Heather’s story part 6
By Varian Milagro
Heather woke up feeling even worse than the day before. Although the nicotine withdrawals weren’t any worse than Tuesday morning, the events at the truck stop haunted her. What had she done to that man? What was she becoming? Was she becoming an agent of evil? Pastor William was quite clear that any supernatural power that wasn’t of God was automatically against God. She didn’t want to be an agent of evil.
Why did Pastor William suddenly leave on vacation? He’d taken vacations before, but they had all been planned weeks and sometimes months in advance. As far as she knew this was the first time he’d ever taken a week off on the spur of the moment. Was Bethany behind his sudden disappearance?
What was she going to do until he returned? Hide away in Abigail’s room during the day and spend her nights at truck stops, smoking and unleashing supernatural powers on random strangers?
What was she going to do about Jimmy and Donna? She had no idea how to protect them from their eldest sister. All she wanted to do was stay in bed and have an all day pity party, but Abigail would have none of it.
“Come on, it’s time to get up,” Abigail said as she tugged on one of Heather’s arms. “It’s almost ten for goodness sake. This isn’t like you.”
Sunday, January 22, 2017
Wednesday, January 11, 2017
Heather's story part 5
Heather's story part 5
By Varian Milagro
Heather bolted up in bed, gasping for breath. The room was dark and it took her a few seconds to remember where she was. For a moment she thought that she was still dreaming, especially when she glanced over at Abigail’s bed and saw a pair of amber orbs glaring at her in the darkness. She fought back a scream until she realized that they belonged to Mr. Whiskers. His owner lay on her side, facing the wall, breathing deeply and peacefully.
She lay back down and reflected on her latest dream. Like the dream the night before, this one seemed more like an uncovered memory than a straight up dream. What had Starshine and Bethany done to her? What kind of ceremony had they performed? It made her wish that she’d slept a little longer, she might have gotten more answers.
As she reviewed the events of her dream she realized that Starshine seemed familiar, not her face, but her voice. She’d heard that voice recently, since arriving at Abigail’s, but she didn’t know where. No one in the house sounded like the old crone and she hadn’t spoken to anyone else.
At least she knew what her body had been craving for the last 16 hours. Although knowing the source of her discomfort was worse in a way. Now that she knew the remedy she fought a mental war with herself. Part of her wanted to rush out and do what was needed to make the pain go away while the other part was disgusted that she’d even consider smoking. Her withdrawals seemed to get worse by the second.
By Varian Milagro
Heather bolted up in bed, gasping for breath. The room was dark and it took her a few seconds to remember where she was. For a moment she thought that she was still dreaming, especially when she glanced over at Abigail’s bed and saw a pair of amber orbs glaring at her in the darkness. She fought back a scream until she realized that they belonged to Mr. Whiskers. His owner lay on her side, facing the wall, breathing deeply and peacefully.
She lay back down and reflected on her latest dream. Like the dream the night before, this one seemed more like an uncovered memory than a straight up dream. What had Starshine and Bethany done to her? What kind of ceremony had they performed? It made her wish that she’d slept a little longer, she might have gotten more answers.
As she reviewed the events of her dream she realized that Starshine seemed familiar, not her face, but her voice. She’d heard that voice recently, since arriving at Abigail’s, but she didn’t know where. No one in the house sounded like the old crone and she hadn’t spoken to anyone else.
At least she knew what her body had been craving for the last 16 hours. Although knowing the source of her discomfort was worse in a way. Now that she knew the remedy she fought a mental war with herself. Part of her wanted to rush out and do what was needed to make the pain go away while the other part was disgusted that she’d even consider smoking. Her withdrawals seemed to get worse by the second.
Saturday, January 7, 2017
Heather's story part 4
Heather's story part 4
By Varian Milagro
Heather was back at her sister’s house, sitting in her room, reading her bible, trying to find forgiveness in her heart for the things that Bethany had made her do at the strip club the night before. Forcing her to watch women debase themselves before horny men was bad enough, but making her kiss Rebecca had been truly evil.
She looked over at the alarm clock and let out a sigh. Sunday church service was nearly over. It was the first time she’d missed it in over ten years. She was going to miss Sunday dinner too, which she loved almost as much as going to church. Not that there would ever be another Sunday dinner, now that her parents were being corrupted by their eldest daughter. There had to be a way to stop her sister before she destroyed their whole family.
As if on cue, Bethany burst into the room. She had a pack of cigarettes in her hand and a lit one dangling from her mouth.
“You agreed not to smoke in here,” Heather snapped.
“Tough shit.” She sat on the bed next to Heather. “I’ve decided to let you off the hook. I had something truly devilish planned for you, but the part of me that was your sister is having second thoughts. If you’ll voluntarily do two things for me I’ll let you go home right away.”
Heather narrowed her eyes. “What do you want me to do?”
Bethany held out the pack in her hand. “Smoke a cigarette.”
By Varian Milagro
Heather was back at her sister’s house, sitting in her room, reading her bible, trying to find forgiveness in her heart for the things that Bethany had made her do at the strip club the night before. Forcing her to watch women debase themselves before horny men was bad enough, but making her kiss Rebecca had been truly evil.
She looked over at the alarm clock and let out a sigh. Sunday church service was nearly over. It was the first time she’d missed it in over ten years. She was going to miss Sunday dinner too, which she loved almost as much as going to church. Not that there would ever be another Sunday dinner, now that her parents were being corrupted by their eldest daughter. There had to be a way to stop her sister before she destroyed their whole family.
As if on cue, Bethany burst into the room. She had a pack of cigarettes in her hand and a lit one dangling from her mouth.
“You agreed not to smoke in here,” Heather snapped.
“Tough shit.” She sat on the bed next to Heather. “I’ve decided to let you off the hook. I had something truly devilish planned for you, but the part of me that was your sister is having second thoughts. If you’ll voluntarily do two things for me I’ll let you go home right away.”
Heather narrowed her eyes. “What do you want me to do?”
Bethany held out the pack in her hand. “Smoke a cigarette.”
Sunday, January 1, 2017
Heather's story part 3
Heather’s story part 3
By Varian Milagro
Heather woke up disoriented, unsure at first where she was or even what day it was. She was in a large, pink bedroom and there were sounds of water hitting tile coming from a door on the other side of the room. When she spotted Mr. Whiskers snoozing on a desk next to a pink laptop, the events of the previous day came back to her, as did her dream.
She wasn’t sure if dream was the right word--nightmare, vision, unlocked memory--she wasn’t quite sure which fit best. It had been too weird to be memory, but too lifelike to be a dream. Either way, dream or memory, it was definitely a nightmare. Vicky and Rebecca were now strippers? It was too absurd to be true. There was no way they’d be caught dead in a strip club, let alone dance naked in front of a bunch of perverts. Her sister, Bethany, now had magical mental powers? There was no such thing as magic, but it would go a long way to explain her mom’s changes, the smoking and visits to a hair salon. Plus, Rebecca wasn’t gay, they hadn’t kissed and Heather hadn’t enjoyed it. It was all a lie, it had to be, and just thinking about it gave her a headache.
“Oh good, you’re awake,” Abigail said when she exited the bathroom. Her hair was wrapped up in a towel and her body was wrapped in a robe nearly as fluffy as her cat. Her legs and face shined from recent application of moisturize. “How do you feel? I bet that you’re tired. You tossed and turned all night long.”
By Varian Milagro
Heather woke up disoriented, unsure at first where she was or even what day it was. She was in a large, pink bedroom and there were sounds of water hitting tile coming from a door on the other side of the room. When she spotted Mr. Whiskers snoozing on a desk next to a pink laptop, the events of the previous day came back to her, as did her dream.
She wasn’t sure if dream was the right word--nightmare, vision, unlocked memory--she wasn’t quite sure which fit best. It had been too weird to be memory, but too lifelike to be a dream. Either way, dream or memory, it was definitely a nightmare. Vicky and Rebecca were now strippers? It was too absurd to be true. There was no way they’d be caught dead in a strip club, let alone dance naked in front of a bunch of perverts. Her sister, Bethany, now had magical mental powers? There was no such thing as magic, but it would go a long way to explain her mom’s changes, the smoking and visits to a hair salon. Plus, Rebecca wasn’t gay, they hadn’t kissed and Heather hadn’t enjoyed it. It was all a lie, it had to be, and just thinking about it gave her a headache.
“Oh good, you’re awake,” Abigail said when she exited the bathroom. Her hair was wrapped up in a towel and her body was wrapped in a robe nearly as fluffy as her cat. Her legs and face shined from recent application of moisturize. “How do you feel? I bet that you’re tired. You tossed and turned all night long.”
Happy 2017!
Just a quick note for the new year. The next part of Heather's story is nearly finished. I should have it up on the site later today or sometime on Monday.
I've decided that my New Years resolution is to post more stories!!!
It was three years ago to the hour that my first story was posted online over at FictionMania. It was 25,003 words long and I wrote and edited it in less than a week. I don't know if I'll ever write that quickly again, but I'll try my best to outdo my output of 2016
I hope that you all have a safe and happy 2017.
Thanks for reading,
Varian
I've decided that my New Years resolution is to post more stories!!!
It was three years ago to the hour that my first story was posted online over at FictionMania. It was 25,003 words long and I wrote and edited it in less than a week. I don't know if I'll ever write that quickly again, but I'll try my best to outdo my output of 2016
I hope that you all have a safe and happy 2017.
Thanks for reading,
Varian
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