“Where did she go?” I snapped, and the ghost just flickered in and out of focus. “If you don’t tell me where the fuck she went, I will drag your sad little ass to Helland stuff you in a cell with Stalin and Hitler,” I threatened. The bitch caved in less than a minute.
‘West. She was going west,’the spirit informed me.
Good. That narrowed it down a lot. Lilith didn’t have a car, and there was only one westbound train that operated this late. I smirked. She was going to be so fucking pissed when I found her and reminded her who she fucking belonged to.
I couldn’t wait.
Reaver:
Your little ghost snitched you out. You can’t run from me.
Still nothing. She was either ignoring me or had blocked me. Both were going to get her bent the fuck over. I snarled and texted Shem.
Reaver:
Get the bed ready for her. She tried to fucking run.
Shem:
Maybe you should try to talk to her. Chaining her to the bed is just going to piss her off.
Reaver:
Good. We can be pissed off together.
I put my phone away, tore out of her apartment, and hopped on my bike. I was going to catch her, then fuck her, and God himself couldn’t fucking stop me.
“Trust is like a mirror, you can fix it if it’s broken, but you can still see the crack in that mother fucker’s reflection.”
—LADY GAGA, TELEPHONE
The train pulled up, and I slipped silently onto one of the cars. Tugging the hood of my sweater further down over my eyes, I scanned my surroundings to make sure I was still alone. I hadn’t even bothered to change out of my uniform. I had been in such a rush that I just threw my hoodie over my Voodoo tank and pretended it wasn’t too cold to be outside in a skirt.
I had this feeling in my bones that I was being chased. I just wasn’t sure by whom. Was it Death? Reaver? FuckingShem?
Maybe all of the above. I was so tired and enraged at the same time. Why had God cursed me like this? What had I doneto deserve to be tormented day in and day out?
Thankfully, the train was more or less empty. I had an entire car to myself when I got on. People were likely on the train coming into the city for Friday night shenanigans; not many were trying to get out.
I sat down and began crafting an email to my landlord, attempting to explain the situation in a way that sounded less ‘crazy, unhinged psycho’ and more like ‘professional gal on a mental health break.’ The train pulled out of the station, and I settled infor the ride, leaning against the window as I worked out how to word the email properly.
Suddenly, the lights flickered.
I froze.
It was nothing. We just hit a bump.
I resumed my email, but after a couple of minutes, it happened again.
I looked up, scanning the empty car suspiciously. There was nothing there; the lights must just be on the fritz.
Sure, Lilith. Keep telling yourself that.
The buzzing sound of the lights seemed to get louder, and I broke out into a cold sweat. I tried to lie to myself again, but I knew what was happening. The buzzing sound built to a crescendo, and the train car suddenly plunged into darkness. This time, the lights didn’t turn back on. I swallowed and forced myself to look up.
My heart stopped in my chest.
There he was.
