Torn

Ch. 4 The Play Room

Abigail's POV

It's Sunday, the weather is beautiful, and I have some free time so I am going to the beach! I am lucky that my college is only 15 minutes from the beach!

I checked to see when low tide is, and it's at 11am. I figure I would get there at 10am and stay maybe to 12:30pm. That would give me plenty of time to look for shells and shark teeth. After lunch, I will work on schoolwork and maybe my project if there is time.

I eat a nice breakfast of eggs and toast. I grab my beach bag which as all my beach items and put it by the door. I change into my purple and blue bikini. The top is like a sports bra and the bottoms are like short shorts. I put a wrap around my waist. To keep my hair from getting tangle, I put it into a braid. I grab my purple baseball hat and pull my braid through it. I burn so easily so I put on a very nice brand of sunscreen. Lastly, I grab my zip lock big of quarters for the meter and some bottle water.

Already to go, I head for the door, pick up my beach bag, and grab the door handle. From behind me, I hear "Hello deer." I freeze. WTF! I turn my head around to see a tall man dressed all in red but something off. He has red eyes and looks like antlers. Before I have time to process what to do or scream, my head suddenly hurts. I drop everything and put hands up over my eyes. The pain goes away in less than a minute and the memory of what happened on Friday night comes back. Shit! I am frozen in place but remove my hands away from my face and look at the demon.

"Now, thats your memory is back, let's try this again. Hello dear. How are you?," the demon said the a huge amused smile.

I suddenly remember he doesn't like rude people. "Hi...," I say in a small shaking voice.

"Alastor," he reply.

"Hi Alastor. I am good and you?" I say in return. I don't want to repeat what happened last time.

"I am great! Especially since you and I are going to take a trip today," he says with jovial voice, huge smile, and spinning his cane.

I never noticed the cane before. It looks like an old microphone with a long handle. The center of microphone looks like an eye.

"We are taking a trip? I thought you could go any where you wanted and cause mayhem where you please. Why do I need to go?" I ask nervously. I really don't want to see what he does when he is here.

He puts his cane in front of him and leans on it.

"Did I forget to mention that I have to stay near you? I am attached to you. Where you go, or should I say where I want you to go, I follow," he replies with a sly smile.

Shit! F##k! I really don't want to be pulled around by a demon!

"I really don't have a say or choice in this, do I?" I asked nervously and with a sinking feeling in my stomach.

Right when I finish asking my question, I feel something around my neck it's a collar. The green chain attach to it and the end of the chain is in Alastor's hand. "No, you don't," he says with an evil smile.

I take a deep breath, "where are we going?"

"I want to visit my old stumping grounds New Orleans. I haven't been there in several decades. It would be nice to see how it's changed."

I am surprised. I thought he would want to go somewhere to where he could cause havoc like the White House.

"Well, that is going to be a half a days drive. So guess, this is an over night trip. I need to get something together and change. Just gave me a few minutes to get ready." I really don't want to miss any classes but I have no choice.