Disclaimer: Written under the influence of my muse, the Jamster's Jeremy. I own the creep named Bobby, Davie, Davy, Tommy, Dajr, Candy Lane, Hanna Callaway and a few others. Dale well he's not mine. Yes the crazy Minion freak is real and he REALLY is like that.
Dema
By:
DeMa Davis.
Chapter 2
It was brighter then she thought. Maybe she didn't go to hell. Not much they could do to her would be worse then what Bobby had done. Maybe she had done something good, so good that it got her a 'go strait to heaven' card. Or maybe she was so use to the bad that hell would get her by being good to her.

"She's coming to Mr. Michaels." A voice said.

A rather handsome man in a rumbled suite came in with a cop. The man smiled genuinely filled with relief as the cop set up a tape recorder.

"Ms. Rahb, I'm DA Eric Michaels. Your in the hospital."

"Oh it didn't work." Davie said quietly.

"No, Davie he didn't succeed. How long has he been hitting you?"

"About two, nearly three years. I had planed so well and it didn't work."

"What didn't work Davie?"

"My plan, I needed out. I couldn't take it anymore so I planed it so I'd get