11.
Where is my prescription?
Doctor, doctor please listen
My brain is scattered
You can be Alice,
I'll be the Mad Hatter.
2 days later...
Salomé hummed along to the instrumental of a song that played from a near by record player. She sat on the cement floor, one bloody hand holding a joint to her small glossed lips and the other clenching onto the handle of a tea cup. Her appearance appeared as a form of art or at least in her mind, her normal dark bushy curly hair was wet and slicked back giving a good view of the distinct angles of her face. Her face was drenched in blood along with the clothing she sported. Across from her lay a body hanging over in chair, clearly dead with the amount of blood pooling from their form.
"He holds the gun against my head
I close my eyes and bang I am dead
I know he knows that he's killing me for mercy
And here I go
oh oh oh oh
oh oh oh oh
oh oh oh oh
And here I go
oh oh oh oh
oh oh oh oh
oh oh oh oh
He holds my body in his arms
He didn't mean to do no harm
And he holds me tight."
Blinking Salomé carefully listened to the words as she sat crossed legged in front of the body in front of her. Her feet printed with blood that did not belong to her, looking up she heard the sounds of footsteps entering the basement. Salomé placed the tea cup to the side, swallowing the rest of it's contents then placed her lips back onto the remaining joint. After inhaling she left the joint in between her lips as she exhaled through her nostrils, twisting her body a bit to latch onto the jar beside her. With her bare bloody hands she pulled the succulents from the root moving it into the jar she had been working on in between her killing spree.
Salomé felt the presence of her husband standing before her, admiring the sight in front of him. It was a bit ironic but nothing they weren't used to, of course. The twenty-year old kept her eyes trained on the work in front of her before she felt the cool tip of a gun tilting her chin upwards to stare up into the man's large blue raindrop iris. "My my, what have you done here Alice?" His calm, yet haunting voice filled her ears.
"I told you to stop calling me that." Salomé stated, her eyes lowering in annoyance.
The man laughed then said in a sang-song voice, "Sorry darling. I just want to know what the fuck is going on?"
"I did what you told me to, Karim." Salomé muttered, moving her chin out from underneath the gun that her husband had so politely pointed in her face.
Karim snorted as he went to squat down in front of the young woman who returned to making her mini garden or whatever the fuck it was that she happened to be doing. Karim held the gun in between his legs as his large eyes scanned Salomé' frame, "Uh uh. I told you to bring someone to me. I didn't exactly say murder him. Shit, this might be one of your finest works yet!"
Salomé lifted her head as Karim stood upwards heading over to the dead man who was tied by wires to the chair. Karim circled around the dead body whistling as he roughly gripped the man's head backwards to get a good look at the corpse. "I find it funny that you can kill this innocent innocent man, but you couldn't kill those two brothers you fucked behind my back at home."
"That man isn't that innocent as you think he was. I hacked him, he had a past just like every walking soul on this planet. I only kill those who deserve it."
Karim raised his eyebrows as he began to wave his gun around, "Oh! So those two brothers didn't deserve to die? When we got married we took a vow, sweetheart!"
It was Salomé' turn to laugh at Karim.
"Don't act like you didn't cheat on me first. I am better than all those other bitches you decide to dip your dick in. I'm the best definition of a wife that you'll ever have, you got married to what was it? Three other women behind my back? You suffocated the first one over Basbousa, the second she ran away from you cause she released how psychotic you are, and what happened to the third one? Is she still even speaking to you or just using up all of your money?" Salomé challenged, smoke flowing from her lips.
Karim let the man's head fall from his hands, "Fair play. You got me there, maybe I shouldn't have married those other women but you didn't have to fuck two of my best friends and co-workers."
"Yes I did. If you can have your fun, why can't I?"
"I'd rather have you go out on a killing spree than have someone else touch what is mine. Pietro couldn't even look me in the eye at work but I find out everything, just like I know that there is something going on between you and that pasty dark haired guy." Karim addressed, curling a wet strand of Salomé' hair on his finger.
Salomé grinned as she tossed the remaining joint to the side, "You mean Mickey?"
Karim dipped his head.
"Are you sure? Maybe I'm fucking the red head instead?" Salomé teased getting into Karim's space, the man's large eyes trailing down to her lips.
Karim took a sharp inhale, "I can deal with it happening once but twice? No, it's not going to happen. I'll kill both of those fuckers and bury them with you alive."
"Honey don't forget who you're talking to." Salomé squeezed Karim's face while the man moves his face forwards to kiss Salomé' copper stench lips.
Salomé took this as her cue to leave the basement knowing that Karim did well at disposing of bodies. As she got mid-step Karim called out, "By the way the red haired one is here to see you. He's upstairs with Viviano."
The Spanish-Egyptian wasn't the least bit surprised that Karim waited for the perfect moment to tell her than her ginger star was here. Karim was that type of person, he liked to make people feel uncomfortable and push them to their limits wondering how they would get out of certain scenarios. Salomé wasn't sure how Ian would take her appearance, although it would have been a little different if it were Mickey here but somehow she felt like she shouldn't be presenting herself like this. Not to Ian.
There was no way that Salomé could really get out of this one, not with the way that this town house was built. Salomé felt her head buzzing with static, her mind scattered at this situation. She hoped Dixie, Viviano's pregnant wife weren't home. Salomé was aware that Dixie knew about what their family were into but Viviano made sure to keep any of that information away from her. Dixie was a sweet southern belle who was studying aboard in Paris where she met Salomé' brother, so pure and normal. Placing her hand on the knob Salomé pushed the door open to the basement hearing the sound of the television and two voices chatting away.
Cautiously Salomé made her entrance known, folding her hands in front of her. Her eyes alert at what Ian would think of her in this way. Viviano was the first to turn his head, his brown eyes clearly knowing what Salomé were up to in the basement. His head turned to Ian's and back to Salomé as if checking to see if it were okay for him to let Ian know that she were in the same room as them.
Nodding her head Salomé smoothed down her hair glancing downwards as Viviano called out, "There she is!"
Ian turned his head to Viviano then to Salomé drinking in every inch of her form in a bit of shock. This was the first time that Ian has ever seen Salomé so- so out of her element, or at least in his perspective. Little did the south sider know that this was not out of the norm for Salomé. "Jesus! Did it rain blood today or?"
"No silly! You may have noticed that I'm not all there, myself." Salomé teased as she tapped her temple sending Ian a wink.
Ignoring the look her brother was giving her Salomé stepped further into the living room, watching at how Ian happened to be processing this. It was evident that the seventeen year old was a bit surprised at her appearance but he could see that Viviano didn't look the least bit concerned so he tried his hardest not to question it.
"What brings you by, ginger star?" Salomé asked as she leaned onto the couch in between the space of her older brother and Ian, not seeming to care if she were staining the material. It's not like couldn't afford to buy a new one if needed.
Viviano glimpsed at his sister, "Trouble on the warzone."
"Oh. Tell me about it upstairs? Come on." Salomé sat up immediately heading off to the top level of her home, Ian slowly following after her.
Viviano watched on as the teen went after his sister, sighing his placed his hands on his knees pushing himself upwards as he pulled the basement door open, unhinging the locks one at a time. With wide eyes he shook his head, "Karim! When you clean, that doesn't mean make a bigger mess Ya Khara! We've been over this!"
Salomé soaked in the bubble bath running her fingers over her skin as she rolled her head around to Ian who sat on the toilet. He politely kept his eyes on her face while she stretched her legs out to get rid of the blood from her body, "So Mickey's getting married to that woman that raped him?"
"Yeah." Ian swallowed the lump in his throat, it was clear that he was deeply hurt by this and with every right he should be.
Salomé pursed her lips trying to make sense of all of this. Her mind felt numb and was telling her to go mad again, she knew that Mickey couldn't be this dumb could he?
"I just-I don't know how to talk to him. Sometimes I just want to walk away from the guy, call it quits 'cause it seems that he isn't trying anymore. He's too scared, I get it really I do but it's better once everything is out in the open. No ones cares about your sexuality here as much as he thinks, besides his asshole of a father." Ian vented, rubbing his face raw.
Salomé lay her head against the edge of the tub as an idea came into her head, her accent coming into full effect, "I could kill her if you want, mi amor?"
"No! I now know that that's probably what you were up to downstairs, right?" Ian claimed, peering over at Salomé who grinned over at him.
Slouching further into the bubbly water Salomé' soft voice echoed in the bathroom, "I haven't been myself in a long time, dear. I am full of madness, Mickey is full of madness, you- you're a nice kid, a true Alice, that doesn't belong in a place like this."
"I'm never going to get a straight answer from you, am I Salomé?" Ian spoke, his lips curving slightly in a small smile although his face remained tired.
All Salomé replied with was a wink.
"Is marriage everything all it's cracked up to be? Are you happy with Karim?" Ian asked.
Closing her eyes Salomé answered, "We have a understanding in our marriage, if that's what you wish to call it. Maybe that's all Mickey is doing."
"I wish he would have talked to me about it."
"Make yourself heard." Salomé suggested.
Ian chuckled, "And how do you expect for me to do that?"
Salomé held her arm out of the tub, drops of water falling onto the white tile in the bathroom as she waved the tall red haired boy over to her. Ian got up from the toliet seat as he moved to stand over the dark haired beauty. Ian leaned close to Salomé allowing her wet hands to grip onto his neck so his dark green eyes could meet her dark eyes, "We've been invited to a very important date."
Ian's eyes searched Salomé' trying to figure out what she meant by that. Slowly she pulled his head towards hers, their lips gently pressing together; she could taste his sadness mixed with liquor from his sugar pink lips but Salomé would make sure to take Ian to her personal wonderland.
They were going to crash Mickey's wedding because why not? After all life is but a dream.
A/N: So hey I know this is short filler chapter. I wanted Salomé and Ian to bond together a bit more since this story genuinely focuses more on Salomé and Mickey so yay they're going to crash the wedding! Let's see how that is going to go? Probably crazy and explicit just a warning to you guys. We don't know why Tony called their father and family to Chicago but we will soon find out all about that in the next few chapters. There's probably three to maybe five chapters left IDEK, plus school is coming back and this summer's been hectic so whatever keeps me busy until I'm back with the next part of my homeboy series ;) (Like school doesn't keep me busy enough but I'm going back to campus this semester so obviously it's going to more on my brain.)
Anyways any idea on what's going to happen? Any ideas on this chapter? Thoughts on the bits of "Scattered" pieces of this chapter, this was the point of this chapter to be a little out there if you didn't catch on lol? More to be connected I promise! Karim is played by my BOI RAMI MALEK, just throwing that out there! Have any of you started to read the rumors for season seven? I'm impatiently waiting for the promo of the season to be released man and also my brother has started watching the show too.
Thanks to the people who keep following and adding this story to your favorites. I got my eyes on you!
Continue to stay hydrated and those who are going back to school soon or already back in school, try and have a stress free year man.
P.S. - If any of you watched the show Stranger Things out on Netflix, I wrote a story about it called Guillotine and you should check it out on my profile ;P
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-ALES