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something where we're not getting random texts to fulfill sexual directives from a third party?"
I slowed my steps, hating that she was right. All I cared about was being with her, it didn 't matter what, how, or why, just so that was the outcome. Was it really a crime that she wanted to focus on winning? To help her grandmother?
A selfish feeling took over me until I couldn 't walk. I turned and looked at her. God, I should be helping her instead of only thinking of ways to suck her into my soul before another second passed. "You'll date me after?"
She gave a small smile. "I think I can manage that."
I looked all around me, nodding. "It's a fucking deal, love."
She hopped out the car and jumped on my waist, squealing. "Thank you, thank you, thank you."
I held her close to me, inhaling her, already regretting my resolve to not devour her into my soul every chance I got. But to not feel how I felt was just not possible. I'd have to fucking do it. For her. Suffer silently until this miserable competition was over. Then there would be no legitimate reasons for her to hide behind.
Chapter Eight
" I don't like the looks of this place." Fucking horror movie shack in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by fields. Alabama fields. The sun dipped below the western horizon, signaling the end of our second full day of dominating demons. Looking at our surroundings, I had no doubt there was a very real demon here that needed dominating. "Maybe you should tell us exactly what happened between you and this Mr. Sennat."
Steve killed the engine and rolled the panel down between us and turned in his seat. "I agree. I mean, what are we walking into here?"
Tara stared at the rundown two-story house, chewing her thumbnail. She shook both her hands then put her fist to her forehead. "Okay." She shot out several calming breaths and did a rushed synopsis. "I was seven, second grade and we picked at him. He was a janitor at our school. Well, I hid in the janitor's closet to play a joke on him and scare him, but I fell asleep instead and he never saw me and locked the door. Well I just know that I screamed a long time to get out and I used the bathroom on myself and when they finally opened the door, I was crying scared. And he got in big trouble."
I looked at Tara. "What kind of big trouble?"
She shook her hands again. "He was fired. Ruined the family business reputation."
I shook my head, not really getting that part. "Why?"
" Well…see, that's the thing. They kept asking me if he locked me in there. I thought he had, but really, I didn't know. I think they wanted to believe the worst? And so it was all over the papers. They wanted my Gramma to press charges but I begged her not to. It still ruined his business, we had a small town. And then…" she tapped her fist on her forehead a few times, "then five years later, he lost his son in a car wreck. And two years after that, his wife left him. He became a drunk. I quit following his life when I couldn't…couldn't stomach it."
" So wait. What was the therapy for?"
She jerked to me with wide incredulous eyes. "The guilt! My God, I ruined that man! I ruined his life! " She rocked back and forth a little and I couldn't help be amazed that she would care so much about another person.
" So…" Steve whispered. "Worst case scenario—"
" Is he'll want to kill me!" Tara hissed. "And I wouldn't blame him. Only I don't really want to die! Right now."
" He's not going to kill you, sweetheart. Not for that, you were a child. The question is, what do you need to do to dominate this? What does the audience want?"
" Who knows?" she cried. "My blood ! My tears! I am not a-a-crier, a-a bleeder, that is not me!" She sliced her hand in the air emphatically before going back to biting her thumbnail.
" Okay well. I would think they'd want you to make it right for one," I said.
" Oh my God, how?" she squealed.
Steve shot her a pointer finger. "Start with 'I'm sorry' . That always helps." He nodded
I slowed my steps, hating that she was right. All I cared about was being with her, it didn 't matter what, how, or why, just so that was the outcome. Was it really a crime that she wanted to focus on winning? To help her grandmother?
A selfish feeling took over me until I couldn 't walk. I turned and looked at her. God, I should be helping her instead of only thinking of ways to suck her into my soul before another second passed. "You'll date me after?"
She gave a small smile. "I think I can manage that."
I looked all around me, nodding. "It's a fucking deal, love."
She hopped out the car and jumped on my waist, squealing. "Thank you, thank you, thank you."
I held her close to me, inhaling her, already regretting my resolve to not devour her into my soul every chance I got. But to not feel how I felt was just not possible. I'd have to fucking do it. For her. Suffer silently until this miserable competition was over. Then there would be no legitimate reasons for her to hide behind.
Chapter Eight
" I don't like the looks of this place." Fucking horror movie shack in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by fields. Alabama fields. The sun dipped below the western horizon, signaling the end of our second full day of dominating demons. Looking at our surroundings, I had no doubt there was a very real demon here that needed dominating. "Maybe you should tell us exactly what happened between you and this Mr. Sennat."
Steve killed the engine and rolled the panel down between us and turned in his seat. "I agree. I mean, what are we walking into here?"
Tara stared at the rundown two-story house, chewing her thumbnail. She shook both her hands then put her fist to her forehead. "Okay." She shot out several calming breaths and did a rushed synopsis. "I was seven, second grade and we picked at him. He was a janitor at our school. Well, I hid in the janitor's closet to play a joke on him and scare him, but I fell asleep instead and he never saw me and locked the door. Well I just know that I screamed a long time to get out and I used the bathroom on myself and when they finally opened the door, I was crying scared. And he got in big trouble."
I looked at Tara. "What kind of big trouble?"
She shook her hands again. "He was fired. Ruined the family business reputation."
I shook my head, not really getting that part. "Why?"
" Well…see, that's the thing. They kept asking me if he locked me in there. I thought he had, but really, I didn't know. I think they wanted to believe the worst? And so it was all over the papers. They wanted my Gramma to press charges but I begged her not to. It still ruined his business, we had a small town. And then…" she tapped her fist on her forehead a few times, "then five years later, he lost his son in a car wreck. And two years after that, his wife left him. He became a drunk. I quit following his life when I couldn't…couldn't stomach it."
" So wait. What was the therapy for?"
She jerked to me with wide incredulous eyes. "The guilt! My God, I ruined that man! I ruined his life! " She rocked back and forth a little and I couldn't help be amazed that she would care so much about another person.
" So…" Steve whispered. "Worst case scenario—"
" Is he'll want to kill me!" Tara hissed. "And I wouldn't blame him. Only I don't really want to die! Right now."
" He's not going to kill you, sweetheart. Not for that, you were a child. The question is, what do you need to do to dominate this? What does the audience want?"
" Who knows?" she cried. "My blood ! My tears! I am not a-a-crier, a-a bleeder, that is not me!" She sliced her hand in the air emphatically before going back to biting her thumbnail.
" Okay well. I would think they'd want you to make it right for one," I said.
" Oh my God, how?" she squealed.
Steve shot her a pointer finger. "Start with 'I'm sorry' . That always helps." He nodded
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