Conquer (Control) by Willis M.S

Author:Willis, M.S. [Willis, M.S.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: M.S. Willis
Published: 2013-08-23T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

The ceiling tiles were stained and falling down in areas. Large brown circles hinted to a roof leak and the possibility that this ceiling could eventually fall down on top of our heads if left unfixed. My chest heaved up and down as my body vacillated between tingles and pain. The rhythm of my heart was concerning, but it calmed as I continued to lay there contemplating the maintenance issues of the building.

Four hours. Who knew that a flaming gay man dressed as Richard Simmons could actually keep moving for four long hours. I’d been transported back almost thirty years in history to a time of synthesized music, bright neon colors, clothing and accessories made of plastic, and the most comical and strange hairstyles I have ever seen.

Dancing to the ‘80s. I’d been floored from dancing to the ‘80s.

Every song drove me faster and dangerously close to a deep coma.

Six letters…S.A.F.E.T.Y….There was nothing safe about those letters, about that dance. Men Without Hats lied.

Tony Basil lied as well. Mickey was not fine…Mickey was a bastard who needed to be punched in the face.

Ninety-nine red balloons? Yeah…if I had a pin, I would have popped each and every red balloon Nena was singing about, laughing maniacally while doing so.

“Damsel, you okay?” My eyes searched for the source of that mocking voice. Sure, it’s easy to laugh at the woman laid flat on the ground, but he didn’t just dance for FOUR hours. I’d been excited when the CD ended the first time. My heart dropped when David gleefully started it again from the beginning. The torture continued through four cycles of that CD. I was the one to finally end that CD. After its last hideous conclusion, I jumped in front of David as he tried to hit play again. Ripping the CD from the boombox, I threw it across the room like a Frisbee. It hit the far wall, light bouncing off it as it clattered to the floor. I cackled like a woman crazed and promptly fell to the ground utterly exhausted.

Daemon’s face came into view. His expression was amused, yet concerned. My eyes narrowed. HE did this to me. I thought I was going to die right here on the grubby ground of a decades old gym with David and the peanut gallery looking on with humor. They thought this was funny. I thought I needed an ambulance.

Daemon kneeled down beside me. “Paige, baby, we need to go see Annie. You can’t lay on the floor forever.”

Ha! Who was he kidding? I could happily lie here forever, never moving, never again hearing music. The floor was my friend. The only thing that wasn’t trying to execute me by forcing me to move even an inch from where I landed. Me and the floor, we were fast becoming close.

Daemon reached his hand down to help me up. Annie. I needed to see her. I decided to attempt movement. I willed my arm to raise up to accept Daemon’s assistance.

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