Hell is Swell [bxb]

Chapter Nineteen~ Body

CHAPTER NINETEEN- Found Out

POV: Body

The ground is cool. I can feel the ceramic tile seep in through my shirt, and it was so relieving to my over-heated skin that I laid my hands down flat and basked in it for a moment.

Then, I cracked my eyes open in confusion. Why was I on the floor?

Grant was the first thing I saw, and he was looking off in some direction. He was hovered over me, and a couple of his fingers were curled into my neck.

"Why are you pressing on my neck?" I voiced, making him jump.

He looked down at me, shock and relief smeared all over his expression. "You scared the shit out of me!" He gasped, letting go of my neck and smothering me in a hug. One of his hands crushed my head to his chest, and I felt like a flailing baby.

I groaned– I still felt hot and aching. My throat was on fire. But, really, I couldn't remember what happened. I frowned. "What did I do?" My words were only slightly muffled by his chest.

"You passed out." He finally released me from his iron grip. He gave me a concerned once-over. "Are you okay to stand?"

I shrugged, finally taking the time to look around. High, black cielings. Dark red drapes. "Where are we?"

"The demon's party." He scowled. "Well, it was. It ended a bit ago."

"Oh." I said, eyes wide. "You know– actually, I kinda remember being in line. Huh." I surveyed the area, thoughtful. "Weird."

"You... don't remember the party at all?"

I scratched my head, trying to place any memory of being at the party. But I came up blank. I found myself shrugging again.

"Well... it's been over. You've been passed out for a bit." He stood slowly, holding out a hand towards me. "Can you stand? We should get out of here before anyone sees us."

I placed my hand in his and he helped pull me up. I felt slightly groggy, but I wasn't going to tip over. I nodded slowly. "Yeah. I think I can stand."

"That's good." He said, looking like a massive weight was just lifted off of him. "We should find Renee. Fuck knows what she'd been getting up to. She probably found a demon to try to exorsize by now."

"Oh, your friend with the red hair?" Another voice chimed in. "I wouldn't worry about her."

Grant must have jumped a mile in the air, spinning around to face the voice.

I peeked over his shoulder, staring blankly at the intruder.

A woman. She wore a small, tight black dress and seemed to come out of nowhere.

Grant cursed. "You– uh, you're the girl who– ugh, the weird sex thing girl."

"The what?" I frowned.

"You were the one who–" Grant cut off in a huff. "She was wondering why we weren't– uh– with Xavion. And you told her– uh, you admitted that we were... planning a weir– a fun sex thing. Uh– with Xavion." He explained, glancing over at the woman and flinching. "Speaking of– ha, we should really be going to find Xavion."

"He left a bit ago." The woman said, smirking slightly.

"Oh, damn– well." Grant shrugged. "Maybe we can catch up to him?"

The woman looked down at her nails, turning them over with interest. "Yeah. Funny thing. He left with Ishmael." She said, glancing at me with a wink.

"..." Grant looked like a deer in headlights. "...WHAT?!" He suddenly exclaimed. Looking around, as if he was bewildered. "Does Ishmael have a twin?! What's happening?!"
His acting was atrocious. Absolutely atrocious.