Heart of the Succubus

Heart of the Succubus (2)

I appreciate your patience with me. My delay was a mixture of writer's block and my laptop temporarily breaking.

I just want to thank everyone who is showing this story tons of support. I can't tell you in words how much that means to me.

Enjoy ghoulies.

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TWO:

"I hear you piss yourself when you have a seizure," said my little brother from across the table.

"Trevor c'mon now," groaned Mom.

"How'd that happen?" he asked me.

I poked a piece of broccoli with my chopsticks. "I slipped on some wet tile, hit my head on a locker. Set off my fit."

"Only times I've seen you have them we were at family gatherings, taking pictures an' stuff."

"Yeah well, you still write out 'boobies' on your calculator; what do you know?"

Trevor snorted, laughing "Boobies . . ." under his breath.

"Come on you guys," Mom said exasperatedly. "Let's just sit and enjoy our family dinner. Normal family talk, go: What did you do in school today Trevor?"

"Dissected a frog. Pulled out a bunch of its organs and stuff."

Mom stopped mid-chew, glaring over at her son.

"You asked."

Mom rolled her eyes, which landed on me, carefully watching me stack my orange chicken on top of one another. "Selina, babe, are you feeling okay?"

"Yeah." I cleared my throat, ripping my gaze from my plate. "I mean no. Is it--Mom do you think it would be okay if I spent the next few days at home?"

"Out of school?"

"Well, yeah."

"Oh I--I don't know, honey. I mean you know I wanna say yes, but you seem to be doing okay." She eyed me as I looked back down into my plate. "Mr. Ryan called me the other day, informed me that you're failing biology. I don't think it's a good idea for you to miss any days."

I swallowed. "I meant to tell you--"

"It's okay. I mean it's not, but if it's a matter of tutoring they have it free at the--"

"Yeah, no, it's fine. I'm fine. I'll go back to school."

I glanced up to see Trevor studying me.

"Why are you failing biology?" he asked.

"Huh?"

"You were the one that helped me pass my biology test. How are you failing?"

"I . . ." got told if I didn't write Samson Smith's paper for him, he'd tell everyone I blew him in the broom closet for ten bucks " . . . got hung up with Emerson stuff."

Trevor was still eyeing me, but Mom said, "Understandable."

Normally after dinner Trevor and I would listen to bad 80's music as we did the dishes together, bumpin' our hips to 'Girls Just Wanna Fun', but tonight we silently scrubbed and dried. Afterwards we slumped on the couch together, putting on Ghostbusters on our Jurassic VCR, our favorite Halloween movie.

But I was only seeing moving images on the screen. Every time I blinked, I saw this stretched hyena smile of Bree Mason's pearly whites.

"What's wrong?" said Trevor. "You always laugh at the Slimer scene. Every. Single. Time."