"How the fuck did you get in here?"
"I'm not stupid! I saw how you open the door! I didn't know I could push a fucking button and open the door! What the hell was that little peep show you fucking did, you fucking slut!" He screamed, rage built up in his icy bluish gray eyes.
"What peep show are you talking about? And didn't I just say I'm not a whore!" I screamed back, getting off my bed, and putting my hands on my hips.
"You were fucking stripping right in front of me! You are a whore! Just like the rest of them!" He growled, glaring intently, wishing he could break my spell to harm me.
"Maybe you shouldn't have watched once you realized I was trying to change. Trust me…I know you enjoyed it." I smirked, knowing he wouldn't like that comment yet he couldn't hurt me.
He growled and glared. I smiled sweetly and waited to see if he had a comeback. He smirked evilly after a couple seconds. "Why would I want to see a cocky, ugly, fat whore undressing your slutty ass? Have you not seen the sexy naked woman I have had to be in front of for awhile? She's so much better than your fucking ugly ass could ever be?" He hissed, seething venom with each word.
Every word he said cut my ego down and I didn't know why. I thought I had gotten use to this bull shit! I had to deal with jealous bitches insulting me at my old school. Why am I letting this bastard get to me? What is wrong with me!
This new hurt fueled me to do something I didn't think I would ever do. I walked right up to him and kicked him in the groin. When he was doubled over, I punched him in his stomach, which was surprisingly rock hard abs, making my fist hurt slightly. He was now on the floor, clutching his crotch and abs. I spat on him, grabbed my iPod and phone, and left. Why did I let him hurt me with horrible insults! I have heard my little fucking sister say better insults! I just need to get him off my mind…I know just the thing.
I began to try and find an empty room, until I came upon a room I absolutely adored. Did my uncle know he was going to die or was he a dancer himself? I walked into a large room with surprisingly wooden floor, Latin spells all around I saw with the glasses I still had on, a huge wall of mirrors,and a sturdy barre across the middlish of the wall of mirrors. A silver iHome player was plugged into an outlet in the wall. I gasped at the perfection of this room. I ran up to the iHome and quickly placed my iPod in the slot, clicking my favorite song to warm up to, 'Getting Away With Murder'.
As the beginning of 'Tear Jerker' came on, I smiled, and got to my position, in fetal position on the floor. I began to move with the melody, letting it take over my body, soul, and mind. I moved quicker when the music got louder and slower when it was quiet. Before I knew it, 10 songs were over and I was drenched in sweat. My sweatpants hugged my muscular legs, as my tank top clanged even more to my surprisingly huge breasts, which I inherited from my mother along with the curves.
My small feet ached from constant use. "You know..you dance beautifully..." I heard a male voice said. A voice that had become familiar to me.
"What do you want? You want to call me a fucking whore again so I can actually break your dick?" I growled, picking up my iPod and checked my phone. 5 missed calls from my mother. Shit. What's going on... "Hold on..." I said before Ryan (I'm calling the Jackal Ryan now because it's easier to write...I might accidentally put the Jackal down but you know what I mean. =]) could utter a word.
I pressed the return call option from the menu and waited for my mom to answer. She answered during the first ring.
"Oh my god, Autumn! It's about time you called me back! I've been trying to reach you for awhile!"
"I'm sorry Mom. I was dancing-"
"You're still wasting your time on a false hope? Anyway-"
"False hope? Didn't you hear what my dance teacher wanted me to do before you packed us all up in this crappy house!"
"She was being nice-"
"Being nice! I'm pretty sure she wouldn't of called you and begged you to let me stay if she was just being nice!"
"Don't talk like that to me! I was just calling you to say the car died on me and the repair shop is closed so we're staying in town for the night! Find your own dinner!" And with that she hung up. I growled and almost threw my phone.
Ryan cleared his throat. I looked at him and smiled slightly. "Sorry...Anyway you were saying?"
"I was just coming to apologize...and thank you for kicking my ass. It kinda awaken me to the fact you're not a whore...I'm sorry about watching you change..." He grumbled, looking at an strap on his straight jacket.
"It's cool and...you're welcome...you know for kicking your ass..."
He smiled at me which I returned. "You're amazing at dancing...what type of dancing was that?"
"I don't know. It's a mix you know...depends on the song and mood I'm in."
"What about for that song?"
"More ballet."
"What is that song called anyway?"
"Tear Jerker by KoRn."
"Never heard of any of that..."
"We need to introduce you to some actual music..." I said, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards my room, my cell phone and iPod in my sweatpants's pockets. I pushed him on my bed and went straight over to my iHome. I clicked on 'Tear Jerker', holding the center button and clicked genius. A play-list of 25 songs was gave to me, and I pressed play, beginning with 'Tear Jerker' again. I sat on my bed, next to Ryan, and we got into the music, head banging to some and swaying to others.
By the end of the play-list, he was wrapping the little scratches he caused when he was TRYING to be sly and put his arm around me. I was laughing because of his facial expressions of concentration, his tongue half way out and his eyes fixed on the band aids that kept getting stuck on his long nails. "Here let me do it." I said, putting my hand out.
"No! I'm doing it!"
"Well then you're failing at me. Just let me do it!"
"No!"
"Too bad!" I replied, and dived for the band aids he held captive in his other hand. I reached my hand for it, feeling the cool cardboard box of it on my finger tips slightly. He pulled it back even farther, almost falling over. What pushed him over was me...crawling over him to get it, straddling him in the process. When he fell back, I pushed forward, neither of us realizing the position and how close we were...When we finally both stopped laughing about how silly we were being, we realized the position and closeness.
We just stared at each other, neither wanting to move yet neither wanting to be apart. "Awkward...," I exclaimed, breaking the awkward silence that had kept growing as we stared.
Finally I asked a question I've been dying to ask,"Why do you keep that cage on your head?"
"...I'm not sure...I guess I never figured out how to get rid of it," he replied, rubbing his shoulder.
"Maybe I could...if you want."
"Yes! That would be a great help," he exclaimed, then pulled me into a hug, causing more scratches, which didn't hurt. None of the scratches ever hurt since they weren't deep but they bleed slightly...which seemed to freak Ryan out. I got up, covering the scratches with my hands, crossing my arms, and went into the kitchen. Ryan stayed behind me. I still felt his eyes on me but not on my ass this time...on my head. I once again peered behind me...and saw him staring at my hair.
I opened a box, and began to go threw it. I went through a couple more boxes, still feeling his eyes on me. I finally found the cage cutters and smiled. Ryan looked at me, scared out of his mind, as I smiled sweetly.
I put one of the chairs my uncle left us and patted the seat, just as my stomach growled. Ryan looked at me questioningly."You haven't eaten today, have you?"
I smiled sheepishly,"I was kinda freaked out about the ghosts being released in my basement." I went to the fridge, grabbed a pre packaged sandwich and quickly wolfed it down, sitting on the sink. Ryan sat in the chair, waiting patiently. I threw the trash in the bag and went behind him and began to cut through the charred bottom.
"So...what will happen if all the ghosts are released?"
"Someone has to summon all the ghosts to the machine and tell them to lend their powers. Then the eye of hell will open, and your uncle will be the most powerful man in world blah blah blah," he said, looking at his nail. I widened my eyes.
"You're not worried?"
"Nope. I'm already dead."
"You're not worried about me?"I asked, looking at his face while lifting the cage off his head and placing it in a bag which then I put in a new trash bag, along with the little pieces. Ryan's head was finally free. "So..what's your answer?"
"To what?"
"Are you worried about me if my uncle becomes all powerful," I asked, dusting off little charred specks. I placed my hands on his cold shoulders, and looked him in the eyes, bending forward. I saw his eyes look away as he took a deep breathe then slowly released it.