Chapter Two: Keeper of the Darkness: 1st part, ch 2. LAST PUBLIC PREVIEW
Keeper of the Darkness (Last Public Preview) Chapter 2, part 1
Last Public Preview Keeper of the Darkness
The last days
I came home from school, Leelee, my little sister, was bouncing on my bed dressed in a flowing multicolored, Gypsy costume dress, Ipod firmly in hand which she used as her pretend microphone, singing at the top of her lungs. “You see your Gypsehhh” she crooned.
“What are you doing in my room ya little slug?” I asked, folding my arms trying my very best to look annoyed. She didn’t even look up. She bounded off the bed to the floor doing her best Stevie Nicks Gypsy dance. “Uggh, turn that damned thing off, Leelee!”
Leelee continued dancing. She was a huge fan of 70’s and 80’s pop music and she adored Fleetwood Mac, especially her idol Stevie Nicks. She finally turned and saw me standing there and I couldn’t help but smile. She was beautiful, so unlike me, I thought. She had her headdress crown of glittery flowers with fine pastel ribbons flowing down the back of her long blond hair. Small sequins highlighted the ribbons. She looked like a little gypsy Princess. I love her so much though I do my best to make her think she’s a pain in my ass.
“Hey!” she giggled.
“What are you doing in here?”
“Um” she paused, “thinking up new ways to annoy you?”
I grabbed her up in my arms and tossed her on the bed. I laid down by her transfixed by the rose in cheeks and the innocence in her sweet smile. I wondered if maybe Daddy...no, I wont let myself think that. I brushed her hair out her face and gave her a little tickle on the ribs. She giggled and wriggled in gentle protest.
“Sister time!” she announced. I laughed. “Okay, Babes, sister time”.
Sister time was our time. When we would lay down on the bed or sit together on the grass and tune out all outside activity and have our girl talk. Whatever we spoke of always remained just between us.
“Are you sad again today, Sissy?” (Sissy was her nickname for me.) “No, Babes, I’m okay” I lied. Fact is I’m sad every day. Every day for as long as I could remember. Leelee was the only one out of all my friends and family who could pick up on that no matter how hard I tried to hide it.
“I think you are...” she said, smirking. She grabbed a lock of my hair. “What’s the color of the week” she asked, referring to my Electric pink streaking. “It looks good with the black”.
“Thanks” I said smiling, “how bout I do yours?”
“No way, Jose!” she said, backing slightly away with a smirk.
“Oh, I see. Gypsies don’t have Electric pink hair, I forgot”.
“Damn straight!” she giggled
“Leelee!” I admonished, “Its damned, not damn! Grammar, young lady, grammar!”
“Damned it is then” she agreed, followed by a pinkie swear.
I sat looking at her face and her small red polished fingernails as she fidgeted with the coiling snake ring on my pinky finger. She had just turned ten a month ago and Daddy decided to treat her to a spa day for her birthday. Nails, pedicure, eyebrows and even highlights in her hair. Leelee didn’t just shine, she sparkled. Glittering blue eyes and pale skin. She would be a knock out when she blossomed.
“Hey Babes,” my nickname for her “when Mom took you for your spa day on your birthday, did you like it?”
“Well, I guess. It kinda hurt when they put the fake nails on. The lady filed so hard! I was tired when we were done but Daddy was really happy about it”
“Don’t you think you’re a little young for the fake nails?”
“I dunno. I kinda like em. My friends think they’re cool.”
“That night-” I hesitated before finishing the question I was about to ask, “did Daddy maybe come into your room or anything?”
“Yeah” she answered, “like he does every night, I guess”
My heart felt like a pounding, sinking rock that had hit the bottom of my stomach. “Okay, well, you know you can tell me anything, right?”
“Yeah” she said as she curled my hair around her fingers, “sure, I do, Sissy”.
“Has Daddy ever-you know, touched you? You wont be in trouble and I wont tell anyone, I promise”, I pinky sweared.
“No, just kisses me goodnight and takes my Ipod away” she said. “Why?”
I laid back on the bed staring at the ceiling. “No reason, Babes, just wondering”.
“Hmm, well ya know what? I know Daddy says you look like death, but I think that if you do, you’re a beautiful death and I love you.” she said, planting a pink lipstick print on my forehead. “Gotta go, Sissy!”
I lay there for a few moments, already missing her. I knew even then what I was going to do. I only wish I could say goodbye. It just wasn't in the cards.