Friday, March 29, 2013

March Fiction Friday #4

     My Grandmother had always taught me to trust my instincts, and my aunt had always taught me not to trust Jeff.  I was starting to think she was right, but Jeff was my cousin and wouldn’t do anything to intentionally hurt me right?  Right?

“So I was at O’Malley’s trying to get his new bartender to realize what she was missing by not going out with me.  You should see this girl El, she’s beautiful.  I mean not just cute, I mean beautiful, dark brown hair, green eyes, great legs and boobs I…”  Jeff said.

“Jeff!”  I yelled into the phone.  I watched Grover arch his back and stretch before settling back down in a sitting position on the coffee table.

“Oh, right, sorry.”  Jeff cleared his throat. “Anyway, I was sitting at the bar watching Becca when this guy sitting next to me said something.  I didn’t notice him sit down, but then again I probably wouldn’t have noticed much of anything with Becca around.  But it was like he was suddenly just there, you know?”  Jeff said.

          Yeah, I knew.  Leave it to Jeff to not realize there was something not human sitting next to him when there was a pretty girl in front of him.  “Did you talk to him?”  I asked him.

“Yes, he said something about Becca being pretty and that got my attention because I didn’t want him to try and steal her out from under me.  I told him she was off limits.”  Jeff said and I could hear him getting all puffed up about it.  Typically this would have amused me because Jeff’s surfer boy accent mixed with macho man is always excellent entertainment.  However right now, I wasn’t laughing, I was starting to get annoyed.

“So I told him to back off and he just smiled at me.  Then he started asking me a bunch of questions.”  Jeff said quietly.

“What kind of questions?”  I asked.  This was like pulling teeth.

“I don’t know, questions.  My name, where I was from, few others.”  Jeff said sheepishly.

“Others?  What other questions Jeff?”  I asked suspicious now.

“He asked a lot of questions about the family.  I don’t know what happened El; I just couldn’t stop answering his questions.”  Jeff said resigned.

“You answered him?  What did you tell him?”  I could feel the dread creeping over me.

          I heard Jeff take a deep breath before saying, “He asked me a lot of questions about you El.  I don’t know why I kept answering them, I just couldn’t help myself.  It was like I couldn’t look away or lie to him.  It was totally weird.  It was like he put the whammy on my or something.”  Jeff said talking faster now.

          I sat heavily in the chair in my living room.  The phone was still pressed against my ear as I looked at Grover, still sitting on the coffee table looking at me like I was about to do something interesting.  

          This was great.  Up until this morning my life had been running pretty smoothly.  No major issues, no weird incidents in front of strangers that I couldn’t explain, no family harping on my wasted talents, no unexplained “accidents”, no idiot cousins who don’t know when to shut up and no possessed cats.  Normal, up until this evening, I was living a normal, no thrills life.  Now I was stuck in my apartment with a cat that I’m pretty sure could scare the hell out of Charles Manson, listening to a moron tell me he’d basically sold me out to the devil.

          The Others had found me again.  Jeff had lead them right to me and there was no other option other left except to run.  The alternative was being collected and taken to the compound again, and that was just too frightening to think about

“Jeff.”  I said calmly.

“Yeah El?”  He said warily.

“I want you to get in your car, get over here and get me the hell out of here.  Now.”  I stated evenly.  No anger, no panic, just a statement.

“Right.  Ok, how do I do that El?  Jeff asked me.

“We’ll figure that out when you get here.  Just get over here.”  I said.  I had an idea, but I needed Jeff to see if it would work.

“Ok El, I’m on my way.  I’m sorry El.  I should have told you about it, but honestly, up until you called, I’d forgotten it had even happened.  This is so weird; I know the rules, why would I have forgotten?”  Jeff asked.  I could hear him getting into a car.

“I’m not sure about a lot of things right now Jeff, other than you need to help me get out of this apartment.”  I said.

“Right, I’ll be there in 15 minutes El.”  Jeff said. 

          Jeff has plenty of faults.  Unreliable, con artist, lazy, a magnet for trouble, but loyalty isn’t one of them.  Even though he’s a complete idiot most of the time, he’s a loyal idiot and no matter what my aunt says, I knew I could rely on him to come help me.

“Jeff?”  I asked.

“Yeah El?”  He responded.

“Did he tell you his name?”  I asked, dreading the response.

“I think it was something like Sean or Silas maybe, something like that.”  Jeff said sounding confused.

“Simon.”  I said.

“Yeah!  That’s it! Simon.  Do you know him El?”  Jeff asked.  I could hear the hope in his voice.  The hope that I already knew Simon and he didn’t do anything to betray me. 

“Hello again Ella.”  Simon was leaning against my living room door frame again, a small smile on his face. 

          I could hear Jeff saying my name as the phone slipped from my hand onto the floor.

This post is part of a weekly fiction challenge I'm having a lot of fun with.  This month's theme is romance and this week's prompt was:

"In like a Lion, Out like a Lamb"
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  1. who? what? cray-cray in the hood going on there. nice build of the intrigue.

    1. Trying to keep the wanting of more going. Ha

  2. I knew it was Simon next to Jeff at the bar! I am convinced he is the devil! Nice job in continuing the nail-biting story.

  3. You leave awesome cliff hangers. And give me major chills. And I can't wait to find out who the Others are!!