How ch. 8
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Lydia's dream/memory POV:
I spent the rest of that afternoon trying to make myself busy, to make up for the strange loneliness that I started to feel. I stayed to myself, but kept an eye on my father, who was confined to bed rest, for the next week. Delia had come home and said everything was handled with the McAlister's before going to bed.
I waited for hours, painting, and sketching to pass the time. The last thing I remembered was lying on the floor with my sketch pad, and colored pencils trying to pick something to draw. I kept fighting the sleep, until finally my eyes closed, and his words from earlier repeated in my head.
"I'll be back probably late, don't wait up."
I barely remembered being carefully carried to my bed in the wee hours of the morning, and curling up to a certain ghost's chest. I heard his gravely chuckle floating somewhere in my dreams, and felt a small smile fall on my face, before finally falling back to sleep.
"Lyds… Babes, come on wake up."
I slowly opened my eyes to the sun shining blindingly through my curtains. My hands searched the sheets around me trying to find him.
Nothing
I sat up squinting, "Beej?"
On my night stand I saw a single dark purple rose, my favorite. It was identical to some I had only seen in a boutique in New York.
"You like it?" He asked leaning proudly against the frame of the bathroom door.
I couldn't help but smile "Yeah"
He disappeared, and showed up on the bed inches from me."Mornin'" He handed me my "Mrs. Juice mug filled with hot coffee.
"Morning" I nodded
He leaned in to kiss me, but I pulled away. "Where were you?"
"Out" He smirked trying again, but I dodge it, and his forehead landed on my shoulder, as he let out a frustrated sigh.
"Out Where?" I was getting concerned about why he wouldn't tell me.
He finally looked up at me frustrated. "You'll see later." He glared looking straight into my eyes. His eyebrows furrowed and he looked at me questioningly before grasping my chin, and kissing me.
Before I could get to absorbed in the feeling of his lips I pulled slightly away.
"I told Dad" I blurted, my eyes still closed, and the feeling butterflies soaring through my stomach.
He stopped and pulled away. "You went to see him? By yourself?" a flash of worry and anger flashed in his eyes.
"No! He's home, he's downstairs."
"Oh," He relaxed a little before smirking evilly "Well, what'd ol' Chucky have to say?"
"He was okay with it actually."
Beej just looked at me skeptically
"Well, it scared him at first. Barbara and Adam kind of convinced him that it was a good thing."
"Adam and Babs, huh? Never woulda seen that coming." He sat thinking things over.
"Yeah well, we still haven't told Delia. I don't really want her finding a reason to change Dad's mind."
He juiced himself a cold beer, and flicked the bottle cap off. He toasted it to me, as I got up.
"Looks like a pretty good day all around, huh Babes?" He smirked leaning back against the headboard.
"Yeah"
I walked over to 'his side' of my bed, and knelt on the mattress to get close to him.
I kissed him slowly, and I could've sworn I heard a soft, grunt like moan come from him. "By the way, Happy Anniversary" I smiled, against his lips. My brown eyes met his still opened beautiful green ones, and they seemed to glow for a split second.
I quickly turned and headed to the bathroom to take a shower, Beetlejuice howling, and laughing maniacally behind me.
I had picked out my outfit the night before, and it hung behind my bathroom door. Other than my wedding dress, it was the only other red article of clothing I owned.
It was a low cut red sweater that I wore with black jeans, I styled my hair down remembering what he had said in the mirror the other day. "Come on Lyds we ain't got all day!"
I quickly threw on my red lipstick, and opened the door.
He looked up, and didn't stop staring.
I smiled "You like it?"
He nodded. He got up, and just kept staring as he walked towards me. His eyes finally made their way to my chest.
"Beej"
"mhmm"
"I'm up here" I pointed to my eyes.
"I know"
I smacked him lightly on the arm.
"They should be admired Lyds." He finally met my eyes, and smirked at me, furrowing his eyebrows "Better me than someone else."
"You're crazy"
"Always have been…." He took my hand in his and smiled. "C'mon I wanna take you somewhere."
"Okay"
He led me to my closet, and stopped when we were inside.
"You're taking me to my closet? What? Are you trying to 'Seven Minutes in Heaven' me or something?"
"Should I know what that is?" He asked moving coat hanger to one side of the closet, to reveal the back wall.
"It's a game." I said nonchalantly before I realized there was no back wall, there was a door.
He reached for the handle, and stopped.
"You trust me?" He smirked raising a brow.
"Absolutely" I smiled, and he chuckled.
"Just don't let go of me, okay Babes?" I nodded.
I clung to his arm, as he led me through the now green glowing opened door.
Inside was a huge mansion. It had vaulted ceilings, huge stair cases, and marble floors.
"Oh my god" I said looking around. It was beautiful.
"Come on" He said leading me past what looked like a huge living room.
We entered a bedroom, roughly the size of our entire first floor, that was completely done in different shades of red, and purple.
A king sized bed, with pale purple sheets, and deep plum, crushed velvet pillows.
Every detail was perfect like something I could only have dreamed of.
Before I could get to distracted by the bed room, he pulled me down a few stairs, to an enormous basement like room.
"You can let go now." He laughed
"Oh sorry" He let go of me, and walked to the other side of the room. There were several big shapes covered with black tarps.
One by one he pulled tarps off, and revealed huge blank canvases, carts filled with inks, and paints of all colors. The last tarp was pinned to the wall. Underneath was a black door, with a small sign on it. It read:
"Lydia's Dark Room"
He just stood back proudly, with his arms crossed over his chest.
After a few moments of silence, he focused my thoughts back on the present situation.
"You like it?" His smile was starting to fall
"I…I'm not sure, I get it…"
"It's our house, Babes…"
"It's our house. It's huge!"
"Well, People can only handle so much of me at one time. I made it so we ain't breathin' down each other's neck and shit like that." He started to look disappointed.
"You made this" I asked walking towards him.
"Yeah, but if you don't like it…"
"It's amazing, Beej" I smiled taking his hand again.
He sighed relieved.
"How about you show me everything?" I asked smiling
"Okay, Yeah" He said trying to sound tough and macho again, I couldn't help but laugh.
He showed me every square inch of our house, 'Our house'. That sounded so weird. He had only been back four days, if that… and we were living together, sleeping in the same bed.
I somehow ended up sitting on the enormous bed, bare foot, talking to him.
"So where exactly are we?" He was laying on his back his head on my knee.
"My turf" He smirked even with his eyes closed.
"Your turf ... As in we're on 'the other side?'"
"Yup"
"Beej, I can't be here I'm a breather!"
"Babes chill out! As long as you're with me it's fine. And don't call yourself a breather, only the dead call people 'breathers'."
"Sorry" We sat in silence for a minute, "Beej can I ask you something."
"Anything you want Darlin'"
"Are we… I don't know, moving too fast?"
He sat up laughing, "You worry too much"
"I'm sorry, I just I don't if I'm doing this right or…"
"Lyds, you have to quit over thinking everything. We move at your pace, I'm not gunna make you do anything you don't want."
I looked down and mentally scolded myself for worrying.
"I'm not him, Babes."
"I know."
"Okay, enough with this emotional sh-stuff."
I couldn't help but laugh.
"You are gunna go in that studio, and I want you paint, and spill stuff, and have fun, alright?"
"I think I can do that"
We ended up spending the whole day, in my new studio, in our house.
A radio had appeared out nowhere and was blasting loud music. I had painted normally when Beetlejuice scooped a handful of red paint and threw it on my canvas.
My jaw dropped, and he floated into the air, doubled over laughing.
I scooped my own handful of green paint, and threw it. It hit him right in the face, and he glared at me with a smirk on his face.
We had a paint fight, and it was amazing. I hadn't laughed so hard in my life.
I ended up lying on the floor next to him. Both of us were covered in green, blue, red, purple and every color in between, and I couldn't wipe the stupid smile off of my face.
He sat up next to me, and cleaned off the face of one of his watches.
"It's already seven you're time, Lyds"
"Oh my god, Dad's probably freaking out! I didn't leave them a note or anything."
"Well, come on before I get a speech for Babs"
He snapped and the paint was gone, I got up, and started to walk towards the door, when I almost fell.
"Whoa! You okay?" He caught me, and held me up.
"Just got up to fast, I guess" I tried to stand up again but my legs gave out and he had to catch me again.
"You don't look so good, Babes. C'mon" He lifted me bridal style
"Beej No"
"Lyds you can't even walk to the next room…"
I let him carry me, closing my eyes, and leaning against his chest. Everything around us seemed to be spinning, and it was getting harder to breathe.
We ended up in my room, where he sat me on the bed.
"Lyds…Hey stay with me okay?" I tried to stay awake, but I felt so tired.
"Adam, Babs!" Beej yelled he knelt on the floor and sat me wrapped his arms around me to keep me sitting up.
Adam and Barbara burst through the door.
"Where have been? We've been worried sick!" Adam asked
"Lydia, Honey what's wrong?" She asked panicked
"I don't know…" I tried saying but I came out as a puny whisper.
"Beetlejuice what did you do?" Adam asked
"He didn't do anything…"
Beej glared at Adam, and took my hand in his before pulling it way, wincing, and letting out a slou of curse words, he had never used in front of me.
"Shit, they don't know what they're doing!" He growled
"What happened?" Barbara asked
"They're trying to exorcise me, and since Lyds and I are married it excorcises her too!"
"I told you Otho being here wasn't a good thing, Adam!"
"But she's still alive, they'll kill her!"
Before I knew it Beej's hand were glowing, and he yanked my wedding ring off, and flung it across the room.
I instantly felt better.
"What did you do?" I asked him
"The ring's what links me to you. If it's not on it can't hurt you…"
"So what, you're gunna exorcised ? They can't do that!" I panicked and stormed out of the room.
"Lydia Wait!" Barbara started to come after me, but Beej appeared between us at the top of the stairs.
"Adam, Babs, I need you to stay up here, so you don't get into this."
I ran down the stairs, and saw Delia, Otho, and some blonde skinny woman with huge glasses. They were sitting around the table holding hands, and the table was covered in candles.
"What the Hell are you doing?" I yelled at them, mainly Delia.
"Lydia, where have you been. We've been worried sick…" Delia saw Beetlejuice over my shoulder, and glared. "You! What did you do to her you bastard!"
"Delia, What's going on?" Dad asked coming out of his room.
"He didn't do anything to me!"
"Lydia, why are you covering for him? He beat you up, and threatened Dylan!" My red headed step mother glared at my husband.
Otho by this time had coward in the corner after seeing Beetlejuice.
"What are you talking about Delia?" Dad asked leaning against the couch.
"I talked to the McAlister's yesterday, and Dylan was visibly shaken. Susan said when he got home he told them when he got here Lydia was trying to get away from him" She said pointing at Beej "He said she came running out of the house covered in bruises, and when Dylan tried to stand up for her he threatened him, and flung him fifty feet in the air!"
"What!" I yelled
"So, you're gunna take some punk ass kid's story over your own step daughter's?" Beej growled
"Oh don't you dare! I am protecting her from you …you…"
"Watch it" He snarled and I noticed the black around his eyes was getting deeper, and his cheeks started to sink in, but his eyes were determined as ever.
"This is incredible!" the blonde woman squealed jotting down notes in a notebook.
"Delia, why didn't you ask me before you flew out Otho!" Dad yelled
"Charles, you saw those bruises. And you know how he was the first time! Why are allowing this!"
"Because we're married okay!" I yelled
It had started to thunder and lighting outside.
"What?" Delia stood in shock
Beetlejuice took a few steps closer to Delia getting dangerously close, and she nervously took a step back.
"You almost killed her with all this. This just proves how much you're really worried about her safety. Face you want that little ass hole's parents buy your art, and make you a star. Even if that means cover the fact, that, that little shit almost had his hands all over her."
"Beej" I said pulling on his sleeve
I heard the woman at the table mutter a few words from the enormous book on the table, and a Beej double over, like he was punched in the gut.
"Beej!"
"I'm fine!" He said wincing, and standing back up
"You are not fine. What can I do? I could c..call Juno!"
"She can't do anything, Lyds" He looked at me defeated.
"What, so you're gunna die again?"
He didn't say anything.
"I gotta go Babes…" he used what little juice he had to make a full length mirror appear on the wall.
"Take me with you" I pleaded, grabbing his hand that was much thinner than earlier.
My eyes started to burn with tears as I watched him frown.
"No." He got angry that I would even think of such an idea. "You know how I feel about that."
"You can't just leave me!"
And with that he disappeared, and I ran to the mirror putting my hands up to the glass.
His puny reflection looked back at me
"I'm gunna find a way back to you Babes, Okay?"
"Please, Beej" I didn't realize my fingers were clawing at the glass. "I love you"
His eyes shined that beautiful glowing green for a minute, and a small smirk lit up his face. And with that he was gone.
"No…No!" It hit me right in the chest, like someone had blown my heart to smithereens.
I felt hands wrap around me, it was Barbara.
I tuned to her, and she held me in her arms while I tried to remember how to breathe.
That's when I saw Juno over her shoulder, she was occupanied by two ghost in black suits.
I had read about humans having their memories erased after exorcisms in the handbook. This made it all that much more real.
I tore away from Barbara.
"Juno, please don't." I begged
She just looked at me sadly.
The two men took what looked like pictures with a giant camera, and disappeared with Otho and the other paranormal research woman.
"Who are you?" My father asked skeptically.
"Juno, I'm The Maitland's and Mrs. Juice's case worker." She glared at Delia
"What did you do with them?" Delia asked nervously.
"They, Mrs. Deetz will have no recollection of tonight, or any events leading to it, including four years ago. You however are in a huge amount of trouble. You have just excorsied of the most powerful poltergeists in the afterlife. He was, for the first time in centuries not problem for us, thanks to this young lady." She nodded to me. "You have caused me several headaches, tons of paperwork, and your step daughter her husband."
"When your time comes Mrs. Deetz I do not look forward to seeing you!" She scolded
She turned to me apologetically. "Lydia, Honey, I'm so sorry." She frowned "If it weren't for him you'd have lost these two as well." I looked sadly at Adam and Barbara.
"Can he come back after …that?"
"I don't know, but even if I did I'm not allowed to talk about this with you, even if you are his wife. I'm not going to erase your memories of tonight." I looked up slightly hopefully "But you five are not to speak of this anyone, or I will be back." She directed the last comment at Delia.
She was about to disappear when I stopped her. "Juno, if you find him…take care of him."
She patted my hand and evaporated into a puff of smoke.
"Pumpkin, What can I do for you?" Dad asked
I just shook my head, and headed up the stairs taking a long look at my own reflection in the mirror.
I looked at my step monster, before going to my room.
"I hope getting a couple of sculptures noticed was worth it."
I felt numb as I walked to my room; I closed the door, and slid down the wall hugging my knees to my chest.
Something shiny caught my eye as I started to cry.
My ring
I grabbed it and slid it on my finger, but it didn't seem to fit, it was too big.
"You're gunna come back…"
End of Lydia's Dream POV:
"Beej!" I gasped jolting up in bed.
I had this dream almost every night for the last ten years. All my memories of that night played out in my head over and over.
"You're gunna come back." I said firmly "You have to"
Holy Long Chapter Batman! I know this one was long guys, but I wanted to get to the present… I'll hopefully have Beetlejuice's POV in the next chapter! Please review~
