21. Calista
C alista~
Myer was passed out on his bed, and while it was probably bad form to sneak out of his house while he was none the wiser, I needed to get home to take a shower.
We’d done it two more times, and while my body was going to rebel in the morning, I was hoping that a hot shower would help with that.
Plus, I was sticky in places that I shouldn’t be sticky in, Myer completely comfortable cumming on a woman’s skin.
We had also managed to finally exchange phone numbers during bouts, and if I was reading all the signs correctly, Myer Justus was officially my boyfriend, and I couldn’t wait to call Abrielle and tell her.
If they decided not to elope after all, then I’d have a plus-one, no longer the lonely loser at these things.
I was also starving. It was past five in the evening, and I’d forgotten all about lunch in favor of all the things that Myer had done to me, which wasn’t a complaint by the way. I’d pass up a meal in favor of his penis any day.
When I finally reached my front door, I was immediately stopped by the.
..the arrangement on my doorstep. In white chalk was a drawing of a very aggressive pentagram, and there was a picture of a voodoo doll in the center, and the voodoo doll looked like yours truly, only the blonde strands of hair were a little darker than my own.
However, there was no doubt that the doll was of my liking.
There was also salt sprinkled around the circle, and I was going to have to look that up to see what it meant.
Now, did I think that Louise was gifted enough to pull off these curses?
Not really, though I couldn’t be absolutely certain.
Nonetheless, I didn’t appreciate her bringing her negative energy to my doorstep, so it looked like it was time to finally report her.
Pulling my phone from my pocket, I snapped a few pictures of the hex, and then I got a close up of the voodoo doll picture. If nothing else, the police would be able to see that someone wished me ill harm should things escalate at a later time.
After taking more than enough pictures of Louise’s nonsense, I unlocked my door, went inside, then grabbed a bucket to fill with soap and water to get rid of the art adorning my doorstep. In the process, I pulled out my phone to call my sister because who else would I call?
As soon as she answered, she said, “Mitchell has already called the county courthouse to ask them about marriage appointments.”
“His Aunt Judy again?”
“No,” she sighed. “When I showed him the invitation style that I finally settled on, his mother had been visiting, and she’d made it clear that the invitations weren’t to her liking.”
“Christ, why do weddings bring out the worst in everyone,” I muttered. “It never ceases to amaze me how people think that they have a right to force their opinions on the couple. In fact, weddings are stupid.”
“I’m starting to agree with you,” Abrielle grumbled. “Instead of just being happy for us and eager to see us get married, everyone’s got something to say.”
“Not me,” I pointed out. “I just want you to be happy.”
“Well, I’m pretty sure that if one more person oversteps, Mitchell and I are going to definitely elope,” she said, and she didn’t sound like she was kidding. “So, what are you calling for?”
“Lots of things,” I said, preparing her for a long talk while I prepared the bucket of water. “Firstly, Louise put a hex on me...well, I think she put two hexes on me.”
“I’m sorry, what?”
“She came over this morning, mad that I had offended her boyfriend, Jury, then threw salt at me as she recited some chant,” I told her. “Then she told me that she was going to hex Myer as well, only he was going to get a different kind of hex.”
“Why?” she asked. “What makes him so special?”
“Right?” I huffed. “That’s what I asked.” I let out a sigh as I lugged the bucket back to the front door. “She said that it’s because Jury sees him as more of a threat or something stupid like that.”
“So, what about the second one?”
“She drew a pentagram in white chalk on my doorstep and left a photo of a voodoo doll in the middle of the star,” I went on. “There was also more salt, which makes me wonder what in the hell is in salt to make it otherworldly.”
“That’s a good question,” she replied thoughtfully.
“Anyway, I need to scrub the hex off my doorstep, but I thought that you should know in case she ambushes you the next time you visit,” I warned. “She seems to be on a revenge kick for real.”
“Have you warned Myer about the hexes?”
Opening the door, I set the bucket down, then went to grab a scrubber from the garage. “I did,” I told her. “As soon as she cursed me the first time this morning, I went right over to his house to warn him.”
“This morning?” she squawked. “Louise cursed you this morning, and you’re barely calling me now? What the hell, Calista?”
Grabbing the scrubber, I said, “Well, see...when I went over there, he’d been in the shower, and when he answered the door in nothing but a towel...uh, the curse didn’t seem to matter so much anymore.”
Silence.
“Abrielle?”
“You better start talking, and I want to know everything,” she said, sounding like a general during wartime. “And I do mean everything, Calista.”
Heading back to the front door, I began to tell my sister all about our date last night, the awkward kiss at the end of the night, Louise’s crazy, and how I’d gone from warning Myer about the curse to riding his dick three times.
I finished off my story with another recap of the pentagram and voodoo doll picture, and when I was done, she was silent again.
“You still there?”
“Yeah, I’m just processing,” she answered. “I mean, I’m just kind of wondering how you went from having such a boring life to...to whatever is going on now.”
“You and me both,” I snorted. “Seriously, how I’d gone from minding my own goddamn business to being hexed by a crazed sex cult leader is beyond me. Plus, while I’m pretty sure that Myer is my boyfriend, I think I ought to double check to make sure.”
“If you rode his dick three times, I’m pretty sure that’s clarification enough,” she drawled out. “Plus, most men don’t let you get comfortable in their beds afterwards if you’re just sex to them.”
“Maybe it’s because I’m a siren and am phenomenal in bed,” I posed.
Abrielle laughed. “Yeah, I’m sure that’s it.”
“You never know,” I insisted. “I could be.”
“Well, I’ll be sure to ask Myer when you finally introduce us,” she retorted.
“You’re not helping,” I informed her. “You’d think that you’d be a little bit more supportive after hearing how I’ve been cursed twice in one day.”
“You got me there,” she agreed. “Do you need me to come over?”
“No,” I sighed. “I’m good. I’m just going to scrub off the curse on my doorstep, take a hot shower-”
“I bet,” she chuckled.
“-then maybe take a nap. I mean, I’m hungry, but a nap sounds so much better right now.”
“Okay...well, call me if you need me,” she said, making me smile. “I have no problem knocking on Louise’s door and kicking her ass.”
“While I appreciate the offer of violence, I think we should hold off for a bit,” I told her. “At the very least, see what the police have to say before you go kicking her ass.”
“It’s up to you,” she replied easily. “Just let me know.”
“Love you.”
“Love you, too.”
As soon as we hung up, I slid my phone back in my pocket, then got to scrubbing the concrete, really pissed off that Louise was trying to ruin my Sunday.
I had only two days off a week, and I had no desire to spend them warding off evil spirits.
I wanted to spend them being lazy or getting a head start on my work week, and I was beginning to think that I should let Abrielle kick Louise’s ass.
When I was finally done scrubbing the doorstep, I realized that it wouldn’t hurt to have my walkway and driveway power washed. Now, was it anything that I was going to prioritize? Probably not. Nonetheless, it wouldn’t be a bad idea.
Forgetting about yardwork, I made sure to lock my door, then I cleaned up and put everything away before heading to the bathroom.
As hungry as I was, I really needed to get clean, and with the Monday that I had scheduled, a nap really did sound perfect.
However, it was too late in the evening, and so if I went to sleep now, then I was going to stay asleep.
Okay, shower first, and then I’d decide from there. Plus, I had neglected Harvey most of the day, and I probably needed to make up for that.