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It Had Better Be-
Chapter 7- Selling X-rated Videos
"It's a miracle he even survived Mrs St Matthew James. He's lucky enough to have such a strong back. Can you think of any way this could have happened?"
"I… uh… I honestly cannot really… I just… I can't believe this has happened, I- I don't know howit happened… m- my son!"
"You won't be involving the children's services will you?"
"Oh of course not! I don't believe that anyof you, or any human at that, could have caused such damage to the poor boy- his injuries are simply too severe, and from what your neighbours have said, nothing seems to indicate any abuse. I guess we'll just have to wait 'till he wakes to hear what happened won't we?"
A door closed after some loud clicking footfalls.
"Do you think he'll wake up soon?"
"Yeah, course he will! He's not in a coma or anything."
"Yeah…"
Someone silently moved closer to my right hand side. A soft, light hand placed itself gently on my upper arm. She, as I had established she was a girl, smelt sweet, her breath slow and calming. The kind of calming I find with only one woman.
"Josefina," I whispered, my voice cracked and stuttered. Josefina moved closer and brushed her full lips on my forehead, kissing it lightly and quickly,
"Jesse, don't talk," She replied in the same low volume. "You need rest, go back to sleep before madre starts to overreact."
"Jesse!" Madre's voice was sharp and painful to my ears, "My sweetheart! My darling!" She practically jumped onto the bed I was on in an attempt to hug and kiss me. I tried to shove her away- not because I was embarrassed, but because every single bone, muscle, sinew and nerve pleaded for rest. I was in unbearable pain and it felt like someone had ripped off my left arm.
"Madre," I choked out, still whispering, "Madre please, I cannot breathe!"
She quickly jumped off of me, allowing my alveoli to fill up with oxygen once more. My mother had tears in her eyes, and she was smiling. She opened her mouth but was cut off.
Both Isabelle and Kara had promptly pushed her out of the private room before closing the door together and turning towards me, identical frowns set stubbornly on each face, arms crossed and in unison they said,
"Mr. Hector Eduardo De Silva, you idiotic, selfish little homewrecker!" My mouth had opened, appalled by what I was hearing- did they think I had purposefully ruined the wall?
"W-wha-?"
"We reckon you messed up our house with one of those stupid experiments of yours." Just as I was about to give them an indignant reply, I saw the cheeky smirks that they were failing to hide.
Then they burst out laughing, me trying to laugh, my ribs aching too much to really do anything other than smile weakly.
"We're glad your awake Jesse-poo!" They both fell onto the floor in fresh peels of laughter.
"What did you just call me? Jesse-poo?" I asked fearing for their sanity, "Don't ever call me Jesse-poo, where the hell did you get that idea from anyway?"
Just then, a picture of perfection walked through my door. Her long hair straight, her face flawless, her eyes brilliant.
Well, if your idea of perfection was a Barbie doll then come meet Kelly please.
"Jesse-poo!"Great, "honey! How are you feeling?" Her voice was sickly sweet, so fake.
Just like the rest of her.
She sat on my right, my sisters all quickly vacated the room, Mercedes and Marta both frowning in confusion at each other before hurrying out.
Kelly was caressing me, stroking my hair, her overly long, manicured nails scratching and biting into me ever so often. After I told her I was fine and attempted a smile that instead probably looked something in between a nervous fit and a terrified half smile, she pouted, trying to make her lips look as full as my sisters probably. Her lip gloss was blindingly bright.
Just like those godforsaken flowers.
I sat in silence as Kelly gave me a description of her day. It mainly consisting of buying clothes, getting manicured, a hair cut and styled and going to the gym. She went into detail about her conversation with Debbi Munsco, apparently one of her best friends that she quickly assured me was actually a back stabbing bitch.
I even had to listen to how painful it was for her to have her nails filed; she simply couldn't bear to part with her long nails apparently. She even told me that her short (HA!) nails were no use at all anymore, so she was going for extensions.
Yeah, go for it Kelly, just don't come near me with those talons of yours.
Listen to me. I sound almost as bad as Adam.
But then again I would nevertreat a girl like he treated Susannah.
Ten long, slow minuets passed before Marta walked into my room confidently, stopping only a millisecond to knock briefly.
"Jesse, the doctor wants to see you now- Hey Kelly, maybe you could come visit later? When Jesse hasn't only just woken up?" Her voice was commanding and I felt such gratitude towards her. My sister winked at me, not even trying to disguise her tone of disapproval at Kelly.
Honestly, Marta was so confident, she could run for president and she'd probably tell anyone who didn't like it to shut up.
Not that anyone wouldn't like Marta as President.
Anyway, Kelly's mouth seemed to form another, bigger, pout. She stood up, making a fuss of her very short sunshine yellow skirt and straightening her white halter top. Then, making as much sound as she could, she bounced out of the room.
My head still felt like it was spinning.
Marta was glaring at Kelly, looking at her with hatred. I smiled, mostly to myself, waiting for Marta to start speaking. She came next to me and sat cross legged on the floor, but since she was so tall, her head was still level with my upper arm. Her honey brown eyes that looked almost amber when they were in sunlight, were staring at me, then her face spread into a wide grin.
"So, you gonna tell me why you're cheating on Suze?" She asked, she was laughing at me with her eyes.
"W-um-y-you-I-I'm sorry what?" I really do have to stop stuttering don't I?
"I said, De Silva, why are you cheating on Suze, and with someone as shallow as Kelly no less!"
Her tone was disapproving yet I could still hear the concealed laughter, echoing off every word she spoke. "I am notcheatin- wait, Marta what are you talking about? I'm not even seeing Susannah!"
"Hmm, sure." Her giggle could obviously not be held back any longer, "Jesse luuurves Susannah! Jesse and Susannah sitting in a-"
The door burst open-
"Jesse luuurves Su-u-uze! Yeah, we totally knew that, didn't we? Jesse and Susannah, sitting in a tree, doing something they shouldn't be! First comes the S, last comes the X-"
"Isabelle! Kara! I would have thought better of you!" My mothers voice scolded. I could feel myself getting hot, but I couldn't say anything, my throat was too dry. "Girls," she continued, "you should never use that word! It's an adult word!"
"We didn't," they argued, "We were about to say selling x-rated videos, honestly madre! You have a dirty mind!" The twins were close to tears from laughing,
"How- Girls! How dareyou! No ice-creams for a month! Both of you!" then she stomped out, Isabelle and Kara running after her saying sorry over and over again.
"Jesse," Marta said, "At least if you aren't 'seeing' Suze, you sure as hell have a massive crush. Your face was beetroot red." She added, answering my unasked question.
Dios, did I like her?
"So, you don't remember anythingabout what happened?" Her plain brown eyes looked above their spectacles. A few strands of limp brown hair fell forward as her head leaned closer, unbelievingly.
Dios forgive me for lying. Please.
"No ma'am, I'm sorry, all I can remember is going to my room, and playing a song on guitar, then I was on the floor and in pain, that's all I know." Sure it is, if I leave out the part where a ghost got mad at me. Ghosts hardly ever get med at me.
"Right. Ok, well, you probably just forgot what happened when you slammed your head against the wall. Your collar bone should heal up in a few weeks; come in for new stitches for that gash on the back of your head once a week, we could probably check your back at your appointments as well. Just in case we missed anything. Otherwise, if any bandages come off the cuts on your arm, just make sure you put fresh ones on after applying antiseptic cream. Got all that?"
Of course I did! I was loving this! I was going to be my own nurse!
Or doctor.
Wait till you finish school before you fantasize De Silva.
It was two weeks ago when I had first woken up from my little adventure. Darren hadn't visited me since. Well not while I was awake at least. He definitely visited me at night. When I was asleep. To leave me alarming notes. I memorised them so that I could bin them. I mean, what would madre say if she read notes like:
'I'm going to get you Hector, and you better watch out when I do, because I'll be sure to take away everything you have!'
That was the first note. Not really threatening right? Well over the last fortnight, Darren's imaginations seems to have grown more gruesome. On my fourth night, Darren wrote:
'When your all well and recovered, I'm going to come with my special little knife that I've reserved just for you, and I'm going to dissect you, just like you dissect those frogs. First I'll make the incision, break your skin slowly with the point. Then I will place one of my hands into you and find your guts. Then I'm going to drag them out. Slowly. And I'll make sure they're watching. Anyone who cares about you will be watching. Anyone you speak to will watch me kill you. So you know what it's like to be dead.
I'm waiting… get well soon.'
Now, however calm I may be at the moment, I have to say, when I read that, my hands were shaking, my blood ran cold, I was paler than Darren himself.
I never knew Darren could be so sick.
About three times, when I went into the shower, he left me a post-it note on the mirror, normally saying something like, 'watch your step, wouldn't want to slip would we?' and, probably a lot more alarming, 'I'm going to use your tooth brush to dig out your brains from your nostrils.'
Yeah, I was sick after I read that. I have never been through something as nerve wracking as this before. I mean sure, when Padre died, that was pretty awful, but he came back. And I was quite scared Alex would leave Madre at the alter. But he didn't. I'm pretty sure Darren wouldn't mind doing all those things that he mentioned. I mean, twenty-five years or whatever can do some very strange things to the mind.
To take my mind off… certain problems, I had a considerable amount of visitors other than my family, considering I had only been in Carmel just over a month.
Adam, for one, had come. His visit was focussed on how it would be a shame I wasn't trying out for the team. He abruptly left after he saw a nurse, and I quote, "dude, I have to follow that chick, she has the best ass ever!"
Other than the fact that his sentence was degrading to women, especially the use of the word, "chick", Adam made my blood boil and grow hot with anger. He was probably cheating on Susannah, and she didn't know it. He was such a disgusting (and might I add, boring) individual, I had no idea why all the women at the Mission liked him. He didn't act anything remotely like a gentleman.
One of my more enjoyable visitors were Susannah and her step brothers, David, I had already met, Brad, who seemed a lot like Adam, and Jake, who judging from his symptoms, was suffering of severe fatigue.
Susannah argued he was a 'pot head'.
I felt myself fill with disappointment when I saw Susannah's step brothers behind her, making their way to my room. Susannah kept making jokes about me, from my injuries to the rumours that Kelly and I were a couple. In fact, the first thing she said to me was "Jesse-poo!" that part I didn't enjoy at all. She redeemed herself quite well by hugging me.
Shut up De Silva. You're becoming worse that Adam.
Josefina seemed to be spending a lot of time in my room. Even when I wanted to go to sleep, she would sit beside me, reading. Once I woke up, hardly opening my eyes, and I could have sworn that I saw Josefina rummaging through my bin. But the next second I sat up properly and she was reading her ever-long book once more.
Isabelle and Kara took several pictures of me with make-up on. I hadn't willingly let them. Honestly! I was asleep, and I woke to several flashes from the camera. They had used makeup to make me look like a clown. Literally. Or maybe I looked more like a transvestite. Whichever will amuse you, since I am now officially disabled. Not severely! And it isn't permanent, just for a few weeks till I heal.
A few weeks till I'm hunted down.
And killed. Nombre de Dios.
Again, it seems like a really pointless chapter, but a lot of it is needed for you lovely readers (and reviewers hopefully) to understand the story that I've made in that crazy cranium of mine.
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