"I was just a little tired and caught off guard," I said hoping he wouldn't notice I was lying. He walked toward me and put his face in front of mine. I could feel his warm breath on my face. He looked straight into my bourbon eyes. This would often make me break and confess what I did or what someone else did. It would often cost them their life or unbelievable torture. His favorite type of torture was parallelization. He could do what he wanted to them. He made them feel pain. He would have an assortment of knives and many other materials that would cause harm to them. I would hide in my room, under the bed sheets, scared and frightened. I asked my father what he would do to them, when I heard screaming and pleads for help coming from the torture room. He never gave me an answer. When I went in that room and no one was in there, I saw blood and the victims that lay on the table in the middle of the room. To others it might seem like a regular study room. To me it seemed like a living hell.
"Hmm, I believe you Tamara. You can go now thanks for the book," he moved away from me and sat down on his throne flipping through the pages. I was a bad liar, but I can't believe he didn't notice I lying. I walked out of the King's abode and walked into my room grabbing a fresh pair of clothes. I sat on my bed and slipped my feet out of my boots and rubbed them. After standing in the room for the longest time I reached for my nightstand and got some Tylenol. I grabbed the glass of water and swallowed the pills. As they made their way down my throat. Someone knocked on the door, almost making me choke.
"Who is it?" I asked hoping it wasn't dad.
"It's Ryan. May I come in?" I walked to the door and slowly turned the knob. Pulling the door open slightly making a small sliver big enough so I could take a peak.
"What do you want?" I asked impatiently. I wanted to get in the shower. I haven't taken a shower for days because of that stupid book.
"I was wondering if you wanted to train later?"
"What happened to my other trainer Michael?" I asked confused. I haven't been training for the past few days and didn't even notice.
"He was one of the demons exorcised when Jack came and we had to kill him after the battle."
"Okay, Sure?," I was disappointed. I liked him, he helped me learn different defense techniques since I was a little girl. He taught me martial arts, tae kwon do, and many different types of techniques I could do with a blade. He brought out the inner soldier in me. He was my inspiration.
"What time and place should we meet?" His face lit up like I said yes to someone that had asked me out.
"At Lake George, Louisiana at 8:00 in the evening," he looked at me confused and sighed. I wanted to go because I wanted to meet the Winchester brothers.
"Okay, I'll be there," I motioned him away. He turned and looked at me one more time before leaving. I grabbed my clothes and walked to the bathroom. I closed the door and turned on the radio, as I slowly increased the volume and adjusted the radio station to the right setting I got out of my dirty clothes. I felt tired and wanted to take a nap. I walked into the shower and turned on the water. Warm water splashed my face as I wet my hair. I grabbed my vanilla scented shampoo and lathered my hair. Every moment I stayed in the shower the sleepier I got. I quickly washed myself and got out of the shower. I got my clothes on and checked the time when I walked out of the bathroom. It was 2:00 in the afternoon.
"I have time," I said, placing a towel where my head would go, so I wouldn't get my pillows wet, and layed down covering myself in warm blankets and drifted off into a deep sleep.