Escort For The Witch - стр. 18

I parked the car in front of old Venters’ house, cursing silently and vividly imagining how I would be giving Eric a proper walloping.

“Jack, I won’t just let this go,” Sabrina persisted.

“And what will you do? Torture me?” I asked angrily, as this conversation was really getting on my nerves now.

“That’s an idea,” Sabrina squinted. “They say sticking sharpened bamboo sticks under the fingernails is a very painful process,” she hissed, getting out of the car and slamming the door shut.

I rolled my eyes and buried my nose in the steering wheel. What am I going to do about her? She won’t just let it go, that’s a fact. No use denying it. Pulling up by the house, I feverishly recalled all the mischiefs Eric and I had done in hopes of bringing Sabrina to tears. All that mischief went straight to her heart. Poor Flippy came to my mind again. Damn it, Eric. I’ll kill him and not regret it, damn it!

I got out of the car and trudged towards the entrance door, feeling Sabrina’s gaze burning a huge hole in my back a few feet behind. Slowly, trying my best to keep myself in check, I turned to her and waved my hand in a stopping gesture. She was not to go in.

“What’s up?” I noticed her looks have significantly improved since this morning.

Miracles do happen, don’t they?

“I just wanted to say this is my favorite coat, so maybe you’ll switch your anger for mercy and stop staring at me so intensely with your loving eyes? You’ll burn a hole in my coat.” I tried to be charming and even made a charming grimace.

“Maybe I’ll treat you to something inside? Coffee? Poison? Rope?” Sabrina murmured.

“I wouldn’t…”

“Eric’s in his room,” she snapped and pushed past me into the house.

“I guess I shouldn’t count on coffee then?”

“And were you?” Sabrina raised her eyebrows in surprise before disappearing behind the door leading to her bedroom.

Well, it seems Sabrina may have been won over. Now it’s time to deal with Eric.

Compromise

I stopped by the door, proudly bearing an old road sign “Stop”. Behind it, loud snoring could be heard, occasionally interrupted by agonizing groans. Well, at least he got some sleep. I hesitantly grabbed the handle and took a step into the unknown…The room was dimly lit. I looked around and grimaced. The curtains were drawn, the windows securely locked, preventing any fresh air from entering the room. There was little evidence of the madness Eric had wrought the previous night. Apparently, Sabrina had made an effort to tidy up. I noticed there was a photograph missing on the desk, the one with old man Alex, Eric, and myself. On closer inspection I noticed that the computer monitor was half shattered, and there was practically nothing left of the keyboard.

Eric lay sprawled across the bed, arms spread wide, snoring loudly. His half-naked, long, thin body tossed from side to side intermittently. Now and again he would grab his head, occasionally interrupting the snoring with a prolonged groan.

The scene made me boil on the inside, and I was hoping he was having nightmares at the very least.

“Eric,” I called out. Silence followed. Eric rolled over to one side and sighed loudly. I cursed under my breath and tried again.

“Eric!” Again, silence. Well, at least he stopped snoring.