveway. She sees two men drinking beer. The bed has not been moved. She wonders down the driveway, heading towards the house.
Chas spots Kirsty, his eyes widen and starts looking at her body. He leans on the brick work of the house in a relaxed pose.
"This is my lucky day." He says loudly catching Kirsty's attention.
"Hi" she says.
"Want to buy a bed?" He flirts.
She laughs. "No."
She moves passed them, attempting to move the bed and the door-jamb.bthe two men watch, enjoying her efforts.
"Dad? Grace?" Kirsty calls.
Larry emerges from one of the rooms, looking harassed. His face lightens as he sees his daughter.
"Kirsty!"
They both hug each other. Kirsty then looks around. "Big house."
"You like?"
"Yeah."
"Kirsty!" Grace screams in surprise, her eyes widen in shock.
Grace rushes down stairs and hops over the banister with ease. She attacks Kirsty with a hard, but loving hug. Larry smiles at his two daughters who hug each other tightly.
"I missed you." Grace whispers.
Kirsty smiles. "I missed you too."
"I'll show you around when I've got this bed moved." Grace offers.
"I like that... Is Julia around?" Kirsty asks.
"Upstairs." Larry replies and then lowers his voice. " Treat her gently. She hates moving."
"Surprise." Kirsty replies dryly.
"Kirsty." Larry warns.
"Okay. I'll be nice. You get on with the muscle work. I will make the coffee." Grace offers.
Grace takes Kirsty's hand and drags her into the kitchen.
Larry turns back and notices Chas watching both young woman.
"Is she your other daughter." He asked.
"Uh-huh."
Chas grins oafishly. "They have their mothers eyes."
"Both of their mothers are dead. Father tried to kill one of them."
Chas grins fades.
The kitchen is chaos. Cutlery, crockery, utensils, pans and food stuff have been heaped on every available surface.
"You won't believed I've cleaned the kitchen." Grace tells her.
"That's the joys of moving." Kirsty replies with a small smile. Grace watches it fade. "How have you been?" Kirsty asks.
"I've been good...I've been doing better...only one appointment a week with Doctor Channard."
Kirsty smile widens. "That's great. We should have a girls night."
"I like that."
"You still having nightmares?"
"Nope. All good."
"That's great, let's make the cuppa coffee's." Kirsty replies.