Prisoner of Love

Chapter 2

Chapter 2 (April 13th 1861)

The sun angrily pushed into my eyes and I hissed like a ravenous mongoose defending it's homeland territory from a cobra. "Dad, why did you open my window?" I questioned with questioning eyebrow positions.

"Because I'm cleansing your dark, demonic soul possessed by the devil" Abraham jibed.

He prowled out of my room like a tiger named Raja swaying his hips with sashaying movements of the pelvis. He flicked his tail that he kept hidden away from America because he didn't want to be feared by his supporters like Elsa. My mother kept coaxing him to get it removed with truffles from her mother's uncle's stepdaugther's monkey's cousin's owner's butterfly's deer's wife's bird's human's grandmother. But he refused, sometimes he would bounce it and put sunglasses and simply state "Let's bounce".

I swear my father was secretly Lucifer himself since he woke up me up from my Paul laden dream. In it, he was wearing nothing but a leaf and he was sitting on a thrown of gorillas. I was his banana queen and he was just about to aggressively make out with me when Abraham woke me up.

I slithered out of bed and sprinted to the kitchen upon smelling the blood of our enemies. I pondered my dream some more and felt like the cat that ate the cream of the crop. I looked at the clock and realized at the sound of a gunshot another battle was bursting through. I skipped to wear I heard the sounds of battle. It was a hop, skip, jump, twirl away from my clubhouse which I called the Glitter Factory. I sneaked over to the Confederate side of the Battle of Fort Sumter and immediately heard singing. I couldn't help but follow the direction of the angelic noises of love. "Wow, you really connected with the ponies in that song" I said to an attractively smoldering, beautifully, smirking Paul.

"Thanks I wrote it just for you. Wait, let me add some percussion" he said, as five delightful noises burst from his buttocks.

A single tear slid down my cheek and the tears streamed down my face. Paul started throwing up when he realized he upset me. "No" I said, "Not on my shoes" I said as I grabbed a handful and stealthily shoved it into my pocket to add to my collection. "They're made from the blubber of the baby humpback whales of North Korea. Your songwriting is what makes you beautiful."

Paul heard the rustling of leaves "WATCH OUT" he yelled, both of us narrowly missing the bullet that whizzed past our heads. "You & I could have died! What a travesty! Can you stand up on your own?" Paul questioned.

I nodded and donkey kicked my way up, landing squarely on my feet. I spotted Siva who was trudging towards us, waving his crimson chin in the air. "WHAT do you think you're doing with this gutter trash?"

Paul started foaming at the mouth in anger. "Shut your face hole, Siva. He is lovely." I squandered.

Siva rolled his eyes and grabbed my hand, "But you're MY fiancée. I forbid you to see him again."

Paul ran away, crying like a 14 year old girl that didn't get chosen to be the One Less Lonely Girl at the Justin Bieber concert.

To be continued.