CHELSEA

CHAPTER 2

I plopped down on my bed exhausted, after a hectic day with the devil and the little witch Mitchell.

Surprisingly, she hasn't mentioned a thing about the whole humiliating event I had to go through the night before.

It feels quite unusual thinking of it.

Why would Mitchell not mention anything....

I sighed, reaching for my phone on the lamp stand beside me.

I hadn't gone through my phone since Josh...

Oh no! There she goes again...

My subconscious rolled her eyes.

I had always wondered if she was part of me, or just someone playing mind games with me.

A lot of strange occurrences had happened to me over the years that she seemed pretty normal to me.

Because I'm normal you dumb head...

I chuckled at her witty remarks while going through my message box on my phone.

Josh had sent myriads of messages but  I hadn't had the guts to open any of them.

I fear I might run back into his arms after everything he did.

I fear I might forgive him after listening to his flimsy excuses and yearn for his lush lips on mine.

I stared into space, massaging my lips with my index finger while reminiscing how good he makes me feel.

His lips were magical, lush, supple with a taste of vanilla mixed with mint in a very weird but heavenly way.

I could here my subconscious snapping her fingers to snap me out of my reveries.

She wouldn't understand how strange and wet josh makes me feel.

Uh-oh! .....wet?

I jumped after hearing my subconscious say the word wet.

I hadn't realized I had said that out loud in my head.

She let out a hearty laugh.

A strange message popped up on my notification feed.

Hi Chelsea, you look nice in that pink bra ;)

I looked down at my chest.

Oh my f*****g god!

I was really putting on a pink bra.

I peered through the window to see if I could see anybody outside.

Just draw the damn curtain Chelsea...

My subconscious yelled.

Out of reflex, my hands obeyed.

My phone chimed once.

Another message?

It chimed again.

I reached for my phone shakily.

Goose bumps filled my body.

Wouldn't you like to pull down that dull gray pants and show me some of 'em nice ass ;)

I quickly scrolled up to view the other message.

Darling ...

You shouldn't have drawn those nice curtains, I can still see you....

My phone dropped.

I looked around my room frantically before bolting through the door.

I ran down the stairs, screaming.

Aunt Tilda, Mitchell and Grace, the housekeeper rushed out from different directions.

“For f**ks sake little witch,” Mitchell glared. “Can't I have a little peace in this house.” she rolled her eyes placing her arms akimbo.

Aunt Tilda glowered in the dimly lit room. Her ebony hair folded awkwardly over her slender head and her green eyes held venom. She was eerily mute as she crossed her arms over her chest. Her intimidating demeanor shook me to my bones.

I froze as my eyes locked with hers. I didn't even notice that had held my breath until I wheezed uncontrollably.

Grace the housekeeper, rushed to get me a glass of water. I had noticed the lines of worry creased into her forehead. She came back shortly, after I had stood awkwardly racking my head for an excuse concerning my screams.

I gulped down the water at a go. I really need that to cool off the burning sensation stuck in my throat. I fiddled with the tumbler nervously and shivered strangely the stuffy room.

Aunt Tilda's voice stopped me in my obviously nervous act.

“What were the screams about you runt.” she squinted her eyes like a bird of prey, her plastic nose crooked in an awkward way altering her supposed doll look.

“ I....I.....” My breaths became shallow while I stuttered. Aunt Tilda strode over to where I was standing and gave me a painful thunderous slap across my face. My ears rang in a high pitched  tone.

I winced and placed my fingers on my face as tears tumbled down my red streaked cheeks. She looked over to me and spat out a thick green mucus on me before hissing like a revengeful snake.

Then she left.

A bile rose to my throat. I felt disgusted.

My subconscious vowed to get back at the evil witch.

Mitchell scrunched her nose in disgust. Her eyes mocked my very existence.

She bent a little closely to my ears. Her hoarse voice fanned my neck hotly.

“I hope josh told you how my best friend had rocked his world last night....” she hesitated as if waiting for my response but continued anyways.

My heart shattered once again.

“... and oh! Before I forget...mother already knows about your whoring spree with everyone in the neighborhood.” she giggled.

She sauntered towards her room but stopped halfway and turned to face me. Her eyes twinkled with mischief.

“The thing is...” she faked concern. “You might be a little famous now.” she finished with an hysterical laugh before turning to leave.

At this point my head spun as I searched for something to support myself while my legs gave way. My vision got blurred while I gasp for air to calm my panic attacks.

Grace who had stood there silently all these while rushed to my side. My nose caught a whiff of  an awful smell like a decaying meat but it quickly passed.

She patted my back and tried to snap me out of the darkness I was plunging into. She gestured for me to have a seat while she held up a strange liquid to my lips.

It was odorless.

I was skeptical at first but her sweet voice assured me to go on.

I took a sip and a very sweet vanilla-mint taste greeted my tongue.

Within a minute, I gulped it all. Instantly, my spinning head stopped and my vision cleared.

I looked up at her and gave her a smile and she returned it with a sweet  one.

Grace was very good with herbs but what I couldn't understand is why she  stuck with the Du bois. They don't even pay her well the way she deserves.

My heart ached for her.

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I looked up at the older woman while she tucked me to sleep. She was the only nice person in this house and I was grateful for that.

“Grace..” I called.

“Hmm?” she replied.

“Could you please draw the curtains?”

“Sure...” she walked over to the window and drew the curtains.

I wanted to feel safe tonight after the strange messages I received. I looked around my room frantically.

“It's gonna be okay.” she assured me after watching me intently then gave me a friendly squeeze on my arm.

I gave her a small smile and nodded.

“Goodnight Chelsea, see you tomorrow. ” she gave me a peck on my forehead.

My nose caught a whiff of that same awful smell. This time it was ten times stronger.

“I wonder why she smells like that... ” I told my subconscious.

I was greeted with silence. In fact  she hadn't spoken to me for some minutes now that I noticed.

“That's odd. ” I thought before drifting  into a deep sleep.

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I found myself  rooted to the spot before a white bungalow house on my street.

I took small steps as if summoned by an invincible force, the golden curse on my neck heated up and glowed against my skin. It rattled and shook but I still went ahead into the house.

The house was in a typical american style, the fireplace was lit and flames flickered in the dark. I could here faint pleading in the next room. I walked down the hallway and stopped before the door where the voice emanated from.

I turned the doorknob and goosebumps filled my skin. The sight before me made me sick to the bones, fear gripped me instantly.

My heart was beating fast.