Don't Touch Me
Chapter 11: I Repay
"Beauty queen of only eighteen
She had some trouble with herself
He was always there to help her
She always belonged to someone else"
-Maroon 5 (She Will Be Loved)
I'm close, Glacia honey. So very close you won't see me coming. I'm going to hide under your bed and jab a fucking knife on you once you lay down.
"..Peter..."
Then I'm going to wring the Boy's neck and I'm going to FUCKING eat him.
"..No.."
Yes, yes.. He looks delicious, doesn't he, honey? I can taste him already.. Then I'm going to talk to you, honey. I'm gonna talk to you UP CLOSE.
"..NO! Leave him alone.. He has NOTHING to do with this.."
Glacia saw herself in a forest, and she heard this. She found herself short of breath, and gasping. She sat up and realized she wasn't in her room anymore.
She saw trees and flowers everywhere, she looked at the ground below and picked up the dirt from it.
Where am I?
A shadow sweeped over her, and she looked up. A tall black lady wearing a red dress looked down at her.
"What kept you?" the stranger asked.
"Where am I?" Glacia asked, panic in her voice.
"You are in your world, at least, the world you belong to."
Glacia took one last look around when she saw a large temple.
The tall lady looked over at it as well. "That's where's she's waiting. Come." the stranger took long strides that Glacia had to stand up quickly and follow her, for fear she'd get lost.
They went up the steps of the temple, and there, was another woman. She had her back turned to both women, but Glacia could see she had blonde hair as well, she couldn't see her skin much, because it was all covered with a long sleeved toga.
"I've been waiting for you, Glacia." the mysterious woman said. The tall lady whispered to Glacia, "Whatever happens, do not look at her!"
"Why?"
"She has the power to drive you insane, if you know what's best for you, girl, you'll listen to me." Glacia inmediately nodded.
"Who are you?" Glacia asked the mysterious woman.
"Don't you recognize me, Glacia-dear?" the mysterious woman asked with a husky voice. Glacia shook her head, then realized the woman (or thing?) couldn't see this with her back turned, so she said aloud "No."
"I'm your true self, your negative side. The side you've been forced to lock away by him."
Did she meant Peter?
"I don't understand.." Glacia said nervously, as the tall lady threw a piercing glare at her.
"You do not ask questions! The Mistress is not a pacient woman-" the tall lady began.
"Do not fret, Dorcas." the mysterious woman said, "The little girl is just confused, let her ask."
Even though the thing had her back turned, Glacia could feel as if it threw her a smile.
"Glacia, you've been paired with a beast. He tormented you so much, you have turned into the whimpering girl you are now.."
"I am not whimpering!" Glacia suddenly shouted, if its one thing she cannot stand is people calling her weak.
The Thing tapped her foot and crossed its arms, "Angry are we, Glacia? That's good.. That's who you really are. You're a mad little girl."
"What..?"
"You hate him. You hate the man named Peter. Do not fret over him. Soon, you shall be rid of him."
"What? I am rid of him.."
"You shall go home now. The man still is after you, dear. You really didn't think a beast like that would let his prey get away that easily?"
"Wha--?"
"You'll get rid of him, I assure you!" Glacia just stared blankly at the thing's back, trying to figure out what she was saying.
"You shall be relinquished of Enryos. Fear not of the bull. El Toro Grande shall fall, if you can unlock yourself out of your prison."
"But--"
Glacia opened her eyes and saw herself back inside her room. She looked at her CD Player and when she put her hand above it, she realized it was warm.
That's odd.. She remembered she left it off.. She shrugged, maybe she just daydreamed this. Hopefully.
As she laid down, she worried. She worried about what this dream had told her, that she was not rid of Peter. Did this meant Steven was still in danger? She hoped not. She really really liked him..
--
"Steven!"
Steven turned and saw Sidney stomping towards him, looking mad as Hell.
"Sidney?"
"Don't you Sidney me. Stop it, man!" Steven looked at him puzzled. "Huh?"
"Can't you see what you're doing to her?"
"What?"
Sidney glared at him as if Steven had just slapped him. "Its about Glacia, man.."
"What? Did she tell you that Peter is still after her or something?"
"No. Can't you see?"
"Erm.. No."
"She likes you, man." Now Steven looked at him as if Sidney had slapped him.
"Sid, she doesn't,"
"Yes she does.." Sidney looked down, shoving dirt with his foot. "Can't you see? The way she looks at you? Whenever you're around her, her eyes seem to lighten up.."
Steven stared at Sidney, "I'm just her friend."
"Exactly," Sidney said, with his tone rising. "The way you treat her, you treat her so well. She's falling in love with you, and she thinks you are in love with her too." He looked up at Steven with anger in his eyes
"You don't love her, though.. You're "leading her on". Stop that."
"Stop what?"
"Look, I know she's your friend, I respect that. But you taking her out on walks, shit like that.. She thinks you're asking her out, or something.."
"But I'm not."
"So stop that. She really thinks you're into her."
"Fine , I won't."
"But stop it right now. I have a feeling she's gonna confess to you about her feelings, and I'd hate if you'd have to break her heart."
Steven thought about it. Sid was right, he noticed Glacia always looked at him in a way she never stared at anybody else. He thought maybe she was just teasing him, but then the arm holding?
"Besides, you should tell her sometime you know.." Sidney whispered.
"Tell her what?"
"You know.. About whom you really love, stuff like that. So that you can give her a hint that you don't dig her. You won't hit her as hard as telling her. You know." Steven looked down at the ground.
"Goddamn it, just don't hurt her. She's been through enough already.."
Sidney glared one last time at Steven, pivoted and walked away. Leaving Steven to think about what he should do next.
--
Glacia stacked all of her mail into a small table on her kitchen. She looked through them and saw the invitation to the Daughter's and Sisters Festival. She smiled at it and made herself a mental note to be there.
Yet she felt horrible for having left Steven. She hated to admit it, but she always grew panicked when she'd leave the house without Steven's supervision. What if Peter jumped out of the shadows with that horrible tennis racket?
Just after six months of her miscarriage, Peter had anally raped her. He came upstairs holding a Prince tennis racket, worn tape hung around its handle as he walked towards her.
She had shared a lot of memories on the D&S circle, but the Tennis racket experience was one she was going to keep quiet.
She hated remembering how terrible it had been to have a Prince tennis racket rammed up your ass, with a man over two hundred pounds on top of you; holding a swiss army knife on your neck; threatning to cut your neck wide open if you screamed, and having to silently cry and trying not to think about how badly he was ripping you up from inside.
That tennis racket still hanging on the basement back home. And Glacia remembered looking at it and thinking of what Peter had done with it.
She shook her head, ridding her of the memory. She layed back on her bed and thought "What now?"
--
"What? HE came to your house?" Roxanne cried out at Phoebe's news.
Phoebe had been terrified all this time. Everyday she always twitched for no reason whatsoever, and her eyes had lost all color. Her friend -Roxie as she liked being called- had noticed this and asked Phoebe what was bothering her. After gathering all courage, and after making Roxanne swear not to tell anyone, she had told her about her gruesome visit from Glacia's brutal husband.
"Did he hurt you?" Roxanne grabbed Phoebe by her shoulders and shook her lightly, this only worsened the situation, Phoebe's eyes filled with tears and whimpered. Roxanne let go of her quickly and buried her face in her hands.
"I'm sorry, I just got too jammed up. Sorry.. I didn't mean to do that. After what you've gone through.." Roxanne's face grew stern and she looked at Phoebe. "You have to go to the police."
"No!" Phoebe's eyes dripped tears and although she tried not to, she shook tirelessly. "He'll kill me! He told me!"
"Fuck that," Roxanne snapped, this surprised Phoebe; Roxanne was always so good tempered, and since she taught schoolchildren, Roxie knew very well how to behave politely. Roxanne never cursed unless she was really pissed off. "Please, Phoebe. We have to tell the cops. If we let him on the loose, he'll hurt somebody. And me, or the cops won't let anything happen to you."
"No." Phoebe shook her head, "Cops.. He's a cop! He knows what to do! He knows how to kill and find people! Nobody can stop a cop.." she wiped her eyes.
Roxanne sighed and took her hands, "Phoebe. I promise. I won't let him come near you. I'll be with you all the time. I won't let him hurt you, I swear!" she wrapped Phoebe in a tight embrace, "It fucks me up that some bastard just came and made you this scared. And then him being let out? He's gonna hurt somebody really bad."
Phoebe made a small whimpering noise and she nodded.
"Okay.. Let's go."
--
Peter went to the bathroom and stared at himself in the mirror. He ran his hand through his black hair and clawed his forehead. He sighed, took the electric razor and started shaving his hair.
--
Glacia pulled over her head her nightgown and she heard a faint clickey! She turned, alarmed that it could have been the door. But she saw the pale smooth door unmoving.
She shrugged uneasily, took her size B-cup bra, and strapped it around her. Again another clickey! sounded. It sounded like a cricket. Great, pests, she thought. She put on her pink petite shirt and put on her jeans, then she headed towards the noise of the clickey!
It lead to her room, she sighed and took her shoe to her hand.
Where are you, cri-key?
Then she approached her small bed table, where the noise had come from. Glacia opened the drawers until she heard the clikey! more clearer. She stared at her CD case.
It came from inside..
She shakingly took the case and pressed her ear to it. clikey! was very clear, she put it down inmediately. She raised her shoe and slammed it down to the case.
Out of it sprung out small crickets and laying down were a few dead ones. Small pieces of grass scattered on the table and fresh dirt came out. Glacia gasped and touched it to feel if it was real.
She picked up the broken case and looked around it. It couldn't be possible. This was just some burned CD with a plain case, with just "REFLECTION BY CHRISTINA AGUILERA" scribbled along the cover. Why where there leaves, dirt, and crickets inside of it?
The dream, Glacia-dear.
Yes, she had dreamed of a forest. And meeting a tall woman named Dorcas and her "true" self. The side she's been forced to hide. She was in the forest, but what did this case have to do with anything? She couldn't understand why.
Suddenly a knock came from the door. She jumped up startled, and she quickly brushed the specks of dirt, leaves, and dead crickets off the table. She pushed it under her bed and ran to the door.
When she opened the door, she gasped. "Steven! What are you doing here?"
"Err.. we need to talk." He said, while lighting himself another cigarette.
She glared at him, "I told you to stay away. You're gonna get hurt.."
"Look, just fucking forget that. We need to talk, alright?" he said this while impaciently flicking his lighter.
... talk to you UP CLOSE...
"I can't.. I am going to leave for the Daughters and Sisters festival.."
"This is probably the only time, alright? Let's go." Steven started walking down the apartment steps, she quickly put on her slippers, closed and locked the door, and skittered after him.
--
Peter took out the wheelchair from his closet, he gotten this at a hospital. Telling them he needed it for his father, and they believed him. He ran a hand across his bald head as he put on over his shirt a motorcycle jacket. He positioned himself inside the wheelchair and left towards the Daughter's and Sisters Festival.
--
The ringing phone hurried Sidney out of the shower. He quickly wrapped a towel around his waist and picked up the phone.
"What?" he said impaciently.
"Hello, is this Sidney Paller?"
"Who is this?"
"This is Sargeant Parkins. I just got reported from a girl named Phoebe Summers, that Glacia Morgan's husband, Peter Morgan, is looking for her."
"What?" Sidney's hand stared to shake violently. Did this mean Glacia was in danger?
"Peter Morgan is reportedly looking for his wife, he passed by Ms. Summer's house and asked where she was. She told him Glacia would be with a man named Steven Stone. We tried to locate him, but he's not answering. So we just called you."
"Wait.. So you're telling me Peter is looking for Glacia?"
"Yes, sir."
"Shit.. That means he's looking for Steven.. And if Steven is near, Glacia is near.."
"Are they related?"
"No. They're best friends, she's been with him for some time.."
"Do you know where they are? We have to find them as quickly as possible. We are told this Peter is armed."
"I don't know.. Look, you're at the police station right?"
"Yes, but--"
"Look, I'm standing here freezing my ass off, I'll get dressed and come right at ya, alright?"
"Yes. Ask for Sargeant Parkins."
"Alright. Good-bye."
"Good-bye."
Sidney hanged up and leaned against the wall. Clutching his head, thinking of how much he'd wished this would never ever happen.
As we all know, most of the time we pray and beg wishing that a certain situation would never come. Of course, no matter how many times you wish and hope, fate is fate, and it'll happen no matter what. But of course, it always makes us feel slightly better to hope.
Sidney cursed under his breath and closed his eyes. Trying to relax and find out how to solve this.
He never got the courage to ask for Glacia's number, and Steven wasn't at home. But he knew where she lived.. Maybe he should stop by before going to the police station and warn her.
Peter was really after her, no doubt about that. Glacia's hunch was right after all. But what was he suppoused to say?
Gee, Glacia, you were right. Peter is chasing ya, after all. And he killed Stowik, probably will kill Steven, then rip you to pieces. Tough luck!
Sidney sighed and whispered quitely to himself, "God, please don't let it be too late.."
...to be continued..
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This just has around four or five chapters left. Yes, this is a loong fanfic. And I intend on finishing this one. Yes, when I finish this, this is gonna be my first ever FINISHED fanfic. Oh, and as a last note, psilocybin drew a beautiful pic for this fanfic. I just want to say thank you soo much, kim, you're the sweetest chick ever. The link is in my bio (since FF. net is a bitch and won't let me put the link here), please check it out. I really enjoyed this pic and I know you will too. Sooo soo beautiful, sniff Nicest thing anyone has really done for me :3 And one more thing, screw you QuickEdit :3 Took me hours to even get all this sorted out XD
-Toon