Spiorad

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

I didn’t wake to the smell of smoke again, thank goodness. I wasn’t sure if I could handle that. Last night had been awful. Thinking back on it I was more than a little embarrassed. I couldn’t believe that I had lost control like that. Mortifying didn’t even begin to describe what I was feeling.

I looked around, but Demy wasn’t in the room. Instead of feeling worried, I was relieved. I really didn’t want to face him in that moment. All that was replaying in mind was me bawling like a baby. I walked hurriedly to the bathroom, hoping Demy wouldn’t come back before I got there.

When I looked in the mirror I felt like crying all over again. I looked even worse than I had last night. I didn’t that would be possible, but evidently it was. On top of all the problems still left from the previous night, my eyes swollen and were extremely red from all the crying. Yet again, the dead guy looked better than me. Life really sucked sometimes.

I did my morning routine and I was walking out of the bathroom, Demyan finally came back in. “Hey,” I said, trying to force the blush from my cheeks. I still hadn’t stopped thinking about yesterday evening. “Where have you been?”

He looked at me, and noticing my blush a smirk formed on his face. “Oh, you know. I was just spying on women in the shower, changing, the works. Sometimes being dead is awfully convenient,” he said, the tilt to his lips never leaving.

My face immediately pulled up into one of disgust. Just in case he didn’t catch the fact that I was grossed out by what he said, I pantomimed retching. I had no  desire to hear about his sexual exploitations. So I told him as much. “I really don’t wanna hear about your creepy perving on innocent, unsuspecting women.”

He laughed and said, “You wouldn’t be calling them innocent if you saw what I saw of them.”

My mouth gaped open in disbelief, and I swiveled on my heel. I was going straight for the door. I was tired of talking about this with him. I was not jealous at all. Well, that’s what I told myself.

Demy grabbed my waist right as my hand made contact with the doorknob. He swung me around so I was facing him, leaving his arm around my waist. “Hey, don’t get upset. I’m sorry. I wasn’t actually checking out scantily clad women. I was talking to the people from up top,” he told me gently.

“The people from up top?” I asked him, thoroughly confused.

“Yeah, you know, the head spirits,” he said, as if it was completely obvious. Which it wasn’t. I knew very little about how all of this. I didn’t have him to tell me.

“Oh, of course,” I remarked sarcastically. “So, is God real?”

He shrugged. “What do you mean ‘shrug’?” I questioned him. “Is he there or not?”

Demy shrugged once again, but before I could fume at him he said, “I don’t know if he’s real or not. I haven’t moved on from the real world. I mean, that’s pretty obvious. If I had moved on I wouldn’t be here talking to you right now.”

“Oh,” I muttered, slightly disappointed that he wouldn’t be giving me the answers to all my spiritual questions. Not that I had all that many, I wasn’t very religious. I shook off all my musings and asked, “So what are we doing today?”

Demy looked at me with an amused smile on his face. “Well, I was thinking that we could make a stop in Missouri to check out something pretty interesting.”

“Okay, what is it?” I asked, my voice filled with curiosity. I had been hardly anywhere and hadn’t seen anything. I was eager for adventures. He simply gave me a small smile, and motioned for me to go out the door.