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Miss-Spelled (Part 7)
Kayleigh arrived with the book and Becca and Sarah in tow.
"This is freaky," Kayleigh said. "I had to just gone to write in my
diary. When I had gone to where I keep it, my diary wasn't anywhere, but
this was there in it's place."
I looked at the cover, there was the black mask associated with Ultio
Ultionis. I took it off Kayleigh to get a closer look when I felt a
sudden chill.
"USE ME. GET YOUR REVENGE. USE ME NOW AND YOU SHALL HAVE PEACE" it was
the voice from my dream. I dropped the book in horror.
"What's wrong Sophie? asked Becca as she grabbed my hand, concerned.
"Y-Y-You didn't hear that?" I stammered.
"Hear what?" asked Sarah.
"A voice. A deep voice telling me to use the book to get revenge," I
explained. "The same voice spoke to me in a dream earlier telling me the
same thing and that if I did, all of these bad things would stop
happening to me."
"Well fuck yeah," said Kayleigh "We'll use it on Richie. Properly this
time. The little prick will get what he deserves and you can get on with
your life."
"I have no intentions of using it"
"Why not?" asked Kayleigh.
"Think of the changes that came about from me being turned into a girl"
I said "Sarah ended up engaged to a guy she didn't even know. I think we
were lucky that the major changes we've seen have been positive. Do any
of you honestly want to risk what we all have right now? Sarah, do you
want to risk what you have with
Mike?"
Sarah shook her head.
"Kayleigh, I know you've only been dating him for a couple of days, but
do you want to risk what you have with Danny?"
"No," she responded.
"And I certainly don't want to risk losing the three best friends I've
ever had in either of my lives. Even if that thing has to torment me for
the rest of my life for me to keep you." I could sense a group hug
coming, but before it could happen, I continued, "I don't believe what
it says anyway, everything I've read says that it wants to spread, to
live off the hatred of the entire human race and rule it through
torment. Believe it or not, I think Richie is a bit of a victim in all
this, I think he's being influenced by the demon to do the things that
he's been doing."
"So what we going to do?" asked Becca.
"The only thing I can think to do is to destroy it's inanimate vessel.
I'm going to burn the book," I said.
"What if it doesn't work?"
"From what I've read, it'll probably jump to another book if it
survives. I don't think it'll make things worse," I said.
I grabbed the metal bin from my living room and took out on to the
balcony. I picked up the book to take outside as well.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING? I CAN SERVE YOU. I CAN GIVE YOU ANYTHING YOU WANT.
I CAN MAKE YOU A QUEEN. I CAN..." The voice stopped as I dropped it in
the bin.
I grabbed a can of hairspray and completely emptied it onto the book
before dropping a lit match into it.
A surge of pain went through me. I was screaming, the demon was
screaming, it felt like the entire world was screaming in my head. A
black steam was seeping out of my body, then everything went black.
YOU BITCH, I COULD HAVE GIVEN YOU EVERYTHING THAT YOU WANTED. I WILL
FIND YOU AGAIN AND YOU WILL WISH YOU WERE DEAD.
I woke up in my bed. It was dark. I must have been asleep for a few
hours at least. I looked round and saw Sarah sat in a chair.
"How long have I been asleep for?" I asked
"About 6 hours," she replied. "We've been taking shifts to watch over
you."
"What happened?"
"You set the book on fire and started screaming. All this black steam
started coming out of you that formed into the shape of that mask on the
book. We were so scared. Once the steam stopped coming out of you, the
mask just seemed to dissipate into the air. That's when you collapsed.
We were going to call an ambulance but I checked your pulse and your
breathing and you seemed to be fine. If you hadn't woke up soon though I
was going to dial 999."
I grabbed her and just said "Thank you." Then I dropped off into a
peaceful sleep for the first time since my life was changed forever.
After that, everything seemed to calm down. I didn't get out much, I
mostly kept my head in my work to keep me busy. The girls kept calling
round to see how I was doing, as did my brothers. Then on Monday
afternoon I got a phone call from PC Welsch.
"Hi, is that Sophie Jameson?" she asked.
"It is," I replied.
"I have some good news. A fingerprint on Jack Hanson's wallet belonged
to a David Turnbull. Do you know him?"
"I do." He was one of the guys with Richie at the parade.
"Well we arrested him and he soon gave up the other two, a Stuart Reece
and a Gary Fox." Those were the other two at the parade. "It didn't take
much interrogation before they confessed. They have admitted that
Richard Simpson blackmailed them into doing it, but unfortunately, we
have no hard evidence and he is heavily denying it. We've had to let him
go. More good news though, Jack Hanson is out of hospital. He's going
have to have a bit of time off work but he's going to be fine."
I was glad to hear the good news about Jack. He was a good guy who'd had
an unlucky time. Quite handsome as well. I had to have a little sigh
when I remembered that
I'd promised to stay away from he and Jessica, as I was "bad news."
But the thought of Richie still being out and about made me remember
something that I was going to do this evening. It was the mixed martial
arts class.
I arrived at the class in a sports bra, a pink vest top, a pair of my
old tracksuit bottoms and a pair of beat up running shoes. I had my hair
tied back in a pony tail.
The instructor separated us into three groups. I liked to think of them
as "the beginners", "the experienced" and "the fucking hard-core." He
set us all off doing some basic boxing exercises before he pulled me to
one side.
"You're a newbie aren't you?" he half asked, half told me.
"Yep."
"Just a question before you spend too much time here; are you wanting to
learn a martial art or to learn to defend yourself?"
"Defend myself," I answered honestly.
"Correct answer. What I'm going to teach you will allow you to defend
yourself more effectively than any disciplined martial art. I am
basically going to teach you how to fight."
"That's what I came here for," I answered chipperly.
"Good, now get back to your group," he ordered.
"Will do, skipper!" Skipper? I'd love to know where some of these
sayings I come out with have come from.
We separated into pairs, I was put with a slightly taller girl who
seemed to know what she was doing and gave me a few tips. One would
practise different punches and elbows, whilst the other held the pads we
were aiming for. It was an awesome stress releaser.
At the end of the class he gathered everybody round.
"As some of you may have noticed, we have a new girl with us tonight, I
hope you've made her feel welcome." He started and everybody looked at
me. He continued "So we need to go over the effective self defence
points. So if your assailant sticks their leg out with the foot on the
floor..."
"Stamp the knee," Everybody chanted.
"If you get the chance, you should kick..."
"In the balls," everybody chanted.
"If they have a piercing?"
"Rip it out."
There was a few of these they went through. Each sounded more painful
than the last.
"Some might call it bitch fighting," the instructor said. "But I call it
winning. Good night everyone, see you next week."
I went home that night feeling more empowered than I had since my
change. I watched some bad TV and went to bed. You cannot overestimate
the power of a good night`s sleep without nightmares.
Tuesday was uneventful. I carried on with my work. Wednesday night,
Sarah came round for a wedding dress fitting. As predicted, she looked
amazing. At the minute, it would need taking in a bit, but that could
wait until a couple of weeks before the wedding. We had months to go
yet. We both agreed that the mermaid section of the skirt needed to
flare out more and that the train needed to be longer. We were having a
glass of wine afterwards when my business phone rang. A bit late I
thought, but I'm not one to turn down business.
"Hello "Elegance by Sophie" Sophie speaking," in my sing song voice
again.
"Hello." It was a man. "I'm looking for someone to make a dress for my
little girl."
"I think I could accommodate, is there any particular style that you
want?"
"She wants to have a dress like Giselle's wedding dress from the film
Enchanted. I want to get her one for her birthday."
"Oooh, she has good taste. I'll need to make an appointment, can I have
your name?" I asked.
"Sure. It's Jack Hanson."
My jaw dropped.
"Sophie, you there?" He sounded concerned.
"Yes, yes I am Jack." I took a deep breath. "Jack, did you not get my
note?"
"I did. But I've been informed by the police that the people who did
this to me have been took into custody. And I don't believe that you've
got some sort of curse going on with you." Well, not NOW I don't
"Anyway, I just rang a number from a dressmakers website, how did I know
it would be you?" he asked with fake innocence.
"Well I suppose since you're just phoning as a client, I suppose we can
sort something out," I carried on with the charade.
"Shall we say 8pm on Saturday? Jessica will be in bed by then so we can
keep it as a surprise. Don't worry about having to measure her; I've
done it loads of times, I know what to do and I'll have the measurements
ready for then." Jack explained.
"Sounds good. 8pm Saturday," I confirmed.
Jack gave me his address and we said our goodbyes.
"Jack and Sophie, sitting in a tree, K.I.S.S.I.N.G.," teased Sarah.
"Shut up," I said embarrassed. I could feel myself going red.
"Oh My God," Sarah exclaimed. "You DO like him. I mean LIKE, like him."
"So what if I do, I can't do anything about it. I've only been a girl
for a week and a half and I've already got rid of one boyfriend. I don't
need another just yet. Plus Jack's got Jessica. She is his life; I don't
think he's got room for anyone else. And I think he's never got over
losing her mother," I said solemnly.
"Well maybe you could be what he needs. He can't live like this the rest
of his life. Jessica's going to grow up you know. And you may have only
been a girl for a few days, but Sophie has been one her entire life.
She's a woman and she has needs."
Saturday, 4pm. My bed was covered in outfits and I was pacing up and
down my bedroom in my bathrobe, muttering to myself when my intercom
buzzed.
"Becca?" I hopefully answered.
"Yep."
I buzzed her in.
When she entered my flat she asked, "Ok, so what's the big emergency?"
"I've got an appointment in four hours. I have no idea what to wear. Mum
always tells me to dress nicely for these things and I do, but I don't
know whether to dress businessy and professional or a little bit more
fun and floaty. I want to look professional but I don't want to look a
prude," I ranted on at her.
"Woah there, girl," Becca said with her hands pushed out in front of
her. "One step at a time. First of all, you could wear a nun's habit and
not look a prude, so stop worrying about that." I nodded.
"Secondly, you've been on a few of your appointments with clients now.
Why has this one got you all worked up?" She asked "Why would something
like a pencil skirt and nice blouse not work on this appointment?"
"It's Jack, you know, carnival Jack," I admitted.
"Jack? He wants a dress?" she joked.
"It's for his daughter you silly cow," I joked back.
"Ok, Ok. So I'm guessing that you don't want him to see this evening as
just a "business appointment."" I nodded in agreement.
"So the business wear is out of the equation. And I'm guessing that you
don't want to go too casual either." Again, I nodded.
"So something a little formal but fun," she mused as she started sifting
through the outfits I had out on my bed and in my wardrobe.
After a few minutes she pulled something out. "This" she said as if
there was no discussing the matter. On the hanger was a white, floaty,
knee length dress, with an empire waistline and spaghetti straps. A
cute, thin, pink ribbon followed the waistline and finished in a little
bow just below where my breasts would be. This was one that Sophie had
made from spare material I "remembered." I immediately knew what Becca
was getting at. It was smart but fun and floaty. I knew that my wedge
sandals and a pink hair band would complete the look and if I ever felt
overdressed, I could justify it by saying that I like to wear my own
products to demonstrate the quality.
I jumped on Becca with a huge hug.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you," I said.
I still had over three hours to get ready so I sat down with Becca and
had a coffee.
"Why were you not surprised that I was meeting Jack tonight? You knew I
had sent him a note saying to stay away," I asked.
"Sarah told me. I acted ignorant just to see how you were going to
explain the tizz you'd got yourself into," she laughed as she said.
"You cow!"
"I know, but you love me," she said with a grin.
"So what do you think about the whole situation?"
"I think you just need to take it slow. You're both going to be quite
fragile as far as relationships go. You're not even certain that Jack
thinks of you that way, you did say he doesn't have much in the way of
adult company. He might just want a friend," she said with almost
conflicting advice to Sarah. This whole thing was confusing.
Becca went on, "In a way though, you've got the perfect meeting point
tonight. You've got the business thing to talk about and you can just
see how things go from there."
At 7.55pm I was parked a little way down the road from Jack's house. It
was a canny little bungalow, next door to the local primary school. I
grabbed my handbag and my sketchbook, walked to his front door and rang
the bell. A moment later Jack answered the door. He had stitches down
his cheek, a black eye and a bust lip from the beating. He looked to
still be in pain as well. I suddenly felt very guilty.
"Hey Sophie." He looked me up and down. "Wow, even when you're not in
princess mode, you scrub up well." I blushed a little at that.
Jack was wearing a smart polo t-shirt and jeans. I had a feeling that
he'd put a bit of an effort in as well. So far, so good.
"Daddy, who is it?" I heard a little voice ask. It seemed Jessica hadn't
quite gone to bed yet. I saw her little blonde head poke round the
corner "Belle!" she yelled as ran towards me in her nightdress and
hugged my legs.
"Hi Jessica. How are you? And I'm not Belle tonight, you can call me
Sophie."
"Sophie's a pretty name," she said with a big grin on her little face.
"Do you want to see my room?"
"I'm sure Sophie doesn't want to see your room," said Jack, trying to
rescue me from the clutches of his daughter.
"It's fine," I assured him. Turning to Jessica I said "I would love to
see your room."
She grabbed my hand and started pulling me down the hallway, looking
round everything looked very basic, very simplistic. It was clean but
everything just looked practical as opposed to decorative. That's until
we reached Sophie's room.
"Oh my word," I exclaimed as we entered.
"You like it?" Jessica asked hopefully.
"Like it? I love it."
It was a little girl's dream come true. Pink galore. A four poster bed
in the middle of the room with pink drapes. A vanity table with huge
mirrors on it. Wardrobes
filled to the brim with frilly dresses. Decorative shelves filled with
dolls and stuffed toys. I really did love it. That's when I realised
that this was why the rest of the house was so basic. Every penny Jack
spent, went on his little princess. He was the most selfless man I had
ever met.
"A fairy godmother must have magicked all of this up for you?" I asked.
"Nope, Daddy made it." Incredible. Selfless and talented.
Jack got Jessica into bed and we got settled down in the living front
room with a coffee each and went through the sketches I'd made, the
materials I'd require and the hours I'd need to put into it and came up
with a price. I secretly added a little discount for him.
"Fantastic," he said. "And it can be ready for her party in six weeks?"
"Not a problem," I assured him. "So that's our business concluded then?"
"I suppose it is. You could stay for a drink though?" He asked hopefully
"I've got a nice red wine in the kitchen."
Coffee AND red wine. My two favourite drinks in the world. He just keeps
getting better and better.
"I'm driving but I suppose I can have a glass and not be over the
limit," I said in a you're-twisting-my-arm kind of way.
I learned a lot about Jack in that time. He worked as the caretaker at
the primary school. It wasn't the best paying job but it meant he could
rent this bungalow on the cheap from the school and that he'd never be
far from Jessica. Even when she was at school.
"Did you really make all that furniture is Jessica's room?" I asked.
"Yeah, it broke my heart when she used to tell me about the things her
friends had in their rooms. When I looked into all of this princess
furniture I realised that there was no way I could afford to buy it. I'm
quite handy with a hammer so I thought I'd try my hand and make her it."
"More than handy I would say. It's really good, why don't you make some
to sell as your own business? You could make a fortune. I run my own
business so I could give you some tips to get started," I suggested.
"I'll have a look into it," he replied positively.
"She really loves the Disney princess stuff doesn't she?" I asked.
"Don't all little girls?"
"Not just the little ones," I giggled.
"She's quite taken with you, you know? She tells everyone how she got
rescued by Belle."
"Not quite rescued," I replied. "I had barely been with her two minutes
before you came round the corner."
"Well let's not spoil the illusion for her," he laughed.
We were getting on like a house on fire when I saw my glass was empty.
It was 11pm.
"I think it's time I should be getting myself sorted for tomorrow," Jack
said. "Jessica's got a ballet recital early tomorrow and it takes me a
while to get her ready."
That was my cue to leave then. I was a little disappointed but I knew
not to expect too much, if anything at all.
We said our goodbyes, I said I'd be in touch about the dress, paused a
little, realised that nothing was happening and turned to walk to my
car, hearing the front door shut behind me.
I got a little down the road when I saw a figure. It was Richie. My
heart stopped. He looked ill, his face was gaunt and pale.
"I was wondering when you'd come out. Aren't you looking pretty?" he
sneered.
I was just about to turn and run when I heard a voice.
"Sophie!" It was Jack. I turned to look at Jack, when I looked back,
Richie was gone. Although I could hear the steps of somebody running
away.
"Jack?" I hurried back. "What is it?"
"Sophie, I hope this isn't weird, I haven't done this in a long time,
but would you like to meet up sometime? I mean, as like a... well a..."
"A date?" I asked, hopefully.
"Well, yes."
"Here's my personal number. I'm free most evenings except Mondays. Call
me." I gave him the scrap of paper I'd just wrote it down on. How could
I say no, he'd just been my knight in shining armour and he didn't even
know it. I leant up and gave him a peck on the cheek.
I shocked myself a little with that. I was looking into those blue eyes
of his and he was looking back into mine. My heart was beating like
crazy and I realised that I was holding my breath. He wrapped his arms
around my waist and kissed me gently on the lips. I put my arms around
his neck and melted into him.
Richie just watched from the shadows.
Authors Note:
Apologies to the readers. It wasn't until I had written the first
section of this part that I realised that the whole demon thing was not
only rubbish, but completely unnecessary. The only reason that I've left
it in this part is that I had already published part 6 and the end of
part 6 would have made no sense otherwise. So if like me, you didn't
like that part, then just try and block it from memory. If you do like
it, well each to their own I suppose. I want to finish the full story
first, but at some point I hope to come back and revise these two parts.
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