Shattered Mirrors

Chapter Two: Suprises

"Aya, what the hell are you up to?!" Her father's voice yelled up the stairs, but it was full of fear. An emotion she had never heard from the grown man. Aya walked downstairs wanting to see what was going on for herself. She leaned against the kitchen wall as she heard the sound of shattering glass. A chair with "legs" had just jumped out through the window with her screaming mom sitting on it.

Then as she watched her dad, there were huge hissing snakes wrapped around his legs, holding him onto the chair. The snakes had the hood of vipers and were coiled near his face, hissing with what seemed to be purple venom dripping from their fangs. They wrapped around his neck, so that there was a viper head on either side of him.

Aya felt something wrap around her leg and saw a worm. She rolled her eyes. She reached down and picked it up, then threw it out of the window, after the chair that was bucking like a bull while her mother struggled to get off of it. The worm burrowed in the ground and suddenly weeds were growing out of the ground where the worm had burrowed, at an alarming rate, reaching to get her mother and restrain her. Aya didn't know what her mother saw but she gaped at some invisible horror as she screamed.

As if on cue a huge venus fly trap grew where her mother was staring and a purple and white striped tongue slipped out and licked her mother before licking the flower lips. Then it went to eat her. "Beetlejuice! You're getting carried away." Aya said. He had said he couldn't kill her parents...getting eaten by a plant seemed a lot like killing them.

The flower disappeared but the weeds didn't. "Aaaaaah!" Her mother screamed, apparently she still saw the flower, even though it wasn't there. Then the weeds let go of her, and there was a huge meat cleaver in the weeds, about to hit her. It missed, landing inches from her. She screamed again and scrambled up, moving to run away. Passerby didn' t see any of it though...just looking like she was crazy.

Her dad however wasn't as scared. Suddenly there was a huge zombie-like body of a child in front of him. The eyes were rolled back into the head. The tongue hung out and was deep purple. Its clothes were rags and its skin looked like it was falling off. There was a noose around its neck and there was skin missing. The zombie pulled the noose off and threw it around her dad's neck, tightening it slowly with a "Gaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah." drone.

Aya watched, fascinated by the gruesome zombie. It intrigued her, she wasn't scared by it. She wanted to touch it. Was its skin cold and slimey like that pervert? Was it hard and coarse because it was dead or was it like soft decaying mush? Should she be thinking about it?

She blinked and shook her head. Her dad was gone, the house was empty. Had she blacked out staring at the zombie? She was laying on the floor, head against the wall. "What happened?" She asked.

"You sure seem facsinated by the dead, toots." Said the ghost floating above her. "You blacked out staring at the kid. Your folks are long gone, now pay up." He told her.

She nodded as she stood up. She felt dizzy and nauseous. Whatever. She walked upstairs to her parents safe where they kept all their money. She did the lock, the code was BARS in numbers "2-2-7-7". She turned the numbers into the lock and opened it up. The money was in stacks of $5,000. She grabbed four stacks and handed it to Beetlejuice. "Have a field day." She said, before slamming the safe and changing the combination quickly. Just in case he decided he wanted more money after all.

Beetlejuice slid the money into the inner pocket of his dirty suit jacket. He gave a leering smile. "Pleasure doing business with you." He said, and tipped his head to her, literally pulling it off.

The way he said that and the smile he gave her made her think of a male prostitute suddenly...not that she would know what one of those was like.

There was a knock on the door downstairs and she blinked. She went to go answer it, making a shooing gesture at Beetlejuice. Leslie stood there, holding a stack of papers, but when he saw it was her he smiled.

"I...uh...brought you your work that you missed today." He said, awkwardly. He hated going to her house. He thought her parents were home because of the cars in the driveway of her house.

"Thanks. You can come in if you want." She gave a bright, flirty smile at him as she moved so he could step in.

"Won't your parents be mad?" Leslie asked cautiously.

"I told you I was going to get rid of them, and they're gone. We have the house to ourselves." She said, or at least she hoped they had the house to themselves.

Leslie blinked. "How'd you get rid of them?" He asked, then when he thought about it. "On second thought I don't want to know. I can't come in."

"What do you mean?" She asked, then she saw the white van in her driveway and she grabbed him by his arm, yanking him inside and slamming the door shut behind him. "What the hell Leslie?! You brought that ugly thing to my house! My house. You know how I feel and yet, you brought her here! After you were worried about people finding out about us last night." She was yelling.

Leslie paled at her anger, he had been on the receiving end a few times, but never like this. "Honey, calm down...I thought your parents would be home and it would be safer if..."

"Honey?! Honey?! I'm sure you call that fat ball of flesh honey too! I'm sure you tell her that every night. I can't believe you, you had the nerve to – Go fuck yourself. Or better yet, go fuck that ball of fat." She said, and turned her back on him.

"Aya. Stop." He gripped her arms. He turned her to look at him. "She's my wife, you're my student. You should know where you stand to me." His words were cold and they hurt.

She slapped him, once, twice. Three times before she yanked away from him. "Get out. Get out now before I call the cops and say you've raped me." It wasn't an idle threat. She could ruin his life, she could ruin his wife's life. She could ruin everything for him, if she wanted to. She couldn't believe how pissed and hurt she was. She felt betrayed, she felt alone. She honestly wanted him to hurt, she wanted to go outside and just tell his wife everything. "I hate you. I fucking hate you. I should go tell her what you've been doing behind her back. I should ruin your miserable excuse for a life." She said.

It sounded like a good idea to her, but she wasn't that hateful. No, she was just a 16-year old girl who had just got rid of her family for him. "But I'm not going to. At least not now. I could, but I won't, because I'm sure you'll cheat on her again, and she'll find out. You're probably with some other girl now too. I hope you rot in hell." She suddenly opened the door and pushed him outside. She never noticed the long snake that tripped him, or the fact he landed in a puddle of mud when it hadn't rained for a while.

She shut and locked her front door. "How dumb can I honestly get?" She whispered to herself, the same phrase she had used the night before.

"Aw, you ain't dumb, toots," Beetlejuice said as he floated above her. He was still there. And she was still angry and upset.

"Oh go away you pedophile. You shouldn't have heard that. What the hell are you doing still here anyways? I paid you already. You should be gone." She said, but she wasn't yelling...she sounded the most quiet as she had since he had met her.

"You signed a contract in blood, maybe not yours, but it was still blood. Soooo I have rights to haunt you now. For as long as I want to." He explained. She seemed down. "So who was the fruitloop?" He asked, turning into a big cereal piece.

"That is – was my boyfriend." She replied as she suddenly looked down. "You can have the spare bedroom if you're staying, just stay out of my way." She said, her fierceness back suddenly as she stood up and headed to the kitchen, pulling item after item out of the fridge.

Soon enough there was a line of vegetables on a cutting board. She picked up a knife and started to chop up tomatoes, celery, zucchini and other random foods. Although all of it was healthy she looked like she was going on a binge. She put it all in a bowl and then splattered ranch all over what was once healthy.

She hated feeling so fat and ugly and unwanted. She took a piece of zucchini and put it in her mouth, eating it. She ate the cut up veggies one by one, losing her sorrows in eating. She knew it was an unattractive trait in a girl, but...she didn't care. Who did she have to impress anyways? She had eaten almost half of the bowl before it was taken away from her and she gave a sound of objection.

"Hey, give that back!" She said, although her mouth was full so it sounded more like "gish hav bac".

"I'm sorry, I don't speak depressed teenage girl." Beetlejuice said as he took the bowl, floating away. Although he wouldn't dare eat it. "How can you bear to eat this disgusting junk?" He asked, turning into a pile of trash as he shoved the bowl in the fridge despite her complaints.

"I could just send you away." She threatened. He had taken away her refuge...she always ate when she was depressed, although she was a vegitarian so she rarely ate anything unhealthy. She pouted a bit in her chair. She had wanted to go on a binge, she was already unwanted so why did it matter.

"You're no fun." Beetlejuice complained to her. He suddenly did his wheel of terror trick as his head turned into a merry-go-round with scary ghouls and snakes coming out of his head. His trick didn't work though, where it would've made other people shriek in terror, she just yawned.

Was he losing his touch? She wasn't scared of him at all. She barely blinked. She was the most angry yet unemotional girl that he could think of.

Aya just looked at him and shook her head. "I...just don't want to deal with people, especially perverted old pedophiles." She stood up and stormed upstairs. She was so angry she was shaking, but he knew it wasn't about him. She walked into her room, jumping onto her bed.

She buried her face in her pillow and in the "privacy" of her room she cried herself to sleep. She didn't care about the ghost that was in her house. She didn't think Beetlejuice would see her cry or that if he did, he would actually care.

So much for thinking things could work out with Leslie...

A/N: This chapter is a lot shorter then the last one. The next few chapters are gonna be more interesting, I promise. I have the next few chapters planned out so it shouldn't take me long to type them.