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Honest. But he listened until I finally got to a part where I was able to show him a bit of proof. When explaining when I was turned into a voodoo puppet I slowly lowered my collar to show him the stitches that keep my head on my shoulders. And to show him further proof, I grabbed a napkin and rubbed most of my makeup off. Showing Brian for the first time, my real face.
?**** man,? Brian said, barely able to really process the information in front of him. I could tell he wanted to touch my stitches to make sure they were real. So I did him one better. Tilting my head to the left as much as I could, my stitches strained and for a moment my head separated slightly from my neck. To say that convinced him would be an understatement.
?So that?s why I?m worried about where you?re working,? I explained to him. Finishing up the job of removing my foundation and making it so that I was showing him all of my pale face. ?It doesn?t make sense for me that he?s back,? I mumbled to him.
Brian was still reeling from what I had shown him, but he quickly calmed himself down and nodded a bit. ?Even if he?s back, why would he be after me? I mean yeah we?re roommates but we barely interact with each other.? This was true since I stayed locked in my room for most of the day.
?That?s what?s so confusing to me,? I told him, trying to piece together the cockroach?s plan. It had to involve this new voodoo shop in some way. There was no way it just happened to open up and then suddenly I was having nightmares about Creole inside the dorm.
?Preston doesn?t seem at all like King Creole.? Brain said, breaking the train of thought I was trying to build. ?Really he seems like a pretty chill dude. He just coughs a lot, but if he?s sick I can?t really blame him.? Brian shrugged, getting off the couch where we had been sitting and heading over to the fridge.
?What do you guys even sell? Just like trinkets or something?? I asked, watching him come back to the couch with some sodas for the two of us. I took mine and carefully sipped from it. I still haven?t got the whole drinking thing down so sometimes it leaks out of my stitches.
?Yeah, pretty much.? He said taking a swig from his soda and thinking to himself. ?Yeah, we really don?t sell anything too weird. Dolls, candy, etc. No wishes to speak of.? Taking another swig from his soda I could tell he was still staring at me in between his swigs.
?Can you, just watch your boss? See if he does anything strange? At all?? I asked him softly. Taking slow and careful sips of my soda and so far succeeding in not having a leak. Brian turned to me with a smile and nodded.
?Sure man. And thanks for trusting me with this secret of yours.? He offered me his first, which I returned with a smile and a bump of my own. ?And if I?m being honest? You look pretty cool.? He said with a chuckle, finishing off his soda and placing the bottle on the table in front of us.
?You should?ve seen me when I had button eyes.? I offered with a weak chuckle. Closing the cap on my soda and standing up to go put it back in the fridge. While walking past my room, I leaned down and picked up the steak knife. Looking up to the ceiling to see if there was any sign of Creole?s claw marks. But there wasn?t. With a defeated sigh I placed the knife back in the sink and put my soda in the fridge.
?Hey, Travis? I?m going out with a couple of friends tonight. Any chance of you joining us?? Brain asked with some hope in his voice. I looked over at him and smiled a little. My fingers reached up to scratch my stitches. A sort of nervous tick I?ve developed.
?Maybe next time. I really just wanna try and sleep.? I told him. Feeling bad when I saw he was a little sad about that. But he nodded knowingly and let me go back to my room with another fist bump.
Walking back into my room, I felt like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. Brian was pretty cool with me being the way I am. And I could now safely walk around the dorm without worrying about him catching me without my makeup. Closing the door to my room, I pulled out my phone and set it to charge on my little nightstand.
I was about to lay back in bed when it started ringing. Staring at it I saw that it was Alexandra. Nodding at that, I reached over and picked up my phone. ?Hello??
?Travis I?m scared.? A soft little voice came from the other end. My eyes shot wide open when I realized it was Olivia on the other end.
?Why? What?s wrong?? I asked with more than just a little urgency in my voice. But it was quickly dispelled with her next sentence.
?I?m afraid there?s a monster under my bed.? She softly mumbled to me. I couldn?t help but let out a little chuckle at that. Despite everything she?d been through and seen, Olivia still is only eight years old.
?You still have Tempie don?t you?? I asked her with a soft voice. I could hear her fumbling with the phone in one arm and with Tempie in the other.
?Uh-huh!? She told me quickly. Whatever she did it never failed to bring a genuine smile to my face. She was so innocent and yet I knew she had a powerful drive beneath her small little body.
?Then Tempie will protect you from anything that might be hiding under there,? I told her, lying back in bed with the phone against my ear and continuing on with my assurances that she was going to be okay. It took a bit more convincing but I finally got her to believe that Tempie would protect her.
?Okay.? She finally said to me. Yawning a little bit, since it was past her bedtime. ?Thank you, big bro.? A name that always tugged at my heart. A smiled at her even though she was several miles away.
?Sleep well, Livy,? I told her. Ending the call and placing my phone back on the stand to charge. Laying my head on my pillow I stared up at the ceiling. Sleep was still a strange subject for me. For so long as a puppet I hadn?t been able to. And suddenly I was now able to sleep once again. Sure it was only for a handful of hours but it felt amazing coming from nothing.
Finding myself still staring up at the ceiling I finally rolled over on my side to try and get a few winks of sleep. Whether I was even going to be able to was another thing. With so many thoughts running through my mind about Creole and the voodoo shop, it was a wonder if I slept for even half an hour. Rolling around in bed I couldn?t help but feel that something was off. I couldn?t tell if it was something about my bed or I just wasn?t tired.
Rolling around some more I finally settled on just staring at my bedroom door until I either fell asleep or morning came. Whatever was going to come first. Finally slowly closing my eyes I was jolted awake by scratching coming from somewhere. Sitting up in bed quickly I looked around in pure panic for the source. I must have fallen asleep and that meant that he most likely was here.
?Where are you, you *******!? I shouted, my voice trembling with obvious fear and not bravado at all. I reached into my pocket trying to find any kind of weapon to fight against him. Well, I don?t think lint is his weakness so I was definitely out of luck in that department. My gaze turned to the ceiling fully expecting to see him, but when I didn?t I began to panic even more.
?Never played hide and seek, Travis my boy?? His voice asked me. It felt like it was coming from my head and gave me no idea at all as to where he might be. I gripped my blankets tightly as my eyes darted in every direction to where he might be.
?Alright, you *******. Where are you.? I mumbled, swallowing the bile building up in my throat and getting out of bed quickly. My eyes were dead set on the closet. It was the only spot that the freak could possibly be hiding in. Walking over to it I flung the doors open. Only to be met with all my sweaters and hoodies staring back at me. I was beyond confused, reaching into the closet I threw everything