diary of a living dead girl

The newly wed game

Lydia Deetz woke up to her notifications going off. She groaned at the sound. Moving her hand out to push it away. Feeling her silk sheets under her touch, she opened her eyes. Looking out at her dark room. Devoid of light because of her black out curtains. But she didn't pay attention to the darkness. She raised herself up, noticing the lack of another person on her bed. She stared around in confusion. Knowing she had fallen asleep next to her bffff but he was no where to be seen. She pushed herself to roll on her back. Pushing a little to hard and rolling off her bed. She landed on the floor with a muffled thud from her cloths. "Ah fuck me" she groaned at the pain in her still bruised shoulder.

She sat up, gripping her bed as she went to stand up. "Morning mom, you seen Beej" she asked the picture on her vanity. Walking passed it and heading for her door. She made her way to the bathroom before anything else. Grabbing the first aid kit that sat on the toilet. She set it on the sink, pulling her long sleeve v neck shit down. Looking over her bit shoulder. It was clearing up, the bruising changing in color now that she was able to eat a proper diet. She put her shirt back moving to lift the bottom out of her plaid skirt. She brought it up, looking over the claw scratches on her side. Her side was purple from the attack. The wounds were fresher then the bite. She took the cloth she had stored inside the kit. Turning on the sink to run it under warm water. She rang it out the put a pinch of rubbing alcohol on it. 

Taking a deep breath she pressed it to herself. Screaming in her throat at the pain, she pressed on. Cleaning out her wound from the sweat of the night before. When she was done she rinsed out the cloth, throwing it in the hamper. She put the kit away then made her way out of the room. Walking down the hall and trying not to hiss at the agitated wound. She went down the stairs stopping half way. She stared down them a little confused. Turning her head she looked at all the photos on the wall. The ones of Charles were colored with a red marker. Displaying horns on his head and a tail on everyone. Delia had her eye blacked out and a tooth colored in with a black marker. A speech bubbled sat by her saying 'blah, blah, blah'. 

The ones of Barbara had her with a halo over her head and angel wings but a goofy face drawn over her saying 'i'm dumb feed me clay'. Adam had a baby bonnet drawn over his head saying wah over and over. Lydia took that one off the wall. "I'm gonna get blamed for this" she told herself. she tried not to giggle as she walked down the stairs. She made her way to the kitchen, dropping the photo in her hand. She didn't expect the demon to be sitting on her counter, in the open like he belonged in her house. "What are you doing" she whispered to him. Looking around to make sure no one was around. She looked down at the broken frame, bending down to delicately grab the photo from inside. Seeing that the picture wasn't ruin the damage was on the frame. "I was makin ya coffee, the way ya did at at reds place" he pointed to the machine. 

The mortal looked at him quickly. "What, what time is it" She shook her free hand in the air. Turning to place the photo on the counter beside the fridge. She walked over to the broom. "Doesn't matter I'm not allowed coffee, Delia will go off about personality disorders which has been proven wrong. And Dad will go off about stunting you growth and causing heart problems. Again proven to be wrong" she rambled as she swept up the mess. The demon smirked at her, watching her throw the shards away. "Stunt ya growth, has he seen ya. An ya everythin" he presented his hands, drawing out her body's outline with them. She tried not to smile, failing as she rolled her eyes. She put a hand on her hip "No because I'm his daughter and he sees me as a six year old, and before you say anything that's how a father should look at his kids. I'm done talking about this cause it will lead to a conversation filled with problematic points and I feel like you don't have the same guidelines on the subject" she put the broom away. 

The demon rolled his eyes, sliding off the counter. "Says the dame with a daddy kink" the woman threw the empty dust pan  at him. Her cheeks flaming red at the accusation. He stuck out his tongue as he chuckled. Defending himself from the object. "I don't you pervert" she spoke rather loudly. Looking out at the door way nervously. "Sure whateve'a ya say, rope bunny" he chuckled again watching the girl glare at him. "You just keeping a list over there old man" she insulted, becoming defensive. The demon reached into his jacket, pulling out a piece of beaten up paper. "Ahem, Delia's, kinks. Oops wrong list" he shoved it back in. Digging around to grabbed another piece of paper. "Ah, ahem Lydia's kinks there we go" the woman rolled her eyes at his antics. "Rope bunny, obvious. DD/LG, again obvious. Might cross into little space territory I don't know yet. A da da oh might be dominatrix, still haven't seen evidence of pain pleasure but here's hopin" he smiled at her.