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Killer clowns

***POV - Melaena

When the music starts and Damion begins to sing the words, my mouth drops open.

’I can’t count the times I almost said what’s on my mind But I didn’t

And just the other day I wrote down all the things I’d say But I couldn’t … I just couldn’t

Baby, I know that you’ve been wonderin’ Mm, so here goes nothin’

In case you didn’t know Baby, I’m crazy ’bout you

And I would be lyin’ if I said That I could live this life without you

Even though I don’t tell you all the time

You had my heart a long, long time ago

In case you didn’t know’

The words describe everything … it would be perfect if the song was meant for me, but it ain’t. Or is it? How I wish I knew … my heart is hoping it is … my mind is telling me it’s not. My breathing becomes more urgent and rapid, my heart thumping away in my chest in rhythm with each drumbeat. My body is saying to go get him … I cross my legs to try and control the aching feeling down there, but it’s not helping one bit. I seriously want the guy to plant himself in me and a small groan escapes my lips, turning all eyes at the table on me.

“He’s pretty good, ain’t he?” Axel asks either misunderstanding the reason for the groan … or ignoring it. He looks at me, his eyes teasing mine and I wonder if he knows how sexually frustrated I am - mix this with feeling cheap and easy and for the second time tonight, I feel like strangling a friend.

’The way you look tonight

That second glass of wine … that did it … Mm

There was somethin’ ’bout that kiss girl, it did me in

Got me thinkin’ … I’m thinkin’… One of the things that I’ve been feelin’

Mm, it’s time you hear ’em

In case you didn’t know … Baby, I’m crazy ’bout you

And I would be lyin’ if I said that I could live this life without you

Even though … I don’t tell you all the time

You had my heart a long, long time ago

In case you didn’t know’

I swallow hard, listening to every word. He couldn’t have picked a better song to describe our relationship at this stage … if only there was a relationship. And if only the song was for me. Could it be for me? Or is it for Chloe? Or someone different altogether?

’You got all of me … I belong to you … Yeah, you’re my everything

In case you didn’t know I’m crazy ’bout you

And I would be lyin’ if I said that I could live this life without you

Even though I don’t tell you all the time

You had my heart a long, long time ago

Yeah, you had my heart a long, long time ago

Mm … In case you didn’t know

No, no In case you didn’t know’

And suddenly I wish the song was for me … a secret message or something, a declaration of love, but it’s nothing like that. He doesn’t love me! He’s just playing with me. I blink away the tears forming in my eyes cause I don’t want the rest of my table to see it.

Chloe is jumping up and down, clapping her hands, and waving, between her pulling faces and giving me evil glares. She definitely thinks the song is for her. Alejandro tries his best to protect me from her view and I’m so glad he strolled into my life. The song ends and for a few seconds, I can only stare at the man on the stage; even from this distance, his eyes are green as green can be.

“Ahem,” Axel clears his throat drawing my attention away from the stage to look at him instead, “I’m going to get a drink.”

Alejandro gets up to go looking for Jesse that left our table a while back in search of a friend, leaving me alone with Kiara.

“You know that song was for you?”

“No, it wasn’t.”

“Melaena Blackburn!” She’s talking so loud that the people at the other tables look over in our direction.

“Did you listen to the words of the song? It describes your relationship perfectly,” she leans forward and lowers her voice this time. I nod also leaning over the table now, not wanting our conversation to be overheard by the wrong ears.

“So?” Her eyes are daring me to say anything against her.

“So, it’s perfect, if he was in love with me, but he’s not.”

“Open your freaking eyes! He kept looking at you the whole time.”

“He was looking at Chloe.” I pull out the last word sarcastically, but still, make sure the table I’m trying to avoid won’t hear what we’re talking about.

“I’m not so sure, I think she thinks he is into her, but he ain’t cause he’s into you.”

“I’ve heard what he said that day to his mom, Kiara. I’ve heard it loud and clear.” Truthfully, I’ve also noticed that he doesn’t seem to be that much into Chloe … but why did he then say that he loves her so much that day?

“Yep, like you heard the guy saying there’s a bomb in our school, and like you heard the lady that was going to assassinate our teacher, your point is?” There’s no point arguing with Kiara when she gets like this. Nothing is going to change her mind. And about the bomb and the assassination, all great big misunderstandings that landed me in loads of trouble - again.

“Okay, let’s say you’re right, how do I know this is real?”

“You don’t. Let’s say that love is a rollercoaster, you get in and put the safety belt on. You don’t know if it’s really going to keep you safe, but you trust it will. Then you keep your eyes open and hang on like hell through all the ups and downs, and when you reach the end, you’ll look back at an epic ride that was worth the risk. But if you don’t take the risk and never get in, there’s no ride, no epic-ness and you’ll always wonder about what you’ve missed out on.” These words are so anti-Kiara … she doesn’t believe in love and romance. But I know she’s saying this because she knows I’m a true romantic at heart.

“Okay, let me see if I get this … the rollercoaster is a metaphor, right? So what happens when the safety belt breaks?”

“You fall and die, but at least you lived … if only for a few moments.” I try my best not to smile and Kiara quickly glares at me as if she’s upset, but then we both burst out laughing, earning us some stern looks from Chloe and Ren.

“Ug, why did God create Adam? Just think, if it were Anna and Eve how easy life would have been.”

“BORING!” Kiara scolds my proposal rolling her eyes.

“True.” A waiter hands us some drinks and I take a sip of the blue cocktail. It’s sweet and seductively refreshing. Logan must have sent this … or Axel.

“This is nice.” We cling our glasses together and slowly take small sips of the icy-blue cocktail in silence.

Mike announces the next song. It’s for some or other girl from some or other guy. I’m starting to feel a little sluggish, maybe tipsy. I take another small sip, waiting in anticipation for the song to start. I pick up the glass and eye the content with one eye, making Kiara giggle.

“This is a strong one,” she chuckles some more. This cocktail has more kick than I thought. I put the glass against my lips and down the last bit of the contents.

Just then the music starts and the crowd goes wild again. The bouncers need to use all their strength to keep the girls from the stage now. One gets past for a second and grabs Damion around the neck before she gets pulled off the stage.

‘I wanna hide the truth … I wanna shelter you … But with the beast inside … There’s nowhere we can hide’

I absolutely love this song. Imagine Dragons must be one of my favorite bands ever. I notice Damion ducking as a bra came flying from the crowd and then another lacy black lingerie piece hits Mike full in the face. I start laughing when someone shouts “Damion marry me please!”

Am I drunk-giggling now, and why does Damion suddenly seem a bit hazy? I blink a few times to focus on him again.

‘When you feel my heat … Look into my eyes … It’s where my demons hide … It’s where my demons hide … Don’t get too close … It’s dark inside … It’s where my demons hide … It’s where my demons hide’

I need to pee and get over this tipsy status of mine, so I leave Kiara - now leaning with her arms on the table, holding her head up - and go to the bathroom. I stand staring at the door for a while, trying to figure out if the picture means I’m about to enter the right room. I conclude that the black gingerbread man, wearing a skirt must mean it’s a room for girls and I walk through the door, needing to hold myself up by leaning onto the wall. Wow, that drink was potent … what was Logan thinking mixing that?

Somehow I manage to finish my business without spilling on my pants and then I splash some water on my face, looking in the mirror. I’m really feeling like an extra drunk chicken right now.

Shit, what was in that drink? So much for not wanting to get wasted again. A dude enters the bathroom and I’m just about to tell him that he chose the wrong gingerbread man door, when I see his reflection in the mirror. He’s wearing a clown mask covering his face under his hoody. He grabs me from behind, holding a knife against my throat.

Even if I wanted to I’m not capable of fighting, I’m not even sure I’m capable of moving. That was one strong cocktail.

“I need you to deliver a little message to your uncle.” He traces the knife along my body, between my breasts, and then down my arm. His voice sounds vaguely familiar, but it also doesn’t. He stops the knife at the scar on my arm where the arrow pierced it years ago. I see something flicker in his eyes in the mirror, but it was just for a moment. I still can’t move and I’m way past intoxicated now. Hell, I’m not even sure the guy is real at this moment. But then he speaks again.

“Tell your uncle to be at this meeting!” Now his voice has a deep baritone key. He stuffs a piece of paper in my hand and I cling to it as if it’s going to make everything better.

“Is it like a date? Are you asking my uncle out?” It feels as if I just woke up from anesthesia and my brain has a mind of its own. It’s as if I’m drunk, but so much worse. My knees buckle, but the man keeps me standing. He kisses my neck and then moves the knife under my shirt, cutting it open to reveal my breasts covered in a lacy black bra. He pulls in his breath and grunts.

“Are you a bad man? Or a good man? Is it you Harry?” I know it’s me speaking but my voice sounds like a Disney character. I look at myself in the mirror and thick vines start sprouting from my bra, growing longer and longer, circling around my body, gripping me, leaving me immobilized and then they spread up the walls. It’s like one of those horror movies where the trees are alive, except I seem to be the tree. I’m sure I’m seeing green eyes looking through every opening between the roots, just staring. The eyes turn into worms, crawling up to the ceiling and down the dark roots.

“No, it’s D,” he says and puts the knife against the left side of my throat, I manage to scream but his hand covers my mouth preventing the sound to escape. The mask on his face is smiling at me with thick red lips, fueling the anger inside me to boil over. I force myself and manage to hit him with my elbow. He curses, and for a moment he loses his grip on me, causing me to almost fall to the ground.

“Fuck! You’re hurt,” he swears and pulls his finger along my neck, smearing the little trail of blood. The knife must have nibbed my skin when I fought with him. He puts the finger in his mouth.

“Are you a vampire clown?” I sound like Donald Duck now. It’s so cute.

“I’m going to find Daisy. Hey, Pluto. Mickey Mouse clubhouse … welcome to Disney World little clown,” I don’t know what I’m saying, and it truly sounds just like Donald. How awesome. I must go and let Kiara hear …

He starts laughing with those thick red lips and all the fat green worms are laughing with him. Yeh, I also think it’s funny.

“Quack, quack. Aw, Phooey!” I laugh at myself. This is so funny!

“You brought this on yourself. Mel, you have to stop screwing other guys. You are mine.” It’s as if my mind is traveling to another place and time.

“Oh, screwing … phooey phooey phooey.” I’m getting really dizzy now and my head starts to ache.

“You’re so fucking pretty. I want to show you how a real man fucks.” This clown is not very funny … or friendly. The worms are crawling closer to me. Pretty green worms.

“I’m sorry, babe.” His voice is now pitching sounds like the ones dolphins make on Discovery Channel. He throws the knife into a corner and drops me to the ground. I try to get up but can’t move. The worms crawl all over my tummy, and I smile cause they are rather cute. The worms are now everywhere. I still can’t move, so I just look at the wiggly worms crawling all over my body. The ceiling turns into a black hole and I see the face of the devil, his green eyes piercing through me. My body starts to burn and I’m falling down a dark deep hole. I close my eyes and scream as hard as I can.

“Mel! MEL! Wake up sorellina!” Alejandro’s voice spirals through my throbbing head and I force my eyes open, looking around bewildered and confused. I’m lying on the bathroom floor. I blink my eyes slowly, trying to focus and I see Ren and Alejandro, but they seem hazy.

“Phooey!” I try to tell Ale that I sound like Donald, but my tongue seems thick and stuck to my pallet. I smile at the two guys but they turn into freaky clowns with dark eyes. I let out another scream, but it sounds as if I’m underwater.

The one clown picks me up and walks out and puts me on a table. I’m wasted and it takes way too much effort to move, so I just lay still. The worms came with us and are now crawling all over the bar. Enrique is not going to like that.

“Mel, it’s Axel. Listen to my voice. You’re gonna be okay.” A reassuring voice says, hands wiping against my throat. A worm crawls into my mouth and I throw up, over myself and the bar. Enrique is definitely not going to like that.

“Fuck!” someone yells and I try to turn my head to see who it was. The clown says he’s going to show me how to fuck. They’re going to rape me! I try to fight them off, but moving is hard. My head feels as if it’s going to burst. I throw up again. Am I dying? Is this the way to hell? Someone rolls me onto my side. No, are they going to rape me from behind?

The voices around me stir up the panic I’m trying to suppress inside me. I see Ren standing next to me, and then his face turns into that of a clown. I’ve always hated clowns … but now I hate them even more. I need to get out of here.

“Breath, Mel, breath,” another voice orders. I try to focus but suddenly all the faces around me look like the Joker and IT had a baby, gathering to rape me; hurt me; kill me!

“NO! Get away from me!” I shout and hit them clumsily with my fists, but they won’t go away. I unsuccessfully try to keep on fighting. One clown then forcefully holds my wrists together. Someone help me! Then I see his face clearly between all the jokers.

‘Damion … Damion …’ It’s the only word now rushing through my mind like a whisper, somehow it keeps me calm, but it seems so far away as if it’s in the back of my head.

“Damion! DAMION!” I’m now shouting it out needing him to rescue me from these psychotic white-faced creatures. I’m struggling, but it’s all in vain.

“It’s okay, I’m here!” Damion’s voice drills into my brain, pushing all the other noises away. I feel strong arms around me, picking me up and I gasp for breath, the panic slowly subsiding.

“Damion … the clowns … gonna sex me.” His familiar smell fills my nose, chasing the fear away.

“Shh, I’m here baby. Just breathe.” His voice is soft and husky. He has such a nice voice.

“Don’t leave.” This time I sound more like Mickey. I feel warm and safe and it feels as if I’m flying. I cling to Damion as if my life depends on it. I’m not letting go. Not with freaking perverted killer clowns lurking around.

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