How Ch. 4
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This chapter contains references to drug use and abuse hence the T rating so, if you don't like, don't read.
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I walked back to my room, with no sign of Beetlejuice in sight.
The clock on my night stand said it was ten minutes until eight, and I glared wishing for this date to be over with already.
"Yah know, red's my favorite color on yah Lyds" I heard as I put on my favorite red lipstick, I only wore for special occasions.
I rolled my eyes "Married in red better off dead…" I muttered under my breath. His manic laughter filled the room, and I couldn't help but chuckle too.
"I thought you were still gunna be some depressed snob when I came back. Never in a million years I think some kid like you'd make me laugh." He said appearing on my bed with his arms behind his head, smiling.
"I'm not a kid," I frowned "and no boots on my bed!"
"Compared to me, you're a kid." He lit a cigarette and smiled blowing smoke in the air, "Ahh the good life. Got everything I need right here"
"Oh really?" I said sarcastically
"Hell Yeah, I got … Smokes, Booze, A smokin' hot wife" He wriggled his eye brows "not to mention I'm outta that Hell Hole!"
Just then there was a honk of a car horn from outside. "Oh yeah, He's real classy Babes" he mumbled
"That's him, I gotta go. Listen; leave Adam and Barbara alone please." I reprimanded him
"Killjoy! What am I suppose ta do for fun?"
"Oh I don't know Beej, You're 'Juice' works for something right?" I asked sarcastically and laughing had to duck before a beer bottle hit my head.
"Smart Ass" He sneered and laughed disappearing.
I ran down stairs and ran into Adam. "Well someone seems happy?"
"Yeah to get this over with…"
"Lydia did you get rid of him?" Barbara yelled from the kitchen
"Not Yet"
She came around the corner, wringing her apron.
"I don't think he's as bad as you think he is."
"Honey, He's a conman. He only lets you see a part of him that you want to see."
"I don't want to do this right now okay? He's fine trust me." She hesitated "I'll be back before curfew. Love you guys" I said hugging her and kissing Adam's cheek before leaving.
The car horn went off again as I closed the front door behind me.
Dylan was standing outside of the car and what looked like two people in the back seat, who were honking the horn again.
"Hey, sorry I had to take care of something." I said awkwardly
"It's okay. You look amazing" He smiled "Sorry about those two" He motioned to the people in the back.
"It's okay" I said getting in the passenger side.
"Guys, this is Lydia. Lydia this is Blaine and Emily." They both laughing
I smiled and nodded as we started driving to the festival, and realized the car reeked of alcohol.
"So you're like gothic right?" Emily laughed
Dylan looked at her in the rear view mirror, and his jaw clenched.
"Dylan why didn't you just tell us the poor thing couldn't come out of her cave during the day." Blaine added.
We parked behind the park where the festival was being held, along with a few other cars near a huge Bon Fire.
Blaine and Emily got out first, and Dylan looked at me after they got out. "Don't listen to them, just have fun."
He got out of the car, and opened my door helping me out. I looked around and saw a lot of empty beer bottles.
Dylan introduced me to tons of people, and we walked up to a bunch of his friends.
"What about you McAlister?" A blonde guy in football jersey asked. "You want a hit?"
"Yeah" he answered sounding almost relieved.
He grabbed a bag from the blonde guy and made a line of the white powdery contents on the hood of his one of the cars.
Everyone started cheering, as Dylan snorted two lines, and smiled.
"Lydia you want some?"
I was baffled, I would've never have thought someone like him would be doing cocaine to loosen up.
"Um, no thanks" He just shrugged and started to talk to his buddies.
Just then there was a pull on my wrist, it was Emily, and she had friends; Friends who all could've past for Barbie Dolls.
"Come on Lydia, come hang out with the girls." She smiled
The girls were all hanging out talking about boys, and drinking wine coolers, that's when I saw a girl I knew from school, and detoured from Emily's group of friends.
"You not in to all this either?" I asked leaning against the same car she was.
"Not at all, Hey go to Miss Shannon's too, right?" She smiled
"Yeah, I'm Lydia"
"Angie" She said shaking my hand
We sat in silence just watching all the ciaos around us. "How'd you end up here?"
"See the redhead in the corner?" I nodded looking at a girl chugging a drink as her friends laughed. "That's my sister; don't want her dying or anything. Not like I had anything better to do." She laughed
"I'm being forced by my step-mom to go on a date with him" I said pointing out Dylan.
"Ouch" She said sarcastically
We observed the idiots in front of us for what seemed like hours, when Dylan walked over; he looked like a mess. "Hey, there you are"
"Lydia did I tell you, you look amazing" He slurred leading me away from my new found friend.
"Uh, yeah, are you okay?" I asked
He smiled smashing his lips onto mine, and pulling me towards him.
I pushed him away, and winced tasting all the alcohol he had, and trying not to gag. "No, Dylan I don't want this, okay?"
"Come on Lydia, loosen up. Relax" He kissed me again more forcefully, stumbling, and pushing me against a nearby tree and shoved his hand up my shirt.
I smacked the side of his head, and backed away from him. "I said stop!" I slapped him and instant anger appeared on his face.
"You little bitch!" He yelled. This was not the Dylan I knew, this was a monster.
This person made my poltergeist of a husband look loving and caring compared to this.
He punched me so hard I hit my head on the tree, and fell. My vision blurred for a second before I felt a vice grip on my arm pull me up. He got up in my face, showing his teeth in pure rage. "You're nothing but a gothic little freak." The words seething from his mouth "You like the dead so much, huh?" He grabbed my jaw forcing me to look at him. "Why don't you go join them?" He threw me down again this time into the mud, and stormed off.
I felt my back hit a rock and heard Angie run up to me.
"Are you okay? That jerk! Come on I need to take to the hospital, your nose is bleeding." She said helping me up.
"No, I'll be fine."
"You are not fine. He threw you …twice!" She led me to her car. "I'm at least taking you home."
I got in her car, and noticed my jeans were ripped, and I was covered in mud.
I told her where I lived, and we drove in silence.
"Isn't this the house they say is haunted?" She asked pulling up the gavel driveway
"Yeah…. It's not"
"Oh… well is someone here to help you?"
"Yeah my aunt and uncle are here."
"You don't have to help me…" I said watching her start to open her door.
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah, thanks for helping me out, and for the ride." I said holding my breath and stepping out onto the gravel.
"Okay, be careful , See you Monday" I waved as she drove off.
I looked up at the house trying to figure out what to say, when I saw black and white stripes in my window. Beetlejuice disappeared and boom of thunder was heard. He was mad. No, not made furious.
"Beetlejuice Beetlejuice Beetlejuice" I couldn't deal with him right now, I had to face the Maitland's first.
I entered the house, and suddenly fear rushed through my veins as explanations formed in my head.
I was covered in mud, knew I definitely had a black eye on my left eye, was completely sore, and had a throbbing headache.
I tried to hurry up the stairs but couldn't get up fast enough.
"Lydia, Honey is that you?" Barbara called
"Yeah" I said and even voice sounded pathetic.
She rounded the corner from the attic, just as I got up the last stair.
"Oh my God! Honey what happened to you?" She ran to me and hugged me before I could answer. "Adam, get out here!" She yelled
In a blur of gasps and hugs Adam and Barbara somehow got me to my room and sitting on my bed asking me what happened.
"He did this to you didn't he? Adam I told you we should've gone to Juno." Barbara said stroking my hand, as Adam paced.
"Wait. What? You think Beej did this?"
"Beej? You nicknamed him?" Adam asked
"He didn't do this. Dylan took me to some party instead of the festival, and got high and drunk, and tried to force himself on me…"
Adam's eyes grew even more furious.
"Did he…"
"No, I slapped him. He got mad and punched me, called me names, and stormed off. It's not a big deal."
"Not a big deal! Lydia he could've …"
Suddenly I heard, what sounded like fingernails on a chalkboard.
LET ME OUT NOW!
Was scratched in red on my mirror
"What is that?" My maternal ghost asked nervously.
"He's pissed; I put him back when I was in the driveway."
Adam looked at Barbara concern written all over both their faces.
I could feel worry almost radiating from the mirror, like it was really him.
"No" I said weakly to the mirror.
The mirror quickly changed to: WHAT DID HE DO TO YOU?''
"He knew where you were?"
"Yeah, He didn't like Dylan anyway but now…"
"He wants to protect you?" Barbara was confused
I couldn't let him see me like this…
"I'm going to go change, and then I'll explain. When I let him out don't fight him okay?"
The mirror started cracking around the frame.
They looked hesitant. "Please" Both nodded
I went to the bathroom, took a quick hot shower to get the mud off, and help my soreness. I put on my painters smock and shorts, and as I brushed my hair caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
I had a huge black eye that covered half of my left cheek, and a deep cut on my forehead. I had a huge bruise that wrapped around my entire arm and a bruise from my neck up to my jaw on the right side.
He was furious. I could feel it, somehow. Let me out Lyds! I could hear him yell in the back of my head.
"Lydia the mirror can't hold him much longer!" Adam called
"Okay!"
"Beetlejuice. Beetlejuice" I took one last look in the mirror. "Beetlejuice"
I heard a ripping sound come from my room. "Where is she?" His voice sounded deeper, more like a growl.
A silent response from my ghost parents, and the bathroom door was ripped from his hinged.
His face looked eerily similar to Dylan's that had I had seen earlier. I sank to sit on the fuzzy purple toilet seat cover.
He froze taking one look at me, his nostrils flared, and his fists clenched.
I felt tears form in my eyes. I never let anyone see me cry.
"I should've listened to you…" but he cut me off. Next thing I knew he was reaching for my chin.
He gently lifted my chin, taking in all the damage. "Why didn't you call me?" He asked sounding genuinely worried.
"It all happened so fast…"
"Did he…" He whispered through clenched teeth. His eyes meeting mine with a blank of expression.
"No" I bit back my tears when I saw something flash I his eyes. I made a chill run through me body.
"What are you going to do?" I asked as he turned and started to leave my bathroom, and stalked towards the balcony's French doors.
"I'm gunna kill him." He said with a sickening grin on his face.
"Beej, No" I tried to catch up, but the doors flew open, and lighting and thunder filled the air.
He laughed a maniacal laugh and floated into the air. His suit started to glow, and his hair stood even more on end. The lights started to flicker, and Barbara tried to pull back protectively.
"Lydia, don't" Barbara pleaded.
"Beetlejuice, I said No!" I said stopping In the middle of my room, glaring at the back of his jacket.
He stopped, and everything was back to normal, as he slowly landed on the floor.
"You know just as much as I do, that murder, is instant exorcism." I said "The ring, the marriage, it doesn't matter if you kill him. It'll be null and void. Juno will take you to the other side, and erase everything like it never happened."
I saw Adam turn to Barbara out of the corner of my eye, and shrug his shoulders.
Beej turned around and his eyes met mine. They were the most amazing glowing green color I had ever seen. "And even if you find a way back, I won't remember you."
His eyes fell to the floor. "Is that what you want?"
"No" he looked oddly like a child who had gotten in trouble. "Me either"
His eyes met mine, and small smirk appeared on his face.
"Why do you care so much?" Barbara interrupted
He rolled his eyes "If you read the whole damn handbook like Wifey over here, you wouldn't be asking me stupid questions."
I couldn't help but chuckle "Since I'm alive and he's not, the marriage isn't normal. We're literally bound 'til death do us part."
"Long Story short she's mine. Nobody touches what's mine." He grumbled impatiently
"She's not property" Adam said.
"Okay, can we talk about this later? I have a horrible head ache and I want to go to bed."
"He needs to go first…" Barbara said
"Don't worry Babs I'm outta here anyway." Beej said and disappear. My stomach sank…
My ghost parents finally left; reassuring me they were right around the corner, if I needed them.
I had a chill rush over me in fear, fear of being alone.
"Don't worry I'm right here, Babes" I heard him whisper, and felt his arm wrap around my waist. He made me feel safe.
"Without being weird, can you stay here tonight?"
Without saying anything he, took of his boots, and pulled me close to him. I felt strangely comfortable in a dead man's arms. Was I falling for him?
"I'm not gunna let anything happen to you Babes." He gently kissed my forehead, and I closed my eyes, my cheeks flushed a bit.
"I swear Lyds, You tell anybody about this…"
"I won't" I laughed
"Better not." He laughed too.
And with that I drifted off to sleep.