Thanks to Killerarmyguy, Cj, Linnear for the edits
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~~~Jacob~~~
I awoke the next morning with a very odd coppery taste in my mouth. Unsure why that was or how I got to my bed last night, nor did I remember much of anything for that matter after coming home yesterday. Rubbing the heels of my hands on my eyes, trying to get the cobwebs out of my mind. Sighing as my alarm went off, foretelling me I had to work that day. Not that I minded, it got me out of the house and away from... my sister. That I do remember happening, everything else since entering my home, I couldn't figure out why my mind was having a hard time remembering last night. That was when I felt something coating my member. Lifting my covers, arching an eyebrow when I could smell the hints of dried pussy on my cock. Okay, now that was fucking weird. If I had sex last night, wouldn't you think I remember it? If that was the case, why wasn't there a naked woman in my bed with me? None of this made any sense to me whatsoever. My hand slammed down onto my alarm clock, silencing it to keep Pauline from venturing into my room. That was the last thing I needed at the moment was to deal with her.
My hand rested against the tile wall of my shower as I leaned against it. My right ran along my face as the hot water soaked into my skin, hoping it would shake some of the memories loose from last night. Yet that was not the case, as I was still at a loss for what had transpired that evening. Shaking my head, knowing I would be late for work if I didn't get a move on. I had a weird feeling like someone was watching me as I shampooed my hair; when I was finished rinsing, peering around the shower curtain, no one was there. Given the steam in the bathroom, I couldn't be sure if there was a cold spot or not. Not that my breath came out in a fog like it did on Supernatural. I really wished I had a salt shotgun at that moment. Don't you hate it when the monsters choose the worse time to attack you, i.e., the shower? After drying myself and wrapping my towel around my waist, I stood in stunned shock as a single message was written on my mirror. Deuteronomy 5:16. What the fuck was that supposed to mean?! How the hell did it even get there in the first place? I was sure I had been alone in my bathroom all through my shower. I was starting to get a little bit freaked out, if I'm being honest. Wiping my hand through the message, putting it out of my mind, I had more important things to do than to worry about some random message in my mirror.
I could hear something sizzling in the kitchen as I walked down the stairs in my normal attire I wore to work. I might be an engineer by trade, but I mainly just punch numbers for the most part. They didn't trust me out in the field with the more senor people at the plant, not that I minded. It kept me in a nice air-conditioned office and out of the hot sun. Plus, I sat at a desk for the better part of the day. What's not to like about that? The moment I walked into the kitchen; I noted something was off with Pauline; I just couldn't put my finger on it. She seemed rather happy for it being so damn early in the morning. It seemed... unnatural.
"Good morning, Jacob. I'll have your breakfast finished in just a minute." I noted the hum to her voice. It seemed familiar to me; I just couldn't place it. I didn't respond. Taking my normal seat at the table, I saw the cup of coffee waiting for me as I did. It was even sweetened how I liked it. That was rather creepy in and of itself. I heard the scraping of the pan and the light tapping of the utensil she was using against it. My eyes flickered up as the toast popped as she set the plate before me lined with scrambled eggs, sausage, and two hot slices of toast that she placed on it. Feeling her placing a kiss on top of my head, wish she wouldn't do that before sliding the jar of apple jelly and butter toward me. Hearing the door of my refrigerator opening, the sound of the orange juice filling the glass filled my ears as I buttered my toast. I'm not to let my food go to waste, now, am I? I glanced out of the corner of my eye as Pauline took the seat next to me. She was wearing this rather happy look on her face, a look I couldn't place. If I had to guess, it was the look of someone who got fucked last night. Then I wondered who be crazy enough to do that in the first place.
"Some reason you're dressed?" I asked, scooping up my eggs with my fork.
"I was hoping you'd let me borrow the car today." My eyes glanced at her as I chewed, waiting on her to elaborate. "So, I can do the shopping for us, and... Emily and I need some female products, you understand. If you did, I was thinking of going after I drop you off at work."
"And why is Emily still asleep?" I was not fond of leaving her alone in my house. There was no telling what the two of them had planned. Even if she was my father's daughter, I still had no clue who she was as a person.
"She'll be fine for a few hours." I was not pleased with how she waved off my worry. "Since it's going to cost more to fix our car, you and I will just have to work out an arrangement going forward, at least when you have to work. Have no fear, son; I'm not about to leave you stranded at your job," Pauline spoke with a smile on her lips as she patted my hand. "Although, we are going to have to do something about that thing on the lid of your trunk."
"Over my dead body," I said heatedly. "I like it, and if you don't, I don't care. It stays." I had no idea why Pauline was getting so upset for.
"It's demonic, Jacob; it needs to go!"
"It's not demonic; it's a devil's trap. You know something to catch demons," I said, throwing up air quotations as if demons actually existed in the first place.
"What do you mean catch demons?! Are you a demonologist?" I arched an eyebrow wondering why the hell that would pique her interest.
"No," I drew out the word. The morning was already getting weird, and I had a feeling it was just going to get even weirder. "Whether or not you like how I decorate my property isn't my concern. If I find out that you've removed it, I will toss you and your daughter out on your ass. Am I clear?" I asked, rising to my feet. I was getting rather creeped out by the light I saw in Pauline's eyes. Remembering what Delph had said to me in her office yesterday. I really wish I could say why everything past the point of me taking a sip of my soda was a blank.
"Of course, Jacob, I would never remove something that protects us from the forces of the Morning Star." I turned my head, giving her a very odd look. It kind of reminds me of how some of the more zealous people around town talked when they were speaking about the Bible. "Don't forget your lunch, honey; it's in the fridge. I made it especially for you." I have no idea why that weirded me out, yet it did. "I'll be in the car waiting for you." Opening the door, I looked oddly at the container that held two Salisbury steak patties, green beans with fatback in it, and white and yellow corn. I had no idea how or when she made this. Although I'll admit, it would be a better meal than I normally got from the roach coach at lunch time.
I ignored the smile on Pauline's face as I slid into the driver's seat and placed the container between us while my briefcase was on the floorboard behind me. The 502 cubic inch V8 just purred to life when I turned it over. Have I told you I so love that car? You would, too, if you felt the rumble of the engine just traveling up your spine as it idled. Flipping on the lights since it was a few minutes before six, tossed the shifter into reverse and turned around in my rather large driveway. On the drive to work, my mind flashed back to the promise I had made to Delph to visit her tonight. How I was looking forward to making her scream out my name when I fuck her on my former bully's bed. What could be better than that when you're getting back at the person who broke your arm?
"I'll be here on the dot to pick you up, have a good day at work, honey," Pauline said through the opened window as she sat in the driver's seat after I had gotten my briefcase out of the back. I didn't say a word, just nodded; I had that feeling all over again as I watched her depart in my car.
"I really need to get her another one; like hell she's going to drive my baby forever," I muttered aloud, hearing the exhaust of my car rumbling away from me.
Once I got up to the office, I placed a piece of masking tape on the lid of my lunch. I'm sure some of you have had those types of people that just take whoever's lunch from the office fridge without a care of who it belongs to. A sneaky smile formed on my face when I put another piece of tape on it, which warned whomever that it might be that might steal my lunch that laxatives had been added. Not that there were any in it, I just thought it would be amusing. Once my lunch was stored, I set about getting to work. It was around ten o'clock when a text came to my phone.
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We are still on for tonight, yes
