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Chapter Nine:
Rex wearily got into the car as his mother came to pick him up from school. That was a relief, at least, that she had picked him up. Rex felt terrible, and he was almost positive terrible things would happen to him soon.
Rex's mom drove him home in her grossly pink car while she probed him about why he felt sick. He said it must have been something at lunch, which was partially true, he just didn't say a deranged telepathic girl had broken into his mind and quite possibly could have found all his well-hidden secrets.
His mom would have him sent to the asylum faster then you could blink.
Rex watched his mom as he carefully and skillfully avoided her questions; she had a worried look in her eye. Rex guessed she knew what would happen too.
Then why in the world did she not o anything to help him. He could not think of one tie when she'd gotten into one of the fights, not once.
Rex was so tired of that.
He leaned back against the leather seats and closed his eyes. Melissa's angry face swam before him, contorted with rage, intent on tearing open his mind. Not a pretty picture.
He forced the pixture to shatter into pixels and banished it from his thoughts. Melissa dissolved and he thought instead of history class. Joy could be found there at least.
Shortly, they arrived home. His father's car wasn't there yet, but it was only about 1 o' clock. He only had about six more hours of non-painful moment.
Unfortionatly, his mother decided not to give him that luxery. She sent him off to bed and closed the door behind her after promising to be quiet. The door slammed with a sickening SNAP, which reminded Rex of a prison door shutting on a prisoner.
Rex kicked his boots off and fell onto his pillows. He shut his eyes and was asleep in seconds.
He had the strangest dream.
And old hag was chasing him with crooked, outstretched hands and a ccruel smile. She was beggin him for one brush against his bare skin. It struck fear in Rex's heart, the thought of those outstretched hands touching him, so he ran. Eventually he lost her.
Then Rex ran into a huge giant, who crushed Rex and left him bleeding on the floor.
And the hag had caught up with him and was touching him. Over and over she touched him and she whispered in his ear, "Rex. Rex…"
Rex's eyes flew open and he jumped at the hazy form of Melissa bending over him, his open window blowing cold air throughout the room.
"Melissa what are you…"
But she put a gloved finger over his lips and whispered, "Helping you silly."
"How…"
She smiled and hissed, "You'll see."
Rex gaxed into her eyes and saw malice and rage in them and her smile held a demonic air.
He realized that this must be about his father. She must have thought about it since lunch and decided on a plan.
But then his mind flashed to her recent episodes of anger, her hitting him, her hitting Timmy, and the anger in her now unnerved him…
"Melissa, no, go away."
Her eyes narrowed and she bent lower to him. She breathed warm air on his neck as she whispered "Make me," before a loud banging in the hall to his room interrupted them. Rex quickly checked his clock.
It read 7:12.
He'd slept for six hours. His father was already home.
"Melissa get under the bed." He hissed.
elissa looked at him and looked towards the closed door. "No." she snarled.
"Melissa, get down there." He ordered in an undertone.
She glanced at him and back towards the door defiantly before diving under the bed.
Seconds after he feet disappeared from view, Rex's door banged open and his father stalked in.
Rex braced himself to take whatever happened now with one more complication.
Melissa was in the room with him, just like he'd always imagined.
But instead of friendship, vengeance was on her mind.
