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   Chapter 9 NO.9

Dancing With the Devil By windxdancer97 Characters: 12429

Updated: 2018-01-31 19:24

So, I really didn't know where I was going with this chapter, so let me know how it is. Sorry if it kinda skips around.

Anyways, vote, comment, and fan if you're cool! (Haha, oldest trick in the book...)


When I was five, my dad forced me to watch the scariest movie I'd ever seen. It was about an old man that would stalk people endlessly if they turned him down when he asked them for help, and then kill them in the most grotesque ways. He told me that even adults had been shaking in fear when he'd gone to see it at the movies, but he'd just laughed at their jumpiness. After it came out on DVD, he rented it and showed it to me. I was already apprehensive from his foreshadowing when I sat down on our second-hand couch, barely big enough for me to squeeze between my mom and dad when we watched game shows at night before I went to bed. Now, my dad had tracked me down when my mom was out of the house and sat me down on what suddenly seemed a space too big for my petite body.

I curled into the corner and screamed my lungs out, my dad chuckling on the other end of the brown sofa. When I tried to snuggle close to him, he would push me away, saying that I had to face my fears like a big girl. Aiming to please the most important man in my life, I would inch back to my corner again and again every time he denied my shaking form.

I had nightmares almost every night for almost an entire month. Paranoia swallowed my like quicksand and panic refused to leave me just as willingly as the dirt under my fingernails: not at all. Every dark shadow made me screech with terror, pleading with the empty darkness that I would help. I jumped to attention whenever somebody mentioned me lending them a hand, and don't even get me started on how my dad took advantage of my swift generosity. Of course, he got an earful from my mother every night when I would sneak whimpering to their bed, begging to lay between them in the protective cocoon their bodies made around me.

It took me over a year to agree to see another scary movie, this time with Violet. She'd snatched one out of her dad's movie collection, and wanted to see what all the fuss was about. To my surprise, I wasn't scared at all. Violet was the one clinging to me, while I just watched the screen almost blankly and smirked at the characters' stupidity in their decisions. Yes, because when you hear a noise it makes sense to yell out, "Hello?" to announce your exact location, as if the murderer/rapist is going to call back, "Yeah, I'm in the kitchen! Want a sandwich?"

The point is, ever since I'd faced my fears at such a young age, I wasn't scared anymore. I always offered up the movies that had blood and pitchforks on the covers when Violet and I went to rent some for our sleepovers. The watchful eyes and missing teeth of the actors didn't faze me in the slightest. Of course, when I'd experienced being stalked in real life, that was a different story, but at least Xavier hadn't followed the typical stereotype of an old man and greasy hair like I'd been expecting.

Now, the reason I'm bringing up my pride in conquering scary movies is because, on the other hand, there are a few things that I am absolutely terrified of.

"I can understand the drowning part, " Xavier said to me when I'd confessed my two phobias. "Thunder, though? Aren't you supposed to get over that when you're under ten?"

"I can't help it!" I defended. "It's so loud and sudden, and I just don't like it! I jump every single time!"

He smiled, looking at me like I was a cute little kitten. "Aww, is my little Princess afraid of storms?" he cooed.

"Not storms, " I grumbled, ya

him, but I would allow him a tiny victory. I still had years worth of spunk bottled up for him if he thought he was getting a break. Stupid demon.

Every chaste kiss, every warm embrace, and every brave period of hand-holding flickered in my head, no matter if my eyes were open or closed. In one picture, Jake's intelligent brown eyes laughed at me as we got ice cream. He ordered for me since he knew my favorite flavor, mint chocolate chip. Another time, I was staring at his straight, perfect posture as he ascended a set of stairs to receive his award for persuading the most amount of people who to vote for in the upcoming election. His hand held mine, and I proudly stood beside him as he shook hands with the mayor. The city's governing board had been very impressed. The best and worst memory was of our first kiss, both of us shy and blushing as we leaned in and touched lips, jerking back as soon as it happened. Then, I smiled at him and we kissed again and again and again, hiding behind the school like a couple of rebels, kissing away from the watchful eyes of the staff.

Hot tears ran down my cheeks, feeling like they were leaving a searing path in their wake. The heat contrasted with my cold, breaking heart. Even as the pain in my chest stole my breath away, I let each and every memory assault me. And then, when the pain peaked with each image, I released it from the tight grasp I had on it and let it go.

My shoulders shook with the sobs that tasted like vinegar in my mouth. He could probably smell the saltiness of my tears. I knew I could. He would have to be deaf and have no nerves to not hear and feel my cries of anguish that shattered against my body as sharply and shards of glass. I was surprised he never released my once even as I cried over another guy.

He held me until I fell asleep with wet cheeks and a soaked pillow under my head.


Hey, so do you guys have any ideas for me? I hate to say it, but this story is losing its touch. Big idea or little, I will welcome it and give credit where it is due!

Oh, and if you don't know what to comment about, here are some ideas!

What are your thoughts on James? Do you think was Xavier did was acceptable?

What do you think about Jake? Should Ivy have let him go so easily?

What questions would you want to ask Xavier? How would you react to being around that sexy hunk? ;)

I love you guys! Muaah! <

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