Looking up [On Hold]

Demons

[ A:n/ Hey guys :) I just wanted to update. I feared if I didn't do it soon, I might never. This is not my best chapter and I'm not entriely happy with it. Just felt like I might as well give you awesome readers a little something. It is not edited, btw, not in any shape or fashion.]

I rested my head on the car window. The cold bite into my cheek, but I didn't care. It felt like the cold numbed me and I was in dire need of numbing. I closed my eyes and dreamt of the sun beating down on my face, sand in between my toes, and cool lemonade going down my throat. Waves beating down on the shore was my lullaby of music.

If I turned my head away from the speculator tide then I would have saw the beautiful mansion up the hill. The gates reached into the sky. A mile long driveway housed a sleek black car. It was everything it should have been: elegant and rich.

A silk bikini skirt rubbed pleasantly along my legs. Diamonds littered my bikini top and reminded me of wealth. My faceless and nameless assistant was saying something incoherent in my ear, but I didn't know what. For my mind was at peace looking at the waves and feeling the warmth of the sun. The voice got louder and more familiar, but I didn't want to look away for fear it would vanish if I let it out my sights.

The voice got louder and seemed to be calling my name. I desperately tried to hold onto the perfect moment, but it was slowly slipping away. Like a force was possessing me, my head turned slowly toward the not so faceless assistant.

Ms. River face was there, where it didn't belong. Her voice was coming out of the assistant mouth at the same time the lips moved. She got closer to me and kept repeating the same incoherent thing over and over until my head started to ring. It was a cruel joke. All of it.

"Abrielle?!"

"Abrielle?!"

"Abrielle Maliha Jackson, if you don't answer me right now, I swear!" Ms. River threatened, not liking my silence.

"Don't swear, it's not good," I replied simply.

"As if you can talk." She snorted.

Yawning, I tried to separate my cheek from the window. It was proving to be a very hurting and trying experience. The cold wrapped itself around me and was a stark difference between the warmness of California.

Finally extracting my frostbitten cheek, I rubbed my gloved hands along my face, hoping that my skin didn't crack.

Ms. Rivers looked into the rear-view mirror and saw my shivering. Concern came across her features as she looked away and tried fumbling with the heat settings.

"Are you cold, Bri? This stupid heater just refuses to work," she said sympathetically, while hitting the heater at random spots, hoping it will make it work better.

Sighing, I guessed the city of Goodrich didn't pay its social workers nearly enough.

"It's okay, it's not that cold, plus I'm used to it."

Looking around the car I easily could have known that Ms. Rivers worked for the lower levels of government. The manila folders, black coffee cups, flats, and briefcases just screamed government. The old car itself, reeked of lower paid government position.

"Oh okay, just want to make sure you were comfortable." She gave the heater one final punching before turning her eyes back to the road.

I was as comfortable as I could have been given the circumstance. Going to rest my head against the window, I decided against it considering the last time I did that it didn't end well.

Instead, I leaned my head back on the seat and looked out the corner of my eye toward the rising sun. Oh, God. How long was I out?

"What time is it?"