"I got a new job." Patch locked eyes with me, and I warmed in a lot of places. In fact, I was dangerously close to feverish. "Outside?" He asked me. I followed him out to his motorcycle.
"We still have a lot to talk about," I said.
"Talk?" He shook his head, his eyes full of desire. K i s s, he whispered to my thoughts. It wasn't a question, but a warning. He grinned when I didn't protest, and he lowered his mouth towards mine. The first touch was just that -- a touch. A teasing, tempting softness. I licked my lips and Patch's grin deepened.
"More?" He asked.
I curled my hands into his hair, pulling him closer. "More."
"LILLLLLLLLY!!!!!" I hear my mother yell up the stairs.
"Coming mother!" Lily calls back. I look over at her sitting on her bed next to mine. She puts down her barbies and gives me a look like "don't you dare touch them" then she walks out of the room with one final glance at me.
Sheesh. As if I would even want to touch your stupid barbies. I think to myself. I look down at my book but realize the moment is broken. I close the book and turn it over, reading the inscription written on the back. Hush Hush I my favorite book series of all time. Patch Cipriano is my dream. But of course, that's all made up and none of it is reality. Lily comes back in.
"Hey, momma says that I need to apologize to you for ruining your favorite shirt." She gives me a look of "sorry-I'm-not-sorry-I'm-only-doing-this-because-I-have-to-I-would-ruin-your-shirt-again-if-I-could" and I jus smile at her then scowl. Lily is my younger sister. She used to be so sweet but lately she's been nothing but mean. It's like something's snapped in her and now all she knows is mean, rude, and hateful. Lily is 8. I'm 14. Lily sits back down on the bed and picks up her dolls, brushing their hair. I notice how every doll she has, has pale pale skin. And raven black hair. An grey soul-less eyes. They're all very very creepy.
"Lily, where did you get those dolls from?" I ask her, realizing I've never known the answer to this question. Mom would never buy her such creepy looking dolls.
"A friend." She says and then she picks them all up and hugs them, stroking them and kissing them on the head. She looks at me with a glare and then gets up, carrying them all in her arms, and exits the room. Lately lily herself has been creepy. She's always been so bright and happy but now it's like she's trying to weird you out. She's so sad now too. She hardly ever smiles. And when she does it's evil. She shows up in the strangest places and mom thinks that she's been possessed. I don't think it's that tho. I think it's something more. This didn't start until the day I left for the school field trip. I was gone for a week but when I came back Lily wasn't Lily. She wouldn't talk to me or look at me. She barely said anything to anyone. When I asked her what was wrong, this is all I got:
"Nothing's wrong sis. Everything's fine. Your gonna be ok. I'm going to protect you. I have to keep my distance now. I can't let them know that your back. I'll keep you safe from them. A lot of changes are gonna happen tho. For one, I'm going to change. I won't be the same. But I love you sissy. And just your gonna have to deal with me for a bit. I'll send you helpers. They'll take care of you while I'm not myself. I really must go now, before they sense your presence." Then she was gone. She walked away an vanished into the crowd of people at the school. I went to mom and asked her what was wrong with Lily. She told me that some person had broke into our bedroom (mine and Lily's) and she found the stranger talking to Lily in some weird language. Lily wasn't the same after that. Mom says that she was jus dreaming or that Lily was jus traumatized. But ok. I guess that's cool. I'll figure this out tho. But where to begin?