The next day, we had a meeting after watching Abner with the vamps.
"I'm sick of this shit, Quinn. Did you make another one?"
I grimaced hard looking at the mangled creation. "I saw an angel--" Mackayla struck her across the cheek. "Angels fucking exist. That doesn't mean you use them!"
"But… But--"
"Shut the fuck up before I burn you!" retorts Mackayla. "I named him. I name him. He looks like a throne."
"You done fucked around and made a manged body from a dark soul. Your so retarded!" she smacked her again. "Mackayla please, if I get hit again, I'll cry." mumbled Quinn on the verge of tears.
I had to look in the circle of witches to understand what was going on. In the circle was a human head with sucked in lips and closed eyes. Coming out of the bottom, a pair of wing's about the size of the average teens forearm. It didn't move but it could breathe.
"What is it!" blurted a witch maid. "It's ugly and nasty."
"Shut up, Cathleen." Natalija bossed. "Fuck you bitch."
"Hey--excuse me. What the fuck is that?" I pointed out. "Oh, It's the window is open." Natalijia jabs at me. "Your friend made a pet."
"Ugh…" I hate her black ass to death. Natalija has this earlobes that come to chin and the bridge of nose is pierce. And her many chins. She's too skinny for that.
"Look Chloe!" Quinn picks up the head and paces to me. "Look at him." she cradles. I grin, but I'm not happy. "That's nice Quinn. Put him down. You don't have to carry him."
"He likes to be carried, I think he purrs." she hugs the head. "I wanted to find him a body."
"We'll--We'll worry about that some other time." I chuckle patting her back and directing to the door. "I named him to."
"Oh my god stop letting her ass keep them!" yelled Mackayla. "I bet the fucking name is the same as all the others."
"What did you name it, Quinn?"
"I named him Pepsi."
Quinn is strange. She has borderline personality disorder and supposed mental retardation. Like most witches, really all, come from drugs. I don't ask about her pain. I think she was addicted to lean.
"There, there Pepsi." she soothes the head. "We'll go get your features fluffed out for choir."
"Is Pepsi--"
"Number thirty muthafuckin two."
I look over my shoulder at the sisters snarling. I look back at Quinn. "Quinn, why do you keep making those?"
"So I can get pregnant." she says stroking the head. "Like Abner."
"Oh..."
"What in multiple fucks!" hollers Cathleen pulling her red pigtails.
I pat her shoulders. "Quinn you can't get pregnant." I tell her. "I will." she looks at me. "It is what the lord needs."
"She need air!" shouts Natalija. "Come on Quinn. Let me take you to your room… before somebody beats you again."
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"Somebody talk about the bitch!" a witch by the name of Emina. She likes to smoke cigarettes and had a vamp for a pimp. We call her black eyed Emmy for the sunken eye. She has old bruises, cuts, and no money. Still wondering to this day how that nigga got the house. "I cannot stand that little heifer!" states Cathleen. "She made another one!"
"She literally gets paid for these things." says Natalijia. "How is she getting paid?" Emina folds her arms. "I asked those people yesterday if I could have some more cups in my room. They won't give me cups."
"Don't you have like a fixation?" says Cathleen.
"So… I want cups. The cups I have are black at the bottom like somebody already used them."
"Bitch, it's a stain…" Mackayla rolls her eyes. "Mackie… shut up…"
"On serious note she is having sex with the dinosaur one." notes Cathleen.
"I hate the monkey she made with fins like--" says Emina. "Look at my ankle," she gestures.
Her ankle is bandaged but bleeding. "so, this what happened. I was eating a banana--no pun needed--and I see the monkey on my way to the springs so I started walking faster. This had the nerve to walk on those six arms-because she didn't give it feet!"
"I hate them so much…" Mackayla looks as if she's on the verge of tears. "She likes abner, even if we told somebody she was fucking them they wouldn't do anything." I say.
"True…" Emina nods. "Let's kill her."
"For the last fucking time, I'm on patrol!" sneers Cathleen. "Same," pouts Natalijia. "Anybody, pot powder?"
"I ain't even got a sniffle…" said Mackayla.
"I think I got some off Aril." I add. "Really?" Emina's eyes grow. "Hero or crack?"
"I haven't sniffed." I say.
"What you using?" asks Cathleen. "I have a gram of hero when I get it."
"I crush my pain killers sometimes…" Emina shrugs.
"Chloe, give me a pinky nail…" Natalijia opens her hands. I dig in my maids uniform and toss her a baggy. She looks through the plastic disappointed. "Bitch."
"That's all I got…"
"Did you smoke this?" she hisses.
"No!" I yell. "I had like a teaspoon."
"Girl you do blood?" Emina grins. "I haven't had that shit in months. I probbaly have to suck some dick for it now." she snickers. Emina scratches her head, "The last time I had blood. Like pure V, I was fucking my old nigga."
"You don't talk about him no more." says Cathleen.
"He dead." she glowers. "Died in prison."
Natalijia has her chin in her palm. "I wish I was in prison."
My jaw slacks. "Why?"
"I just miss the food." she groans. "What they serve in prison?" I ask.
"Turkey with mustard. When I went in the first time, I hated it. But like, now, I crave it."
"They just give you a giant turkey leg with mustard?"
"With a bowl of beans." she adds.
Wow. My head turns to the lounge door at a noise. "Closwintha, it's time to take the vamps to the car shop." says Marama. I want to ask questions.
"Ok."
Cathleen sucks in the air, "Y'all did you hear gunfire last night?"