I am no longer able to feel so comfortable in their company since I remembered what I saw in the dream, or rather in the memory of my past. I was just a child. I was only five years old when I was kidnapped, and they committed suicide before my eyes.
It is an image that I cannot erase from my mind every time I look at them. Even if I try at all costs to forget it, I can't.
And this time I'm watching Thomas throw a rubber ball to my ex-boyfriend, and it looks a little strange because I get the impression that he's playing with a dog. He does this on purpose because Victor is unable to catch it, and it literally flies through his hands. Supposedly, this is an exercise for him to gain the ability to grasp objects and also to feel them, but from my perspective it looks more like a degrading game.
I really have no idea why the demon dislikes my ex-boyfriend so much.
I rest my cheek on my hand as Andy sits down next to me on a chair in the garden with a sad face and sighs. The air at this time of year is already very cool, but I don't mind. I'd rather be outside for a while than sit another afternoon inside four walls and put up with Thomas' annoying chatter.
Yes, at least he has an occupation and I can take a break from him.
- I heard an interesting piece of news. Apparently, Lisa has taken hard on you and you have no access to alcohol. It's sweet that she takes such care of you.
Perhaps I put it wrong, because Andy looks at me with such a gaze that the only thing missing is for him to start growling at me. I understand how sensitive an alcoholic is when he doesn't have access to his favorite drinks.
He is an angel, so he won't get it himself. So far, he has used Lisa for this, but this demonic girl had enough after the last time and decided to cure him of his addiction. Although. I don't know if she realizes that her tactics are not the best....
It's been gathering a decent storm for a few days now. I can see that Andy is upset. He looks worse and worse with each passing hour. I would not like to find myself in Lisa's skin.
And I'm right, because a moment later there was such lightning in the sky that shivers ran down my spine.
Where did it come from when it had been cheerful so far?
- What just happened? - I ask with concern in my voice, looking at the impassive face of the Guardian Angel.
- Information that the board of directors is meeting. It's a call," he replies, putting mint gum in his mouth. - And how am I supposed to get through this without my anti-stress measures?
- Is it that scary up there?
I can imagine what discipline must be like in heaven. How much they listen to, how much evil they have done....
- It's so boring that I fall asleep.
- So why then do you need anti-stress measures if nothing happens there?
- Well, what do you mean why? When nothing, it's happening around me, then my body suffers.
- You are strange. Who chose such a Guardian Angel for me? - I announce truthfully.
He fulminates me with his eyes.
- I am strange? Out of curiosity, I overheard a few times what people in college think about you, and guess what.... every one of them thinks you're a freak.
I laugh nervously as I realize she is telling the truth. Lisa has led me from being the most popular girl at the university to turning into a lunatic.
- Why are you chewing gum! - I open my eyes wide as the blonde appears in front of us along with a gust of wind. - For mint breath fly other angels, what not? It has come to my attention that there are some pretty good chicks sitting on the board of directors. Apparently, that's why all the angels are happy to be there. - The deviless grabs him by the chin and digs her nails into his delicate skin, at which I stare with my mouth open. - Alcohol for stress? Definitely. I know that before the meeting, you all pour yourselves a glass each to have more courage for the hookup! - yells out at him, so I just walk away before I accidentally flop.
Thomas looks over his shoulder and only shakes his head when he sees that his twin is once again setting up jealousy scenes. Nonetheless, she pushes back anyway, saying that Andy is hanging off her and hanging like a hole in her pants on a rope.
I approach him to get as far away from the tumultuous mix as possible.
- Take care of my children. - Lisa crinkles her eyebrows. - Let me just see that one bottle has even a small scratch, then....
- Then what! - The blonde assumes a fighting stance as she takes her hand away from his face. - What are you going to do to me!
He smiles mischievously.
- We have a secret. - He raises an eyebrow, and then a childish grimace appears on her face.
- You know that I will disfigure you in the cruelest way if you even breathe a word....
- Take care of them," she repeats, and I watch the wonderful white wings grow from his back. Since Andy has an alcohol-free diet, I have to admit that his feathers are fabulous again.
The angel soars upwards and then disappears between the clouds, leaving behind a golden glow.
I look to the side and only now realize how close Thomas' face is to me.
- A di di di," he says to me cares singly, when his lips are only two centimeters from mine.
He pulls my nose with his fingers, and at that moment a flash comes into my mind. I see his face and he's doing the same thing as at that moment. Only that it is a memory from fifteen years ago.
Does he know who I am? No, that's impossible. After all, Thomas does not remember his life. There is no way he would know what happened fifteen years ago....
*
- How many days does this board last? - I ask, because I'm surprised that my Guardian Angel still hasn't come home, and it's already been three days.
- In heaven, time passes much more slowly," replies Lisa. She sits down next to me and hands me a red wine. - It's from Andy's bar, so let's use his supply while he's gone.
It scares me to think what kind of frenzy he will get into when he notices these shortages.
- My dear brother is just leading your sweetie down the wrong path. Believe me, he is his teacher for a reason.
I take a sip of wine and watch Thomas, who whispers something in my ex-boyfriend's ear; he looks like he's planning a conspiracy.
- Are you serious? Is he going to use him for something?
- Of course, only for fun. I'm planning quite a bit of entertainment, and wait a while, and you'll see for yourself. - The blonde puts out a finger and starts counting down. - Three, two, one...
- I have the perfect plan to make this Saturday night enjoyable.
- Didn't I tell you?
I pull down my eyebrows, waiting for her to reveal this great idea to us.
- Let's have fun at the club. Lately, I've been thinking I've started to live a celibate life," he claims, and at the very thought of it, he gasps with distaste. - And it's because of you. You are leading me down the wrong path. - He wrinkles his nose. - I mean on the good road, but for you, not for me.
- What are you talking about?
He snaps his fingers, and I open my mouth in astonishment when I notice that I'm wearing a red dress that reaches halfway down my thighs and black stilettos.
- I look like... - I can't get the ugly word out.
- Like the sexiest chick in town. - He winks at me and hands me a mirror, and then I turn pale as a corpse on my face. My lips are highlighted with blood-red lipstick, which, together with the eyelashes attached to my eyes, make me look like a luxury prostitute.
- You're doing this deliberately, aren't you? Are you making fun of me?
- I'll take you to a party in hell one day, then you'll see what the best chicks there look like. You'll thank me for being your stylist.
- But we are not in hell.... - I say with horror in my voice.
- Honey, the world is not much different from hell. Believe me, you'll be the hottest chick in town that night.
- If you weren't dead, I swear I'd love to kill you.
He ignores me.
I watch him as he snaps his fingers once again, and his style entirely changes. He's wearing a black wide-brimmed jacket and jeans, and his hair is adorned with a red bandana.
- Don't think to yourself that we will go out somewhere together. You look like my pimp," he says.
Victor, standing behind him, measures us from the bottom up and nods appreciatively.
- You have no taste at all. It's terrible," I turn to the twins. - What's with the red color? Do you love it that much?
- It's the color of sex. - Lisa eloquently moves her eyebrows.
- Is that why you dream of a red bathroom?
- I love the color because I associate it with blood. - Thomas is a lunatic, so I don't speak on the subject at all. - And if you don't move from this couch in a while, I'd love to play Edward the vampire.
- Why Edward? - Victor interjects. - Is that some popular name for vampires?
- Fifty Faces of Grey is hip now, not Twilight," his sister prompts him.
- In that case, I'll play Grey and pump the blood out of you to repaint your bedroom walls with it and make it a room of pain.
I realize how horrified my face is, because right now, he sounds like a sociopath.
I have no choice. I agree to go with them in this outfit before something stupid comes to his mind.
*
I try to cover my face when we enter the club. I get the impression that since I pulled off my jacket, everyone is looking at me. Although. When I glance at Lisa, fortunately, she doesn't look any better than me. She's dressed in a tight red jumpsuit, plus she's wearing stilettos that are so high that I admire her for being able to walk normally in them. Overall, she looks even worse than I do.
Really, we look as if we are under the care of our pimp — Thomas.
Victor is the only one who looks normal, but he is invisible to people, so I can't count on him to save our reputation.
We sit down at the "VIP" type table that Thomas had arranged for us earlier. All kinds of liquor are already set out on the countertop, so it's a good thing Andy isn't with us. I'm afraid those bottles would disappear quickly.
- Come on, let's practice. - The demon turns to the spirit that accompanies us.
I'm curious to see what they're going to do like this, so I keep my eyes on them the whole time, watching as they stride wildly onto the dance floor.
Victor smiles broadly as he manages to lift her blushed dress. The terrified girl looks around as if searching for the culprit and carefully smoother the hem with her hands, not understanding what just happened.
- What childishness. Can you tell me what your brother is teaching Victor? Is this practice?
- Give the boys a break. Let them play.
I roll my eyes and just start ignoring it. I am ashamed enough anyway for the way I look this evening.
Like a lurking tigress, Lisa catches the coolest handsome guy in the club with her eyes, and after a while the boy is already in her snare.
She hunts him down without too much effort, but why does that surprise me, since he is a sex demon?
Everything would be beautiful if it weren't for the fact that tonight's star appears in the club.
I blink my eyelids when I notice that my Guardian Angel is dressed in the garb of a typical rebel. By nature, his light hair is covered with black paint, his eyes are highlighted with crayon, and currently he looks more like a demon than an innocent being.
With a bold step, he heads to Lisa and grabs her in his arms.
- I just became a rebel.
What, are they all crazy? What else is going to happen this night, if this is just the beginning of the fun?
- Are you teasing the supervisory board again? What did they say this time?
- They ordered me to give up alcohol, because they will degrade me," he answers her, looking highly indignant. - I told them I wouldn't do it and decided to rebel. I hope it will have the desired effect.
I sigh. I lack words for what problems they experience.
I lift my face and with surprised eyes look at a smiling Thomas, who grabs my hand and forces me to get up from the couch.
He drags me to the dance floor and grabs me around the waist, and I get the impression that at the same moment the air in the club thickens. It becomes stuffy, somehow more dark and sinister. The music changes, people start moving in a more erotic way.
- What's going on?
- I'm just showing you what the best fun in hell looks like.
He squeezes me so tightly that I am pressed against his chest. His face is only a few centimeters away from mine, so I watch his mouth for a long moment.
Something is changing.
I get the impression that someone is playing with my mind and forcing me to play accordingly. I want to dance with him. I would like to surrender to this madness, because every moment I start to like it more and more.
I am aroused.
I put my arms around his neck and boldly look into his eyes. I want time to stop, and after a while it does. Is it because I am gazing into his dark irises?
The air becomes so hot that I get the impression that we are in hell itself. All around us, the heated, sweaty bodies of other clubbers are moving, and I'm not about to stop.
Within a short while, I became addicted to him and what was happening around us.