Louella slipped her cell phone back into her handbag and scowled. She’d contacted that mealy Dr. Covington and asked to get her sister moved to another room. She’d hoped that the journal would surface during the shift; especially if she had a small crew packing her sister up who was on the lookout for it. The doctor had adamantly refused to cooperate. Not only that, but he’d chastised her for trashing Davina’s room while lecturing her that her money for Davina’s stay didn’t give her carte blanche with the institute.
Since she could think of no other way to root out the journal, she was determined to get her sister moved. Without Dr. Covington’s cooperation, she had no choice than to call in the aid of her lawyers.
She’d hoped to pay a visit to Derek’s office to discuss it, but when his secretary put her call through to him, she discovered that he was just leaving a client luncheon at a restaurant not far from her home. He insisted on meeting her there. She shuddered at the thought of having to be alone with him so soon after his last visit. They were usually spread far enough apart to allow her time to recover from her disgust. She was grateful that his partners weren’t as virile as he was and only wanted to visit her a few times a year. Unfortunately, Derek stayed consistent with a visit at least once a month. More if he could manage to pin her down. She was sure he was hard as a rock with anticipation and pleasure at being able to have her so soon again. She sometimes questioned the wisdom in having sex be part of her payment plan to them. She’d grown so used to using it to get what she wanted, she didn’t consider the fact that it would be an ongoing obligation and not simply a one-time thing. She could have managed it if she’d only had to do it once. She wasn’t sure how she’d survive a future of his constant visits.
She felt as if her world was falling apart as she pulled into her drive at the same time as Derek. His double chin was even more pronounced than usual from the broad grin he gave her. He looked like a kid who’d just entered an amusement park with an unlimited pass in his possession. Doing her best to hide her revulsion, she allowed him to kiss her and lead her into the house.
“I want to have you on the kitchen counter today,” he said in a voice husky with passion.
“I want to talk business first.”
“Nope. I know that trick. You’ll talk business, get the advice you need, and then feign a headache or some other sickness. Pay up first. Then, we’ll talk.” He went to the refrigerator and pulled out a can of whipped cream and a container of stewed strawberries. A devious chuckle came from deep in his throat as he said, “I left lunch without dessert.”
Louella weighed the situation against how badly she needed his help. That journal was like a ticking bomb. Anyone reading it would discover the truth and her plans would be ruined. She couldn’t go around killing everyone who read it; even if she was able to discover who it was. She had to get her hands on it and destroy it. She needed Derek’s help. Therefore, she needed to endure what was to come. Once again, she cursed her stupidity in hiding the journal instead of destroying it.
She involuntarily backed away as his thick hands reached out for her. He chuckled and made a comment about it being too late for her to act coy before he pulled her close and ravaged her mouth with kisses that she couldn’t bring herself to return. She could feel the bile rising in her esophagus. If she couldn’t get it under control, she just might not have to fake sickness after all. Realizing that this might anger him and prevent her from getting the help she needed, she forced it back down into her stomach and emptied her mind as best she could to get her through what was to come.
Her body shuddered with revulsion that he misinterpreted as anticipation as he stripped her naked. She noticed that he hadn’t removed his own clothes and was grateful for it. It was bad enough to have his hands and lips all over her without having to look at his disgusting fat and boil ridden body as well.
He’d slathered the strawberries and whipped cream onto her body’s private parts and took his time eating it off. If that wasn’t repulsive enough an ordeal to endure, she soon learned that she’d suffered through his use of her body only to discover that he was non-committal about helping her get Divina under tighter control. It was time to make some changes. If he was going to use her and then not help her to her satisfaction, it was time to rid herself of him and his partners.
She knew of a magic woman who she was sure would help for the right amount of money. Fortunately, she had a good deal of that to work with.
After unceremoniously pushing him out of her home, she raced to shower off the remnants of strawberries, whipped cream and Derek before heading out to get the help that she needed to be rid of him for good.
Her mind raced with the possibility of being free from her toxic relationship with her lawyers as she drove to a section of town that reeked of ill repute. It seemed to her that the magical shops she’d patronized over the years were always located in a dangerous section of town. It never dawned on her as to why until then. She was a murderer and a thief intent on soliciting the aid of magic. Doing so out in the open was something she wouldn’t want to do. Neither would others. It made the locations that were almost impossible to find make sense.
Smoke and incense assaulted her as she slid through the doorway and into the dimly lit room. She stood for a minute to allow her eyes to acclimate to the change in lighting. They watered from the heavy air to the point she had to rummage through her handbag for a tissue to wipe them dry.
“Can I help you?” came a rich, female voice from an undetermined location.
“I’m looking for Sybil.”
“We have a front door,” the voice said dryly.
“I parked out back. This door was easier.”
“It was also more discreet, Louella Mitchell.”
Her eyes grew wide with apprehension. “How do you know me?”
A sound that was a blend of a cackle and a laugh echoed off the painted cinderblock walls. “Why did you come to me if you don’t believe in me?”
“I believe in you for some things,” Louella said as she did her best to maintain a confident demeaner.
A tall, heavy set woman in a colorful caftan weaved her way through a beaded door curtain. She stood only yards away from Louella, yet she could feel the woman’s power. She’d never felt such energy from a human; especially one so far away. This raised the question… Was Sybil human?
The witch slowly circled her while looking her up and down as if she was on display for sale at an auction. “Your aura is dull. Your body is worn out. You had sex with a demon. Hmm, several demons. I cannot help you.”
Louella gasped with panic as she watched the witch turn and go back through the beaded curtain. She had to help her. She just had to. “Wait! Please, you have to help me.” Tears spilled freely. “You have to. Please, come back.”
When silence greeted her, she took a deep breath and bounded through the beads. It was as if she’d walked through a portal to a different dimension in a different world. Perhaps she had.
She was no longer in a brick building. She was in a darkened cave. A few scones with candles illuminated colorful pictorials painted by expert artists on the walls. The colors were bright and happy, but the stories they told were dark and eerie; almost frightening. She stopped to take them in before calling out for the witch and demanding she reply.
Once again that cackling laugh echoed off the walls. Louella did her best to trace its origin, but couldn’t. “Show yourself. Please. I need you to help me.”
The woman stood up from a chair she’d been sitting in deep in the shadows of the cave. “I don’t mess with demons.”
“I’m not a demon,” Louella insisted.
“You spread your legs for some,” the witch said accusingly.
“If I did, I wasn’t aware that they were demons. I… I’ve had to sleep with a few men lately. That’s why I need your help. I want to be free of them.”
“Free of men?”
“Those men.”
“They aren’t men,” the witch insisted.
Louella took a deep breath to still her over excited heart. “Whatever they are, I need to be free of them.”
“No demons. I don’t mess with demons like that.”
“Not the demons, my lawyers. They’re wicked and as crooked as the day is long, but they aren’t demons. They make me pay for their services with sex and money. I want to be free of them.”
“That’s not all you want.”
Once again, she was taken by surprise to the point she gasped. “My sister has a journal that I need.”
“The one you killed your aunt for?” the witch asked with disdain.
“How did you….”
“Why should I work with such a spoiled child who would kill their own flesh and blood over a journal her sibling scribbled in?”
“She was going to ruin everything,” Louella said, defensively.
“She still could,” the witch said as she walked up to Louella and took her chin in her hand. “Did you know that your sister can speak to ghosts?” When Louella shook her head, she added, “Soon, your aunt’s ghost will find her way to your sister. By then, your aunt will have remembered all and your sister will be told.”
“My sister is in an asylum for the insane. No one will believe her,” Louella said with confidence. “Now, will you please help me? I can pay. Anything you ask. It’s yours.”
The witch’s eyes glowed an orange red as she turned Louella’s face to the left and then to the right. “Anything, you say?”
Louella’s swallowed hard while she prayed that the witch wasn’t going to do something freaky like ask her for sex. Anything, but that. She spoke in a meek voice, “Anything, but sex.”
Sybil’s head fell back as she let out a full bellied laugh. “You have no worries there, my little girl.”
Davina’s hand flew over her heart as she read the page in her journal that told of her love affair with T. J. Oh, how she wished she’d retained the memories of such a touching moment as what she’d written. Her words were descriptive enough, but they still didn’t bring the full impact of the love she shared with him to the surface for her heart to savor.December 2It’s been months since I met T.J. (I told him I keep a journal and record him as T.J. because of my spawn sister and he thinks it’s cute. ‘smile’) and returned him to his camp in the woods. Since then, we’ve met up in the city and done such fun things like go to the zoo, walk along the river while watching the sunset, wonderful candlelight dinners, a few movies. It’s been beyond fantastic. I haven’t invited him home for obvious reasons, so we’ve had to steal our kisses wherever and
Theo made his way down the hall to the wing where Davina’s room was located with the medications she was expected to take. He’d managed to convince, Nancy, the floor nurse that, although he was an orderly and not a nurse, he was capable of taking the meds that they’d portioned out for her to her room and waiting to make sure that she took them. Since they were overstaffed, Nancy gave him little resistance.Turning his head in all directions as nonchalantly as he could, he checked to make sure that no-one was watching as he slipped into the wing’s supply room.After dumping her meds down the drain of the utility sink, he pulled a packet of pills from the inside pocket of his lab coat and placed them in the small, paper cups he’d just emptied. Then, after peeking out to make sure the coast was clear. He stepped back out intothe corridor and continued to her room.He found her sitting in the chair by her
Davina paced the garden of the asylum that was designated for the patients to enjoy from one o’clock until four o’clock in the afternoon. She hadn’t seen Theo in three excruciating days. She knew it was because she’d run after him like she had. Nancy probably had him assigned to a different floor. She supposed that she could understand the nurse’s concern to a degree. Having a woman who was deemed mentally unstable yanking at locked doors while seeking an orderly had to look suspicious. Actually, it was. But, not in the way Nancy thought. He said he’d figure out a way to get her out. Since she was positive that Dr. Covington was on the take from Louella and had no intention of ever deeming her healthy enough to release, Theo had to be scheming a plan and she couldn’t stand one more minute of not knowing what it was.They’d not only moved Theo to a different part of the asylum
Davina was hesitant to follow the men out of the clearing. After all, she barely knew Theo; not to mention she’d just done some type of crazy teleporting which she didn’t even know was possible. Had he really called her my Davina? This was all too weird.“I will explain everything to you, I promise. Just trust me a little longer. We need to get your head clear again. Please,” Theo whispered as he took her elbow and gently coaxed her to go with him.“My head isn’t so messed up that I don’t understand that we teleported into this clearing,” she said. Then, with wrinkled brow, she touched her temple with her free hand and added, “Or, maybe it is. We did teleport, didn’t we?”He smiled and nodded as he nudged her forward. “We did, and I’ll explain it when your head is clear enough to understand.”She dug her heels into the soil to prevent him from
Louella slammed the telephone receiver into its cradle as she released her frustration with a scream. Those bumbling idiots at the asylum had lost Davina! How could that happen? She’d selected them because of their reputation for being unscrupulous enough to allow the almighty dollar that was paid by the family to influence how well they treated a patient, or how long they kept them. The institution was basically no more than an outlet for families of wealth and power to rid themselves of troublesome family members under the guise of mental health. In its thirty-four years of being in business, no one had ever escaped; until now.This was a disaster. She needed to act fast. With the journal in her sister’s possession and her sister now free to seek help, there was no telling what would happen next. She didn’t understand why things were going so badly. Other than murdering her aunt upon impulse, she’d taken the time t
Louella slowly slid off the alter and stood motionless while she made sure that her legs were able to service her. She’d climaxed in a way that she’d never thought possible -especially at the hands of a woman- and she was still trying to stabilize herself. When she was sure she could move, she weaved her way on very wobbly legs to the pile of clothing Sybil had stripped from her and left on the floor where she’d stood.Her bra was useless since it was now too small to contain her bulbous breasts so she stuffed it into her handbag. She looked down with both panic and disgust at the moist circle forming on her tee shirt over one of her baby watermelon shaped breasts.She was no longer repulsed by the idea of sexing Derek and his partners, but she was in a panic that she wouldn’t find him in time to get the most from the magic milk she offered. She wasn’t sure exactly how the milk thing worked, but she beli
Theo paced the garden outside of the great hall. Davina had been in council with his superiors for over an hour. The suspense was killing him. He’d taken a chance bringing her there, but, as he explained more than once, he didn’t know where else to go with her. He needed time to find a way to undo the damage her sister, Louella, had done so that Davina could return to her life and fulfill her destiny.The main complaint of the conclave was the fact that, by transporting her through realities, Theo may very well have altered her destiny path. This was something travelers were forbidden to do. It was their task to infiltrate their subjects and assist in settling conflicts that threatened the historical timeline. They knew that by divulging their true identity or telling them about alternate realities whenthey weren’t at a level of understanding could potentially alter history. Therefore, it was something they w
Davina was speechless. They’d traveled one-hundred years into the future. The mere concept of doing such a thing was mind blowing. Unfortunately, the awe of their feat was overshadowed by the devastation enveloping them. “Did Louella do this?”Theo was just as speechless as Davina. This was his first trip to this time zone. “She seeded it.”“What do we do now?”“I’ll need a moment to get my bearings and then we’ll find your mentor.”“Sybil must have taught her such terrible things.”“From what I know of Louella, she probably absorbed those teachings like a sponge.”Davina sighed. “She wasn’t, err, isn’t that evil. She’s just a sex maniac. Gosh, I don’t know if she is or was at this point.”“At this point, she was, but she will soon be a reality again. As for her s