Chapter 46: Chapter 46
"FINALLY, we get to watch a movie together," Deive said then stretched both arms at the back of the sofa inside the living room. It was as if he wanted to put his hand on Callea's shoulder.
She had been busy these past few days because she was back to working on her story again. And because she finished a crucial scene, she was free to watch a movie again. She needed to relax a bit get some ideas that would help her out. Deive discovered some horror movies for her in Netflix and he had been bugging her to try it out.
Deive picked up The Devil's Candy about a heavy-metal-loving artist who channels some bad energy when he moves to a Texas farmhouse with his family. It so happens that a man killed his family inside that house because the devil commanded him. And now he roams around the town to kill children which serve as candy to his devil lord.
Callea's eyes were concentrated on the television. While her other hand was busy in writing ideas flowing in her head.
"No! No! No! The candyman will take the child. Someone should stop him," Deive suddenly blurted out. "How could we help the poor child?"
"Let's just see what will happen next," she said and watched as the man covers the child with a blanket then carried it inside the room of a farmhouse where his devil lord was.
"A-Aren't you scared?" he asked her in awe. "You are so cool about this film."
"Deive, there is nothing we can do about the kid. Don't be so emotional about it. It is just fiction." Then she kept on writing and smiled. "Damn! This man is brutal. He used the saw to cut off the body while the kid is still alive." Her blood was pumping with each exciting scene. Every time she saw blood flows, her hands' movement becomes faster.
There was a scene where the main character's child was kidnapped and the villain put duct tape all over her. There was Satanic hymn at the background. Then the drum beats faster in tune with the beat of her heart. The child's acting was so good that see the horror in her beautiful eyes, knowing she would die any minute and she couldn't escape death. But how would she die this time? She was excitedly waiting if her father could still save her when the TV suddenly went black.
She stopped writing, her hand let go of the ballpen and it rolled on the floor. The idea stopped flowing in her brain. "Huh! Why did it stop? Is there something wrong with the TV." When she looked at Deive's direction, he was grinning at her while holding the remote control. "You turned it off?"
"Do you know why guys like loves to watch horror with their girlfriends? We want our girlfriend to hug us when they are scared."
"Okay," she answered nonchalantly then nodded. "I still don't get why you turned off the TV."
He sighed then caressed his own face with his palm in frustration. "You don't pay attention to me. You are not even scared."
"Why should I be scared. I am a horror writer," answered Callea in a matter-of-fact tone.
His shoulder fell. "So, my effort is wasted."
She looked at him in wonder. It means that he wants her to hug him when she is scared. And now he was sulking like a kid. That was silly.
"Try harder next time." If he wants a hug and kiss from her, scaring her won't work. She was not an ordinary woman. She was not easily scared. At least where horror movies or haunted houses are concerned.
"Okay." He cupped her then kissed her. She got that euphoric feeling as if she was floating on air. She never got that kind of high even during horror stories' climax. His kiss was aggressive as if he wanted to devour her. It was not shy nor careful. He wanted her to open up to him, to let him in. So, she opened her lips so that he could deepen the kiss. Deive has perfected the art of kissing and she felt his hand on her nape. Her internal organs were changing places.
She was scared to have a private moment with him. He might open up about Keiran's offer and he would just leave. Now that he kissed her again; does it mean that their deal was still on? Would he like to marry her still?
She was even startled when the television suddenly opened. He stopped kissing her and she was gasping for air. What the hell happen? Why did he stop kissing her?
"You can watch the TV now," he declared with a smug smile on his lips. Then he used his hands as a pillow to his head.
"What the hell just happened now?" she asked with a growl.
"I hate being ignored. And that is your punishment for ignoring me. I thought you would stop working so you could spend time with me. I am jealous of the candyman, really. Go on. You could go back to writing. I already got my fill of you so I would be fine if you will ignore me for fifteen minutes. I am not demanding too much of your attention. I am fine."
Her hand was trembling when he picked up her ballpen while the rest of her body was singing. No, she couldn't write anymore. Her ideas were frozen. She couldn't understand a thing about the show. Even her heart was beating painfully but for a different reason. She was longing for Deive's kiss.
"Are you scared?" Deive asked in worry and held her hand. "You are cold."
"I am just fine. You are right. I just want to relax. No more working," she said then lay her head on his shoulder and they watched quietly aside from a little comment here and there. He just smiled then played with her hair as they watched.
She was happy to press her body against his during those scary scenes. So, that's how normal women act when watching a horror movie. And she felt like a normal girl. She was not scared but she was feeling giddy because the way that Deive put a protective arm around her, ready to protect her as the candyman terrorize some more.
It was not bad to be a normal woman sometimes.
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