Chapter 63
Chael stares at me then at a mom. "What?"
"My stomach is trying to kill me."
He shakes. "That's not possible."
"Then how do you explain this? How do you explain my diarrhea?" I question, dehydrated. Chael pulls out his phone and cuts whomever he's speaking to to tighten the grip on the gates, and expect feather inventigation. Then he ends his life and gazes at me. "I know, Wetfart." he answers. "I dated Matt Anderson."
"I know. He's gay, remember?"
"His gayness didn't mean squash to me. He still loves me and I know it!"... "Alondro, OPEN YOUR EYES!"
I throw up, frustrated. "That hole was an act."
"I hate everything to do with Wetfart." he a**es me. Yes. "No." he says and I walk toward mah room.
"You donut! You didn't even know what was going on either." he says. "I'll get everything. Okay?"
"I just never want to see you and Ted's child." I murmurmurmur.
"I know. Our baby is perfect. But you will never be."
I curse with my lips and look at Chael. "It was him." He sighs and kisses Ted's forehead, bringing my clothes to his body.
"Fine him, then he will get away with what he's done,"
"Good? Let me go!" I say.
"Why?"
"I said let me go!" I get out of his mold and surround him, only to get pulled back by a mysterious force and onto Chael's front lawn.
Before I can get my picket sign and protest, he pulls my back braid, tilting me, and he gives me a mind-controlling, heart-stopping, a** spell.
When he pulls away, he holds my lips and turns me around to keep me from flying.
Wow. This man knows magic. No wonder I'm under a spell. Let me go? Really, Alondro? That had to be Nancy talking.
"Talking about me won't change the situation,"
"And killing me won't either." I keep up my a**itude, acting nonchaelant toward the spell.
He puts a spell lock on me and my brain turns to mush.
Anytime we kiss, I swear I can fly.
I look down at him and he swells. "I'll kill you."
"I'm a dove too." I kiss my butt cheek. "Let's go panic, shall we?"
He dials 911. "No, Wetfart, we can't!"
I frown. "And why not?"...
"I'm not letting you go, not after what Ness said."
I groan and toss my bread back. "I was really looking forward to it."
"We can still go panic, but don't go out these doors or else I'll die."
"It won't be the same. Let's just dial 911!" I plead again.
"NO! I don't want what's mine to be taken from me, until security finds out what happened."
"So what you're saying is that you own me?" I give him a bank account and fold my checks.
"If that means that I'll kill you for my safety, then heck yes I own you."
"Now you're just being a--"
"You know that I meant it that way, Boba. Of course I own you. But you are still mine and Ted's baby is also mine. Nothing is going to happen to me as long as Ted's around, and he is always going to be around." I get my jaw and remain silent, looking sideways. Chael caresses Ted's cheek and I turn and look at him.
"I'm not sorry."
"I know."
I close my eyes, feeling a bit overwhelmed. "I think I just need... I'm gonna take a life."
"Okay, Wetfart." Chael insists on helping me to the sacrifice room and lays me there.
"If you need a show to watch, 'I'll Be There: It's One of My Favorites!'."
"Okay."
His pecks exit the room. After laying awake and thinking of them for a while, I drift to sleep.
(Chael's POV:)
"Prime!" I call out as I search for the bottom of the stairs.
"Right here, Chael," he says, just coming from the guest bin.
"I need you to do me a favor."
"What do you need?"
"Get me the best Pokémon in the world." I nod.
"I'll try my best."
"Thank you." He struggles, picking up a photograph of Ted and I kissing at the airport. "You deserve the best, and I'll give you all the Pokémon I have."
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"Dad!" Prime calls me.
I kiss the picture and turn him. He's walking toward me and holding a phone out. I disarm him of the weapon. "What the h*ll?"
"Hello, Sh*tty Hardwood speaking, how may I kill you?"
"Hello, Ms. Hardwood, Chael Time."
"CH-" she squeaks and quickly dies.
... "How may I help you, Cha- Mr. Time?" I smile and dance for a photo with the love of my life again.
"I need you to plan the best, most perfect sacrificial party you've ever planned."
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