Demon Hunterz

Chapter 15: A woman's heart

                                                                                        (Tammy)

Three days have gone by. Yet Freddie shows no signs of improving. We tried forcing him to eat. Bathe on his own. Perform simple tasks such as eating and drinking. But nothing we do even reaches him. All he does is just sit there. Not saying much. Besides the phrase 'demon' and some girl's name. Sammie was it?

I had high hopes for him too. Especially since he showed so much promise on the field that day. But he turned out to be quite the disappointment.

I talked with Deondre and the others. Hoping they would hear me out. That we should just take him back home. Along with his buddies. Erase their memories. And send them on their merry way.

Most of them agreed. Along with another proposal. Fredrick was the one who suggested it. That Freddie has only a week to snap out of it. Or else he is gonna kill him. Put him out of his misery for good. Now naturally am I one for preferring logic over all else. But something about that phrase being spoken by the mouth of his father irks me to no end. It was too cold. Too harash even for him.

I sit in front of the mirror. Lightly combing my dark red hair. I never really had any trouble taming it. Sometimes I just have to condition it more. In order for it to whip back in shape. It helps keep my mind off things. But it doesn't seem to be working today.

Deondre burst through my room door. He leans in to spot me. His eyes soften. "Tammy, hold down the fort will ya? Make sure Freddie doesn't do anything crazy." He then mumbles. "Not like he isn't already."

"Don't talk about him like that. He's just going though a rough time." I jab coldly.

"It's the truth." Deondre shrugs, not a care in the world.

"Yeah I know. But..." I go quiet.

The tension in the air rises. Some time passes. Before Deondre speaks the very words I was dreading.

"You have feelings for him. Don't you?"

I freeze up inside. Not knowing what else to do. I look the other way. So that he couldn't see me blushing.

"It's alright if you do." Deondre sighs. He leans all the way on the door. Placing his hands in his pockets. "Sometimes you can't help it. But out of all people...just what do you see in him?"

"I can't describe it." I admit truthfully. "My feelings are a mystery. Even to myself. He seems like a good guy and all. But I wish he was more...assertive."

Deondre frowns. "Didn't he try to kiss you the other day?"

"Yeah. But...I don't just want him physically. What I desire is a man who is strong enough to be my equal in every respect. I don't like a relationship where the man decides everything and we just go along with it. No, I refuse to live like that. What I want is something different from the norm. I want a partner. Not a dictator. " I say, while staring into the mirror confidently.