Needless to say, the worker got fired and is replaced with one of the nuns who tended to the injured.
Everything went well the next day.
Next day, however was excruciatingly deliberate—perfect for me to sweep and dust devoid someone detecting me, like ahot iron drilled inside my back skull. I could hardly function in normal pace, the eyes kept bugging me.
I intended to stay away. In fact, I intended to stay away from a ten feet pole of a sin—wash my body, if I had to, purifying my hands with Holy Water if I need to.
More insane as Mrs. Rivers’ preference to a spoiled and spotless environment, I’d rather have a less polluted atmosphere than a soiled one.
Screams and giggles interrupted when Adrian emerge in the crowded scene on a busied street, unloading boxes from the truck and settled them on the side street. Estimation of seven girls gawked at him, producing little giggles and exchanged fast whispers to one another. They’ve been gathering on the sideline for a short while, but Adrian come into sight, all hell set loose. Girls, as I predicted, raced towards him, no matter how high the shoes they’re wearing or their wardrobes displayed much skin.
“Adrian, we missed you so much!” the girl in denim shirt and sky blue shorts, she paced her cowboy boots and launched herself to him a tight-locked hug.
“Last night was so fun!” the girl in brown skirt and beige top exclaimed, closely matching or correlating his aesthetics.
“What party?” Adrian’s eyes squinted.
“Duh! The one at Skyler’s house last night! It’s like a water theme park, like Disneyland!”
He side-eyed her in disapproval. “I don’t think Disneyland has a water park,” he pointed out, sounding offended.
“Oh, have you been in a last party at Skyler’s the other day? I promise you this one is going to be better,” one girl in sandy-blonde hair suggested brightly.
“No, I haven’t. I’ve been occupied,” he explained.
“So, I was thinking,” another girl in red interrupted, strutting closer to Adrian in slow, sensuous walk. “Maybe wecould apply for college together. What’s your major going to be? Mine is political science.”
Adrian shrugged. “I wouldn’t know.”
“It’d be interesting if we’re classmates,” the girl enticed. “We could be studying political science, so that we could be co-workers in a law school and catch the bad guy. You could be my boss, if you catch my drift.”
Then she giggled.
Fingernails pinched the foam and dented, as my view turned red.
Oh, that Lucifer’s spawn, I could’ve sworn I saw hideous scaly wings and spiked horns melted behind from a façade on his glow-feathered wings, and a smile carried to his rosy lips grinned to a devilishly sinister, welcoming me—luring me into the dark and cold plate of hell’s layered hole.
That’s the description I could muster.
Each time I brought contemplation, a final yet awful conclusions to be drawn, his smile reappears, his laughter…his veiny and muscled—
Snap out of it, Eva. Thinking of a man’s flesh is a sin!
Shaking my head, I resumed the challenging obligations assigned to me. Thankfully, I don’t stand a chance of communication. I couldn’t survive, not a single minute alone with someone. Conversations weren’t really my forte.
Oh! How Iloathedhim and his charmed, sardonic grin!
Oh! If I could rip my hair locks to shreds and locked it aside at a metal box.
My skin ran hot like someone shoved me inside the hot chamber. My head aflame as if it was on fire, as if I placed my flimsy, numbingly-minded head inside the overheated oven, doused in gasoline—drenched in madness and welcomed death itself—had the devils dancing beneath my feet and insanity. It could be a sign of sin haunting me, haunting and take revengeat my attempt on speaking terms with him—this Adrian. This cursed, spoiled individual!
The son of the devil was born—hidden objectives with hidden intentions obscured behind Lucifer’s beauty and altruistic motives. Like devil, like spawn.
No amount of water would repel this wretched omen.
To think he’s special…as if he is.
Girls flocked him left, right and center, not a single girl had a dull moment with a man like him—gossiped, giddied, fighting for his attention, the noises—the damsel-in-distress noises they produced—it irked me how women flipped their demeanor, their intelligence to dumb it down for this devilish, unholy and twisted, sinful man.