11. Hero and Villain
It was the sunlight that made my eye open, and it was the smell of fried chicken just like from KFC that made me stand and it was the presence of Chip that scared-the-poor-soul-out-of-me. He looked dying, as usual. His eyes seemed ready to pop out from his eyeballs. He smiled at me, I did not. Chips presence made me remember the things that happened last night like he was a time machine that brought me to the Twilight Zone or a scene from Goosebumps.
“Good morning, Meg,” he greeted me with a smile.
“What the hell are you doing here?” I cautiously whispered.
“Your dad let me in and your mom let me cook the chickens.”
“Where are they?”
“They went out. Your mom told me that I should take care of you today, ‘cos they might be home late.”
“You’ll take care of me? That’s ironic,” I said as I grab my phone, “I should call them.”
“No, don’t. Listen, I am truly sorry about last night.”
I walked towards the kitchen and saw the pieces of fried chicken, some were perfectly cooked and some were burned.
“So you cooked this?”
“Yip,” he said gleefully.
“Did you replace salt with that crystal meth of yours?”
“Hell no. You better know that I’m good in cooking.”
“Did you also cook the meths?”
“What are you trying to infer?” he said and I sensed anger in his voice.
“What I’m trying to say,” I sad calmly, “is that you’re a curse to me. You lied to me. Telling me that we’re attending a party but then we came into the point of taking drugs. What a drug party? You fooled me Chip!”
He chuckled.
“Now you’re blaming me?” he spat and grabbed my wrist.
“Don’t touch me!”
“ARE YOU BLAMIN’ ME?”
“Yes I am. And who’s to be blamed? The chair who felt my butt? The flies the hovered in the fluorescent lamp? The table that let my arms rest? Or the floor the let me stood beyond the gravity?”
“YOU ARE, WITHOUT A DOUBT, CRAZY!”
“Don’t call me crazy bastard!” I exclaimed, as I tried to get out from his grip.
He tightened his grip, and I winced in pain. He slapped my face. It was painful; it was a thing that I didn’t expect. And then, my cheek started to burn.
“How dare---“
“Come with me,” he snapped and pulled me going out.
“What are…hey….stop! I said stop!”
“Shut up bitch!”
He opened the door, Ed was there: shocked.
“Ed,” I gasped, “help.”
Chip’s grip kept on tightening like a clamp for the iron rods.
“Let her go,” Ed exclaimed.
“GET OUT OF MY WAY BONES!”
“I said let her go,” he said word by word. Trying not to start a fight.
Before I knew it, Chip was already on the ground with a blood in his face, a broken bridge of his nose. He was bleeding. The happenings were too fast, or maybe the effect of the drugs made my perceptions go slow. I stood behind Edward, that’s what I remembered, gazing at Chip who stayed on the front porch. I looked at my numbing wrist. I was in trance. I trembled in pain.
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