We head towards the cabin. Aril holds my hand along the way. Making sure I don't trip. "You got a fat ass."
"Nigga thank you…" I groan. "Can I eat like cake?" he lifts his brows. I look over my shoulder. "Pervert." I grimace. "Sit on my face."
"My real name is Chloswintha Sadatoki."
"What!" I swish my head. "Cho--"
"No…" she tosses her eyes in the air. "Say it with me… Clo-like Clone…"
"Clo…" I articulate. "Dos, like Spanish for two." she holds up two fingers. "Clo… dos…"
"Win." she says. "Win…" I repeat. "The." she states.
"Ok. Clo-dos-WIN-the."
"Chloswintha Sadatoki."
"You Asian?"
"I'm mixed. My father is Japanese but he hates it. He changed our name to Thomas. But I like being a spoiled white e-girl and I look the part. I have my mother's eyes." she speaks quickly. Aril pulls my arm and starts kissing it. "You don't even have a dick!" I yell.
"Oh baby, it's gonna come back." he licks my arm. "GODDAMN IT!" I jerk my arm away but he has grip.
"Let's go… we almost there."
On the way to this fucking cabin. We pass a lake and there is a statue sitting at the bank of the lake. "What's that?"
"A statue." states Chlodoswintha. "Do you have a nickname?" I narrow my eyes. "Swan."
"Wow…"
"You got beef?" she puts her hands on her hips. "Attitude."
"It won't change."
"Are really asian?" questions Aril. "Do you know Valentina?"
"Hush…" she retorts. "I'm white passing as shit. The last thing I need to hear is that I have a white best friend."
"You don't count yourself as white?"
She bares her teeth at Aril. "I'M ASIAN. I ATE MY MOTHER!"
"Oh…" Aril and I lower our tones. She calms down and folds her arms. "My mom had me exorcised at four. It doesn't get rid of it. I was tortured by priestn, my mom stuck me out the house and let a pastor put his cane in me."
"You came from all that?" I say.
"Yeah. My dad is so hateful and so loving towards white people. It's an arranged marriage."
"Who?"
"You?"
"Him?" I thrust my thumb at Aril. "This is about marriage?"
"apparently y'all know each other--"
"MY SOUL IS MINE!" I exclaim. "This body is mine! I am me and have always been me."
"Good." says Aril. "This isn't white folk shit. I'm looking for my long lost love in hopes of a sweet passionate reunion." he gags. "I want a bad bitch."
"Why me?"
"I had a crush on you. In school, after your mother put a dog up your ass."
"I don't--"
"Moving on!" Aril gets behind me and pushes me towards the cabin. Swan follows behind us.
When we reach the cabin which is covered by overgrown grass. Swan speaks and the grass sinks into the ground. "I don't have my scroll."
"You a ninja bitch."
"Fuck you…"
There's a padlock over the door. "Break!" it crumbles to the grass. "Come get drunk."
Aril pushes me forward. Is this a punishment for not knowing? "Aril… I'm sorry." I don't know what to do.
"I don't need a sorry. Mokiri, I just wanna see you alive." his face is so soft. "You don't remember everything. I can't blame you. This is good," his hand waves towards a chair with cuffs, straps. "What the--" Aril covers my mouth with his. "Immortality!" he pulls away. "I finally get you to go out with me. We had a good relationship!" he holds my shoulders. "I just miss you!"
"Aril…"
"Stop lookinng at me confused!"
What else should I do? "Shikki started all this shit! He realm. Does it make sense that Shikki went to school with us and you fell in love with her son?"
"July?" I don't know what happened to July after we left the house… "I haven't talked to him."
"Good!" he shouts. "ME! You're in love with ME!"
I can't remember. "It's fine!" he smiles. "All I got to do is get you drunk!" he pulls me to the chair. "Witches are different. Their Good Women. Works Women."
"Aril what are you doing to me?"
"I know the ritual to keep yo ass alive. And some stem cells."
"We'll explain the stem thing afterwards." Swan looks off to the side. "I hate white people."
"Shikki got pregnant. Yes, we got snatched to but she got pregnant and all that magic shit happened. But it didn't save you from your doom! And that's what I'm finna do."
Aril pushes me in the chair and tightens the straps around my wrist and legs. "Aril!"
"Imma rearrange some things. Get you drunk. You won't be a dog because that's a curse." he pronounces. "Aril I'm not a dog anymore!"
"I know! But I have to clean enough. I don't want you dead, I want you clean. Like my mama." He rubs my cheek. "She went to rehab. Clean. You? You can be clean."
"I'm already clean!"
"Yo spirit stank…" he fastens the straps on my feet. "Get the liquor, Swan." It's dark in here. I only notice it when Swan pulls off the coverage in the darkness. It's a box of liquor from the factory. "Start her of with five bottles."
"Aril!" why am I fighting? I can' do shit right now. I don't know what it means to be drunk. I used to be a werewolf. "what are you trying to make me?"
"A Witch. A bad bitch."
"Use a rite on me!"
"But this is the right way." he says. "The authentic way."
"I don't wanna be an addict!"
"You won't! It sounds horrible I know. I take you to rehab at the Department hospital and it cleans you from the inside out. You'll get your markings… recovery is good."
"I'm not an addict!"
"Why do you keep steroids?" I look at Swan. I wanna go to school…
"Okra is my aunt…"
"Liar…"
"You right." he flicks his fingers at me. "OPEN!" my head tosses back with my mouth open. I hear the bottles open. "Okra isn't related to me. But she put my hands down my pants so…"
What…