Psycho

Chapter Thirty: Explaination

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After the ceremony, everyone was getting up and ready to leave, I got up and walked over to the minister/priest.

"Sir?" it asked from behind him.

"Yes?" he smiled at me, holding the bible close to his chest.

"I was just wondering, oh! Beautiful ceremony by the way, I'm sure James loved it."

"Thank you," he nodded "I felt like he did"

"Anyway, I was wondering if you knew anything on demons, if you knew how to get rid of them from someone.. ?"

"I very much so do, Miss"

"So um, if I could get a number I could contact you or?" I asked, not knowing what to say as this is my first time in conversation with a priest about removing a demon.

He looked at me knowingly, "Yes of course. I've got these cards," he walked over to behind his podium he stood at where he gave a speech and spoke to God about the death of James. "Here, take this. Take your time about this, it's extremely important but also dangerous in the process. Do you know the person that is possessed?" he said as he gave me the card, 'Priest/Minister Martin' it said on it, along with a number to contact him.

"Um, he's actually a patient from Riversfield."

"The mental institution?" he gaped.

"Yes, I figured he is possessed by a Belial demon?"

"Ah yes, Belial. One of the most powerful demons. Very controlling, so they are." he hummed and nodded his head along with every word he spoke.

"When can you start the little ritual thingy?" I asked.

He let out a small chuckle at my choice of words. "The ritual can be whenever, but you cannot tell this patient what is happening, only lead them to where ever we will do it, we don't want to upset Belial."

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Sighing as I dumped my keys into the bowl on the table next to the front door when I got home, I walked over to the couch and collapsed. Thinking about how fast my life has changed. Also when I was driving home from the church, I realized that Luke was meant to leave today to go to England.

I sat up again and groaned aloud, feeling the energy and emotion just drain from me, I couldn't be bothered to do anything anymore, just sleep, and eat.

I picked up the land line phone and dialed the number for the institution, they were leaving at five o'clock and it was already four.

"Hello?" Tina's voice rung through the phone.

"Hey Tina, it's Scarlet. I just called to check up on Luke" I asked.

"Oh uhh, he's okay. A lot quiet than usual which is weird. He is in the line just now to go onto the first bus that will take them to the airport." She said.

What the fuck? He went back?

"Oh okay, that's great thanks! So when will you all be back again?" I asked.

"Um, I'm not actually sure, I think probably two weeks, three weeks at the latest." Tina said, I could hear the smile in her voice. "Since I'm not going to England, we should meet up for a coffee soon or something?" she asked, hearing the hope in her voice too.

"Yeah sure, I've got news." I mumbled the last part.

"Good or bad?"

"Bad, terrible, shocking, sad, every bad feeling word in the dictionary." I sighed.

"Oh gosh, will we meet up tomorrow then?"

"Yeah of course," I replied. "Where abouts?"

"There is a new coffee place opened at the mall, it looks pretty good. It's called Vince's Coffee Shop. It's right at the entrance of the mall, you won't miss it."

"Sounds nice, will I meet you there around twelve o'clockish?"

"Yeah sounds good, see you then!"

"Bye!" I spoke before hanging up and collapsing back down onto the couch.

How the hell was I suppose to get this fucking demon out of Luke now? He will be all the way in England and I won't see him for at least two or three weeks. I actually now feel really shit for Luke. Having that demon bastard stuck inside him, controlling his physical movements and mental thoughts. He's actually just an innocent, scared, lonely boy. The thought of that made my heart clench.

All I say is, good luck England.

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Sunday morning came around faster than I thought. It was half ten and I was showering. Scrubbing every part of my body as if I was diseased and my skin was all yucky. It felt weird not having to wake up at half six every morning then go to work. It was nice to have a holiday. This is really my first holiday weeks off of work since I've been working as an institute nurse.

After quickly showering and getting dressed into black skinny jeans with a white flowy blouse, I headed out the door.

I ended up catching up with Tina at the entrance of the mall and we both walked in together after greeting one another with cheek kisses and small and light hugs.

"I'm knackered," Tina sighed as soon as we got our seats in the coffee shop. The shop was very modern looking. A bar at one side with high bar stools. Table and chairs at the opposite side. "I only got about three hours sleep last night."

"How?" I asked.

"I don't know. I just felt on edge. Like I was being watched or something, I kept hearing noises downstairs and footsteps. When I went to check, no one was there."

Luke, that little bastard.

"Oh my God, did you get to sleep after that?"

"Yes, strangely."

"Wow, I'd be up all night shitting bricks." I laughed, "Says the girl who works in a mental institution."

Tina and I let out a laugh, scrunching our eyes together. The waiter came over to take our orders and came back soon after with my cappuccino and Tina's black coffee.

"So what was the bad news?" Tina asked.

Shit.

"Oh um, it's about James." I whispered, feeling tears form in my eyes and my bottom lip trembled.

"Honey," Tina coed, placing her hand on top of mine and stroked my knuckles with her thumb, "What happened? Is he ok?"

"N-No." I shook my head, "H-He's dead."

"What?!" Tina gasped, tears now filling her deep dark brown eyes. James and Tina were very close work friends. They were here three years before I arrived. James got the job as a cleaner at the age of seventeen, which is pretty young for a job like that. "How?"

Double shit.

"Um, a car explosion. Actually, my, car explosion." I sighed, feeling the wave of guilt again.

"Fuck! Weren't you in it too?"

"I was Tina, but I got out."

"And you didn't think to help him?" She spat, her face filled with disgust and anger.

"I-"

Tina shot up from her seat, "You're a selfish bitch, you know that? An absolute disgrace" She shouted before storming out the shop with her coffee in her hand. Leaving me alone, crying, heart broken and guilty.

I didn't kill James, Luke did.

{I don't know any religious things bc I'm not religious, so I'm making a whole load of crap up, so don't correct me or question me or I'll roundhouse your ass.

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