Kapitel 13: Lip Rings and Dreams
Freya
The mirror was my enemy today. No matter how much I didn't want to see myself, I saw myself everywhere. So here I stand, plump, hair messy knotted brown and high and low over my body. My face with skin paler than usual, deep large brown eyes. Cracked lips covered in multi shades of nude because of the cracking and bleeding. Wearing only a black crop top which was held higher by my large breasts, revealing my chubby belly, while I wore black ripped jean shorts that came up higher than my middle thigh. No makeup, freckles everywhere except where little spot of colour from tattoos showed. I was a mess. It had been over a week since that day, my publisher hadn't said anything and just sent me the contract for my new book, and I hadn't seen Mikeal since then. Things were going well, I thought. Then I looked at myself, what was wrong with me? I couldn't do anything but work. I had almost completed the whole book, and I hadn't even left my home, hadn't showered, hadn't even talked to anyone. Sighing I left my mirror yet again, before sitting at my desk looking at the papers after papers of my book, smiling at the images on the pages. Seeing Mikeal's image so much I began to miss him as much as I didn't want to see him, he did something good for me, and I should do something for him. I owe him. Nodding to myself I grab my pencil and start on the ending to my book, finally deciding how to finish the whole thing. Hours passed by before I finally screamed a happy shrill scream and threw my pencil across the room, it making a loud cracking sound on the floor. Jumping up I began to dance around hair flying into my face as I laughed and celebrated alone. My publisher and editor should love this, I love this. Quickly I grabbed the pages and scan them into the computer so I can send them right away to my editor Sebastian, whom I also hadn't heard from, not even Nancy had called me to scold me about the party. After thinking about it, I decided to actually try to locate my phone, because something seemed off that no one had contacted me in over a week. Suddenly a thought came to my head as I scanned the last page into the computer, am I dead? Maybe I died that night and that's why no one has contacted me, maybe I will give Sebastian a heart attack by sending in this manuscript. Giggling at the thought I shook my head at myself and hit send on the email to him.
"Now, where is that phone of mine." I sighed and began to look around my rather neglected home, shuffling through clothes, food boxes and drink containers. Finally after what seemed like forever I located my phone, dead and deep in a pool of a spilled water bottle. "No! Ugh!" I exclaimed out of anger at seeing my phone like that. Well no wonder no one had contacted me, jeez how can I get a new phone now? Closing my eyes I sighed before I put the phone on a table and grabbing myself a new shirt long enough to hide my belly and covered in tattooed mermaids. Boots, check! Wallet, check! It's time to get a new phone and find out the horrible predicament I'm left in after Nancy and the Step Clown being unable to reach me, though they both know where I live.
Mikeal
Sitting at my desk I could hear the chime of a new email alert on my computer, looking up I smirked my lip ring sliding a bit to make room for my top lip pressing down on it. She finished it so quickly, that must be why she was ignoring my calls, though Henry couldn't get through to her either and apparently Nancy couldn't either.
"Well, well little lamb, what have you written in my image." I spoke quietly to myself as I opened the email and that cc'd to me as per the new program I had installed on her computer the last time I used it to send my image to her publisher. My eyes strained to keep on the computer screen as I read and digested every page quickly my smirk slowly turning into a deep frown as I read the story line and looked at every detail she had in the book.
"I gave her my image not my stories, how does she know these meaningless events in my life!" I whispered as I read about myself and the times I had fooled women constantly, about the women who proposed and I left. The women I had used my illusion magic to confuse and bed to gain knowledge or control of a kingdom. But it wasn't until the end when my head felt like it was going to burst and I couldn't help but swipe the monitor off my desk angrily as I yelled loudly.
"For f*ck sakes. If that's how you see me little lamb, then maybe you'll get a little dose of it. Maybe I should of just played with you like my father said to do!" Closing my eyes I leaned back into my chair re imagining the last few pages of her book, she had me seducing a woman who was gorgeous and powerful, but because I couldn't get her I used my trickery to confuse her and right before she's about to do exactly what I want with me, I stop her as my conscious catches up with me and I feel sorry for her, she didn't want what I wanted to give her and I end up stopping it vowing to take care of her instead. Where did she even think of that? Why would she see me like that? Does she really think I'm that weak all because I said some mushy bullsh*t to her?! The anger not subsiding I couldn't stop myself and before I knew it I was up grabbing my fitted leather jacked from the 50's and heading out the door. This lamb will answer why she would turn me into such a hideous person even if some of it was true, she did not know that. Getting into my car I closed my eyes, waiting to catch her scent, as soon as I had it I was driving like a bat out of hell and squeezing my steering wheel so hard my knuckles were white. I found her close to my home that is only mine and not my families, one where I could be alone and question her however I wanted to. I grinned as I neared her walking down the street and slammed on my breaks causing my tires to screech right beside her obviously shocking her.
"Get in." I commanded of her and she raised her brow to me while tilting her head looking at me. "Now Freya." She bit her lip which made me groan as she walked to the passenger side door and slid in.
"Mikeal, why are you here?" But before she could finish her sentence I reached over and buckled her in before speeding off towards my own home. A large house in a gated community where the closest neighbors were miles away from each other. No where to run here my little lamb I grinned.
Freya
"Mikeal?" I called his name again as fear started to rise in me looking at his obviously evil look and angry body language. He had on all the demonic rings he had the first time I met him, and he was in all black. He looked more amazing than I had even imagined for my book. But this scared me, he caused feelings and thoughts I only had my drawings before and never for a real life person, he made things complicated for me. I pulled out my new shiny phone to see if Sebastian had messaged me about my book and just as I was to turn it on it was taken out of my hands and thrown out of Mikeal's newly opened window. I cried out and shrieked as I turned my head quick enough to see it bounce off the pavement.
"Mikeal! I just bought that, how do you expect me to be able to afford a new one!" I yelled at him as he pulled in front of a large dark mansion surrounded by bushes and dark flowers. Without saying a word he got out of the vehicle and pulled my door open waiting for me to get out, I shook my head and crossed my arms. I was way too mad now to deal with his games and mood swings. I looked at him as he leaned over his brown and white hair falling a bit on his face, he looked at me both coloured eyes glaring at me before he ripped the seat belt off of me causing me to shriek a little before I nodded and started to get out of the car as he backed up giving me room. The door slammed behind me and soon my arm was in his as he basically dragged me into the dark basically horror movie ready mansion.
"Mikeal please, why are you in such a shit mood?" I yelled at him and tried to push him off of my arm. He stopped after we got into the place then looked at what seemed to be a butler before continuing to drag me up a set of swirling stairs.
"Mikeal stop please!" I begged him trying to use my ample amount of weight to get him to stop or at least let me go, but it didn't work and soon he threw me into a dark room and I felt myself slamming into something very hard but too close to the door to be a wall.
Wöchentlicher Energiestatus
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