It's been several days since Pazuzu and I began this crazy relationship. I'm still very happy and I think he is too. My fears of him turning around and saying this was all a lie has completely slipped from my mind. I still have this slight part in my conscience that tells me this is all wrong. We both know this but disregard it. I'm sure whatever challenges we face, we can get through it together. Even if an exorcism's preformed, it's unknown exactly how long it takes for a demon to be removed. It could take days, weeks, months, even years. However, there are some cases where demons were forced out within several hours after the exorcism is preformed.
Speaking of exorcisms, after the whole puking madness at the party nights ago, Pazuzu and I have decided to lay low for awhile. People are probably going to get even more suspicious of us because of it. Not only that, we also have to keep in mind that every time he takes over my face and voice change. So, we're going to make these occurrences in class less or not at all. This bores him a lot but we make up for it after school. He still leaves me breathless but his kisses are irresistible.
So, here we are sitting in my bible studies class, waiting for the final bell to ring. Pazuzu does his best to tune out the scriptures or distract himself so that it doesn't effect him as much. I do this too but I don't have to try. It's so boring it could put me to sleep within minutes.
Finally, the bell rings, signaling us to go home. We were both happy to get out of the class and escape to the sanctuary of my room. I was about to exit from the doorway when my teacher called my name.
"Korey." I stopped and turned to look over at the woman sitting at her desk.
"Yes Sister?" I approached her desk to have her look up at me. She looked really serious. Almost as if there was something important she needed to tell me that also involved me.
"Father Johnson would like to speak with you. He's in his office right now."
"Yes, ma'am. May I ask why he would need to talk to me?"
"He didn't explain. He said it was important that you visit him this afternoon."
"Okay. Thank you for informing me."
"You're welcome. May peace be with you." I turned to leave and walked down the hall to Father Johnson's office.
"May peace be with you," Pazuzu mimicked, "Like she even lives up to that."
"That doesn't matter right now," I muttered, "Why does the priest need to see me?"
"How the fuck should I know? It could be a number of things."
"You're not the least bit worried that they could've caught on?"
"Of course I'm worried! I just don't want to think about it!"
"I'm sorry. I'm just scared."
"I know. But try to remain calm. If he suspects you're hiding something, he'll immediately realize there's something up."
"Okay. But don't try to take control or anything. If you do that, he's automatically going to see I'm possessed."
"'Kay. If things get too out of control, I'll make an excuse for you to use or move something in the room."
"All right." We reach the small chapel in the school and walked down the aisle to his office. I knocked on his door and heard him say "Come in!" I entered the room to see the sixty year old man with graying hair sitting at his desk. He was writing something down on a piece of blank paper. He looked up at me and directed me to sit in the chair in front of him.
Father Johnson's office was small and consisted of a desk, a computer chair that he sat in, two leather chairs in front of the desk, and two bookshelves behind him. The people who built the school forgot to make a window for this room, so it's lit up with a small lamp on the desk. It gives the small space a dim glow that would make it a little hard to read or write in. The whole inside is brown with hardwood flooring and a brown ceiling.
I stared at Father Johnson as he continued his writing. I guess whatever he needed from me wasn't so important he had to discontinue his writing. Or maybe he wanted to get that out of the way before dealing with me. My heart was beating rapidly at the unbearable silence. I wish he'd just tell me what he wanted before I snapped from the quietness of the room.
His pen stopped and he put the paper away in his drawer. He looked up at me through his glasses and gave me his undivided attention.
"Korey, are you aware of your behavior these past few weeks?"
"Yes I am Father."
"I've been told by your teachers that you're usually quiet and keep to yourself during class. You don't often use vulgar language or get agitated at anyone. You've also caused several fights for no reason at all."
"I am aware of all of this, Father."
"Would you care to explain the reason for your sudden change?"
"I assure you, it's not a change. I'm just going through stress right now. You see, my dad and stepmother are worried about my stepbrother. He hasn't visited in a long time and rarely comes over anymore. It sort of stresses me out because I'm worried about him too." I give him a concerned look to show my fake worry for Nathaniel's absence. I have to call Vickie and Nathaniel my stepmother and stepbrother because it's supposed to show that I care that they're entering my lives, or something. I hate referring to them as such because they are nothing like that to me.
"Ah, so you take out your frustration on your teachers and classmates?"
"Yes Father. I am so sorry. I know it's wrong but I can't help it."
"I'm sure the Lord will forgive you. Just be sure to think about how your actions will affect those around you."
"I will Father. Thank you." I heard Pazuzu cackling loudly at this. He must find this whole conversation entertaining.
"Also," Father Johnson continued, "I've noticed how you rarely show up to confession or wear your rosary. How come?"
"Forgive me on this too, Father. I get awfully busy and barely have any time to show up for confession. Whenever I remember it's too late in the day to go."
"I see. Do you pray to the Lord?"
"Yes Father." Again, Pazuzu started laughing hysterically.
"Bull shit!" he laughed aloud.
"And your rosary?" Father inquired, "Why do you not wear it?" I sat there for a moment, thinking of a good excuse. I can't say I wear under my shirt. It's obvious that there's no sign of the necklace on my person. I also can't get off with saying I have a rash. He'll be expecting me to wear it eventually. Unless…
"It reminds me of my mother," I tell him. He looked at me as if he greatly offended me.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. I forgot how close you two were." My dad had explained everything to the priest and the principal about my mom. Although, I think the priest has forgotten that Mom wasn't Catholic but a regular Christian. A Baptist to be exact.
"I'm sorry if I don't wear mine. Mother always held one before she…"
"Korey, you don't have to say anything. I understand."
"Thank you, Father." I looked over at the clock on the wall. It had been at least fifteen minutes since school ended. Looks like we got a little carried away.
"One more thing I must ask of you, Korey."
"Yes Father?"
"How good is your Latin?"
"It's decent. Why do you ask?"
"I was just wondering where you acquired such a vocabulary to speck such profanity to your teachers and classmates." Shit, I thought, Does he know?
"Tell him you found the words in your dictionary," Pazuzu whispered.
"I saw some curse words in my Latin dictionary and remembered them while I was yelling at my teachers. I didn't mean to do that. It just slipped and I continued to curse in Latin."
"Do you feel better confessing this?"
"Yes I do, Father."
"That's good. You know what you must do now?"
"May I borrow your rosary?" He hands me his rosary for me to chant many Hail Mary's. I tried to distract my mind while doing this so that Pazuzu wouldn't feel anything. Unfortunately, it didn't help much and his groans were starting to annoy me. It got to the point where Pazuzu yelled in my ear and said, "Fuck this shit! This is pissing me off!" I don't know what he did since my eyes were closed, but I could see through my lids that it got darker. When I opened my eyes, the room was completely black.
"What just happened?" I asked.
"I think the lamp's bulb stopped working."
"Father, if you please excuse me, I have to be getting home. My dad's expecting me." The priest let out a sigh and told me it was fine. I gave him back his rosary and left the room. At long last, we can go home. I couldn't wait to go home and make out with Pazuzu.