© Amber Kalkes 2014
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"Deep" By Nine Inch Nails
Three+
I battle over it for half an hour. I’ve looked at my reflection six times but still I can’t grow the balls to just do it. After the insanity of last night I don’t how I’m going to explain the six-inch cut down the right side of my face with anything convincing. I strongly doubt Sasha will believe anything about demons in the house without sending me to a mental institution and I’ve had my fill of that shit lately.
Jumping up and down in my spot I shake my hands trying to hype myself up for a confrontation. I don’t know what I’m expecting to happen but its better safe than sorry I suppose. Running a hand through my hair I touch the doorknob with a shaky hand and release a long breath while closing my eyes. I can do this; it’s just my uncle. Turning my wrist I wince as the doorknob clicks before stepping back as the door opens towards me.
Slowly opening my eyes I frown. I don’t smell the heavy scent of cigarettes or the sound of the TV blaring downstairs or even Sasha’s heavy footsteps. His bedroom, down the hallways from mine has the door open, which it never is when he’s home. Frowning deeper I step more into the hallway only to be hit with aroma of…bacon? My stomach growl at the mere suggestion and without really thinking about it my body begins making its way towards it.
Slowly and cautiously I move down the stairs unsure if this will be another mind fuck waiting to happen or something equally strange, like Sasha cooking. Turning the corner I’m slightly relieved to see that it’s neither of those options. Instead it’s the woman from last night, now in a cream colored knitted dress, standing at the stove while humming some song I don’t recognize.
Still cautious I walk deeper into the room and she doesn’t even turn towards me before speaking, “Sit, Maggie. I’m making eggs and bacon.”
More than a little surprised I stumble into one of the chairs at the kitchen table and watch her with suspicion. I’ve never had very good relationships with many women. I don’t know why, I just don’t seem to click with them as a group so my wariness with them is, to me, completely understandable. Though I have to admit I’m not exactly swimming in rational thoughts these days.
Turning off the stove she turns towards me with two plates in hand. Its then that I realize I don’t even know this lady’s name. Sending me a small smile she places the plate before me and my stomach is practically purring at the idea of being filled with all the amazing goodness set before me. She sits in the chair next to me and places a napkin in her lap, a sight I’ve never seen, before giving me an expectant look.
Not sure what exactly it is she wants me to do I just do what I’m dying to do anyway and pick up a slice of bacon. I nearly groan a loud at the salty yumminess that is currently making sweet, sweet love to my taste buds. How long has it been since I’ve actually had bacon? Maybe a year, I think.
“Good.” She smiles with a nod, “Now, I’m sure your wondering what my name is.”
I swallow the food in my mouth and nod, “That has crossed my mind.”
“Lorna.”
“Nice name.” I observe before taking a bite of egg. Oh dear god she put the bacon grease in it. I roll my eyes in the back of my head at the heart attack waiting to happen taste of it all.
She laughs lightly, “I assume your liking my cooking.”
“Are you kidding? I wish I could keep you here all the time. Sasha is always such a shitty cook, you know. If he doesn’t burn it he keeps it frozen on the inside.”
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