Seira
Flashback: Seira met C.W's driver, Mr. Eddie 'Ed' Green and went unconscious in the set.
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The car ride was embarrassing and awkward.
I'm glad I am out of that car but obviously, I spoke too soon.
Once I turned around from closing the front door of our house, my dad greeted me with his usual daddy charm.
"I heard you're working for Caesar now, how is working for me any different?" my father confronted me.
I inhaled and exhaled. "Because you always tell me what to do and what I should be doing all the time. And unlike Mr. Conway and Leo, they leave me alone to work and let me figure things out on my own. Now it's great to talk with you but I'm exhausted so excuse me."
I strode through him and made my way towards the stairs when he called my attention.
"You can at least try to work with your sister in the resort!"
The second I heard 'work with your sister', my face turned sour and I looked back at him to decline the ridiculous offer.
"If you're trying to persuade me to work in the resort, you made things even worse dad, because I don't need guidance and especially one coming from Georgia."
"Then what do you want? What is the problem?" he asked, a bit louder this time.
"You. Georgia. Both of you are the problem," I replied in a second and escaped the room before things get out of control.
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I'm on my bed staring at the ceiling in the middle of the night with my stomach growling.
I did not get out of my room after the argument with my dad and skipped dinner.
My rational self beat my irrational self and that is why I am on my way to the kitchen.
I heard the television playing a replay of Game of Thrones and realized it was the only light illuminating the whole room.
My father is asleep on the couch and I crept past the living room and into the kitchen where I got myself a plate and almost put food on it when a dragon screamed in the background startling me and smashing the plate to pieces.
I silently cursed and crouched down the floor and hid behind the counter.
I waited for my dad to discover me hiding but I only heard him switch off the TV and lights and head upstairs.
I stood up and realized the entire room was dark and it was hard to see.
I was almost going to look for the cleaning materials when a huge figure stood outside the sliding glass doors across the counter.
It was nothing compared to the very masculine nightmare on elm street figure I saw back at Oblivion. This one is very short and appeared to be very round. Nonetheless, it looks intimidating and scary.
I started to move away without taking my eyes away from the figure when suddenly it ran away in the direction of the front door.
My body became alert and I ran to warn the others while looking out for the figure outside the windows when my body smacked into another.
I closed my eyes, fear injecting through my veins and it made me unable to move, to escape.
Only a finger of distance separated us and I used my hands to do it. My hands grasping lumps of flesh that felt like a bag of slime.
The figure grumbled and I started shaking. Oh God, make me move away.
It turned on the nearby lampshade on my right and it illuminated part of its face.
Its figure is the same as the one that appeared outside and it has gotten inside the house.
I can see its unearthly white face with deep black holes surrounding its eyes and replaced its mouth with a deep black frown.
I want to run, but my body won't budge so my natural instinct to scream kicked in.
I screamed my heart out and the figure screamed back at me.
My hands coiled and became stiff as so did my legs, until the lights were turned on and I immediately closed my eyes to avoid looking at its entirety.
"You're holding my lumps!" it growled.
I opened my eyes and saw the face of the figure.
My heart rate gradually turned to normal as I realized, it was only Mrs. Goldberg! With a face mask applied to her face.
"What do you think you're doing?" a voice spoke beside me that made me flinch and looked at the one who said it.
It was only the devil herself, Georgia.
"I know you liked my hugs and my attention, but...can you please release...me sweetie?" Mrs. Goldberg muttered and I narrowed my eyes on her, confused.
Out of the blue, Georgia let out a very annoying guffaw.
In between laughs she said, "A...fetish for...saggy boobs."
She then pointed at my hands separating me and Mrs. Goldberg.
I looked down horrified out of my mind.
I'm holding saggy boobs!
I screamed and shook my hands like crazy, attempting to dust away the horror.
And in my reckless attempt, I bumped into furniture's in which expensive figurines, vases, and decorations shattered on the floor.
Georgia stopped laughing and prevented me from doing any more damage by slapping my face.
"Are you trying to wreck the house or what?!" she angrily spat to my face
She shook her head in a disapproving manner and went back to her room upstairs.
I looked at the mess I made in the living room.
I heard Mrs. Goldberg sigh. "You also need to get to bed Seira, you have work tomorrow."
My embarrassment is now replaced by guilt and I offered to clean the mess that I made.
"No, I'll help you," Mrs. Goldberg resisted and instead of me accepting her help, I lightly pushed her back to her room in which she finally gave in.
When I was finally left on my own, the hair on my arms suddenly tingled and I remembered the figure outside the sliding glass door.
I debated to myself on whether or not the figure I saw was real or it was just me hallucinating in the middle of the night.
My rational self won. And I started to clean the mess I made but not before turning on all the lights and shut all the doors and windows.
Yep, I believe that I may have been hallucinating but it's also rational to take precautions!