The Demon Complex

Chapter 5 - Lindsey/Charlie/Jamie

Lindsey

He was standing in a dark room filled with a musky smell. Or was he sitting? All of his senses were disheveled, but one thing came clear to him. The smell of booze. Lindsey heard a voice ask for another round. It took him a moment to realize that it was himself talking. The bartender gave him the drink. Lindsey looked up, and the bartender met his eyes. Looking back at Lindsey was his slob of an uncle. Lindsey wanted to spit in his face. But instead, Lindsey pointed out a woman to him.
"You ought to take that one out there," Lindsey heard himself say. His uncle smirked and pushed his way towards the woman and dragged her to the stage. The woman was willing, more willing than Lindsey liked. It wasn't until the intoxicated woman turned around and winked at Lindsey did he realize who she really was. Her slightly aged yet beautiful face was no longer the same. But there was no way he wouldn't recognize her. There was no way he wouldn't recognize his own mother.
Lindsey's uncle returned to the bar where Lindsey sat, indulging on the view. She danced, and when she danced, the entire bar shook. The men were having a great time, excluding Lindsey. He felt sick, yet his body was screaming for more. His head was pounding, yet he wanted his own mother more than anything. Lindsey wanted to scream as he ran towards the stage and pulled himself up. He couldn't believe he was doing this. His mind was screaming at him to stop, but he stumbled and crashed up to his mother. She sloppily climbed up to kiss his lips. He slammed her against the pole, and he could hear the entire bar moan. This was torture, whatever it was. Lindsey began to do things to his mother he wished he would never do to anyone. At some point, Lindsey slipped away. He lost himself in the loud music and in her. She gasped and turned around, calling out his name.
Lindsey blinked and his mother changed into a young woman with black hair and piercing eyes.
She moaned, "Lindsey..."
And then screamed with urgency, "Lindsey!"
Startled and confused, Lindsey woke up with Charlie straddling him. Her eyes were wide, and Jamie was standing in the doorway shouting. that's when he saw his raised fist and Charlie tensed for a blow. He quickly lowered it, eyes wide. Charlie blushed a deep red when she came to her senses and realised her position, she ran toward a Jamie who was standing in the doorway, he pulled her towards him. Lindsey couldn't help but gag as he realised what he'd just done, both in the dream and in real life. "What the fuck." Jamie almost growled at him. Lindsey stumbled into the bathroom and tried to get rid of the feeling. He puked until he could feel his stomach caving in. He heard Charlie enter behind him, "Nightmare?" She asked.

Charlie

Gregor and Lindsey were both asleep now but Jamie had stayed up with me to do more research seeing as I didn't want to go back to sleep quite yet. A bad company record was crackling in the background when I heard a thump from Lindsey's adjoining room. Jamie looked at me but I just shrugged, "It won't be anything, don't worry." He raised his eyebrows at me when it came again, this time followed by a groan. "Okay fine, I'll go check." I said, untangling my legs. I opened the door slightly and stuck my head around it. "Lindsey?" I called, but he was still asleep, only he was thrashing around on the bed wildly. BeforeI knew what I was doing I had rushed over to him and climbed onto the bed to stop him. "Wake up! Wake up Lindsey! It's not real!" I shouted. Suddenly his eyes shot open and mine widened as I noticed him pull his fist back. I squeezed my eyes shut and tensed. Jamie yelled from the doorway, more threatening than I'd ever heard him sound before. When a blow didn't come I opened my eyes a crack. Lindsey's eyes were wide, full of panic and terror. I noticed my position and blushed, quickly clambering off of him and running towards Jamie, who looked furious. As soon as I was close enough he grabbed me and pulled me into him.

"What the fuck, was that?!" He said dangerously to Lindsey, who was as white as a sheet, and who replied by abruptly getting up and stumbling to the bathroom. I tried to follow him but felt a hand tighten around my wrist. I looked up to Jamie whose face was now much softer.