SILENCE

Ah-meh-rii-cah-noh.

He returned the next day.
And the next, and the next, and the next. And the sequence remained the same each time.

He would come awkwardly with his heavily piled plate, and say,

"Hello Alice"

With that newly maturing voice of his and a smile. He would sit himself without her permission and there she would watch him while stroking her teddy bears. She would contemplate him like an experiment with her deep, dark eyes as he had intercourse with his food and in the next twenty minutes,

"Thanks Alice"

He would always say it with an accompanying smile surely sent from the most malicious recesses of hell designed to break her resolve to stop him.

And, she watches him leave every time.

She had noticed the incredulous stares and hidden whispers and giggles carelessly thrown their way each time and that led her to wonder how much of a fool she has got in her hands. 

Yet, it felt... nice.

Although she would rather die than admit it to anyone else, she would never deceive herself. She had seen too much things in this world no nine-year-old should ever have to see to know that only the greatest fool deceived his own self. Being forced to grow up early had taught her that much wisdom.

Besides, who else can you truly trust but yourself?

She knew danger brewed dangerously close to the surface. The signs had all began showing, just as her mother had said they would.

The beast was becoming restless now. It had begun disturbing her much more than normal and it was only a matter of time before it tries to overpower her. But she had one priceless weapon, one it very well knew of. 

The strength of the human will.

Observing the bald mathematics teacher as he laboriously toiled to instill the hard-gained wisdom of the arithmetic world into the unwilling pupils, she acknowledged that the human will did triumph over everything. For the time being, she could be sure the beast would be very careful not to excite anger in her.

A strong will is the devil's greatest fear.

And she was still human, wasn't she? Her being human remains unquestioned even if she does not act like one most times.

She turned to see her newest pet looking at her with such scorching and full-blown desire that even a fully matured hot-blooded nymphomaniac cannot muster.

Perhaps Cody overdid it a bit this time.

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Mark Brown raised his almost non-existent eyebrows dangerously close to his hairline as his client tattled on. He seemed to have lost the ability to hear the flustered man and all he could do was watch the man's wide mouth as it made very interesting shapes.

The punishing hand of alcohol in form of a hangover held court in his head today and seemed to be having a carnival there. And the sounds his client's mouth made only compounded that fact.

He had earlier concluded that it was safer to watch the mouth in question rather than listen to it. This was probably why he noticed that it usually had to go extra length to pronounce most words because of the buck teeth protruding ominously from the it. Truly, the mouth was almost shapeless.

Wait, it resembled something he had seen once in high school.  Yes, a certain sample he had seen at one time... What was it called again?... Amoeba?

Yes, that's it! The mouth looks very similar to that amoeba he had seen.

He absentmindedly nodded to approve that suspicion, tapping his slender fingers on his chin.

Although he would never admit to his client that his mouth resembled an amoeba. If he did, he would have to reveal the unpleasant fact that he had wet himself in front of everybody— including Pamela Rich, his high school crush.

It had been very traumatizing indeed.

Was that a shred of lettuce stuck between the man's incisors?

The guy seemed to be making his argument much more vehemently now as his whole body joined his mouth.  Yet his words all merged into each other until the sounds became similar to that of a swarm of bees doing business around THE MOUTH.

It was very bothering indeed.

"Stop! "

He exclaimed when he was finally tired of seeing THE MOUTH at work. Honestly, he was getting a bit creeped out.

The poor guy looked like he was about to cry and stammered,

"Y-you no believe me? Señora, you no believe me!"

Then he promptly burst into tears.

The whole fiasco was done and over two hours later after a lot of begging and compensation on his part and he swore never to look at other people's mouths again. He was very sure that mouth had caused this... disaster, as it had surely caused others as well.

Sitting down heavily on his office chair, he shook off the excitement of the last hours and loosened his tie. The view his office afforded him calmed him somewhat and he let nature work its magic. The hangover had not lessened, if anything, it had grown worse.

Ever since he had had his freedom, he had been trying out things he had always wanted to.
There had always been things he had fantasized about and had positively burned to fulfill.

He had satisfied most of his curiosities and urges for things both in and out of the bedroom.

Yet, there was one urge, a quite prickling one, he was yet to attend to.

It was the basest of them all and one he fully intended to satisfy. He felt a shiver of excitement go through him as he thought about it.

All he had to do was to find the right candidate.

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Dear reader,

Listen well to Alice as she says,

"Besides, who else can you truly trust but yourself?"

I particularly love her for her mentality. I want to tell you that wherever you go, never lie to yourself because in this world, you can trust no one else. Not even your closest friend or family.

A strong will is the devil's greatest fear.

Never forget that.

This chapter is named Americano because it does not contain much paranormal content.

Kindly vote and I would love to know what you think.

Did you find the chapter funny? It was originally meant to be but I understand if it's not.

With love and shivers,
Esther.