The Demons Within Me
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Original - Misc › -FemSlash - Female/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
26
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3,228
Reviews:
56
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0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons is strictly coincidental
Part 10
Author's Note: Yay! I'm not dead! XD
ikkichi: his name is pronounced Charlos as in chair *sorry for the confusion* I'm glad you were happy
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Yeah, about seeing her the next day… I didn’t, seeing as I was pulled away from all my classes to focus strictly on art today. This is what I didn’t like about competitions, the constant drilling and practice to go above and beyond what I already was capable of doing in such a way I wanted everything to simply be over.
I groaned as my hand cramped for the fifth time that day, causing me to drop my paintbrush. “Damnit!” I cried in frustration reaching down with my off hand to grab the brush from the floor before getting up to rinse the color again. I heard the door open and I glanced behind, groaning inwardly when I saw Cecilia. ‘Please just leave…’ “I thought I heard something in here… are you trying to avoid class again Samantha?” She asked in mock concern “You would think to lock the door if you were…” ‘Thanks when you get out I’ll do just that.’ “And you may want to keep your voice down…”
“I have permission to be here.” I replied simply as she came further into the room.
“And what is this crap you’re trying to do?” she looked from my painting to the bowl of fruit I was painting “A still life?”
“Obviously,” I muttered under my breath
“The colors are off.” She said now standing in front of my easel, “So’s the perspective, maybe if you…” her hand raised to point at something on my painting, way too close to the canvas. Before anything could come out of my mouth, the easel, canvas, paints, brushes, water and all fell to the floor in a loud clatter knocking the table off center, so even if the painting wasn’t ruined by the water, the angle of the fruits was completely changed. “Oops.” she said shrugging. I bit my lip to prevent myself from letting out the stream of curses in my mind. ‘Fucking whore!!! You expect me to fall for your fucked up innocent girl routine? You think I’m actually that stupid. Bitch. Can you do anything more to ruin my life? No. I know you can. You can be even more of an ass and stalk me in my other classes, but you won’t because Amanda’s there and you know she knows she can afford to have suspensions on her record. Damn it, if you hadn’t overheard that last warning I got…’ I took in a shaky breath and let it out slowly, trying to get my thoughts back into some semblance of order before I followed my mind’s advice and kicked you out of the room so hard she couldn’t have children. No, we didn’t want that privilege denied of her… instead I said
“Your root are showing Cecilia.” her hand flew up to her hair and her face registered shock
“What are you talking about?” she demanded, trying to cover her shock with rage
“You don’t actually believe that you’re a true blond do you?” I asked raising my eyebrows. Her jaw clenched and she stormed out without another word, leaving me to clean the mess she’d made of my work. ‘I really think I’ll go with my strengths with this one and screw color.’ I sighed and cleaned the mess and set up a new canvas and began again…
~~~~~
One upside (or downside depending on how you looked at it) of the day was the fact that it was half-day. I could technically leave at the bell for lunch, but seeing as I was set back in the painting, I wanted to at least finish try to finish as much of it as I could, seeing as I had to draw it over, and it was in a different position to what I’d initially started, so the pencil sketch took the same amount of time to do if not longer. ‘Damn you Cecilia’ I grumbled to myself almost wishing I’d hurt her physically in some way before she left. I barely heard the door open and close behind me, and by the time I was aware of another presence in the room, she’d already had her hand on my shoulders gently pressing her fingers into the knots. I closed my eyes and rested the pencil down on the table with my art supplies.
“I heard via the gossip tree that Cecilia did a stress attack on you.” Amanda’s voice said slowly, gently. I nodded breathing out softly “She was trying to get you suspended again… And failed, again.”
“I figured.” I muttered restraining a groan as she hit a sweet spot. I tilted my head to give her better access and, lucky for me, she got the hint. We were like that for maybe twenty minutes (I really wasn’t counting) before she stopped causing me to complain.
“Nuh uh. No more until after you finish it. Are you painting it?” she said referring to the still-life. I reluctantly nodded and got back to work while she got into a spare seat.
What seemed like hours later for me, I finished the basic painting and turned in my seat looking for my pastels, almost completely forgetting that Amanda was still in the vicinity. “Do your parents know about the half-day by the way?” I asked innocently. The glint in her eyes gave me the answer before she opened her mouth
“I highly doubt it is common knowledge among many of the parents of the students of this school when there is ever a half-day unless it’s advertised in some way.” I laughed
“All too true. The problem is, we aren’t doing anything ‘productive’ in the eyes of the students.” I said coyly “Don’t you agree?”
“Not in the eyes of our peers at all.” she shook her head “Pity really. Our teachers should be proud.”
“Should…” I picked up my pastels and stopped, training my eyes on her. “Could I draw you now, or do you want to wait until we’re somewhere more private?” My mind running on the possibilities of if she would really strip for me in school, or (if she did) a teacher might stumble upon us. Apparently, her mind worked the same as mine as she shook her head
“You’re still doing that one, you can focus on the female form later.” I rolled my eyes and mumbled something she couldn’t hear…
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We left school together, and I was doing the cha-cha on the inside at the fact that we’d spend the rest of the day together… at least until I was forced to make my way back home. We made our way to the park before she said “They’re making me go on the date with Robert today…” I looked into her sad eyes as she continued “I don’t know why they can’t see that I don’t like him… I never will.” her voice got softer while her eyes fell to the floor. I took out my phone and called my mom’s work. After a bit of redirecting she answered “Hey mom.” I said tentatively, turning away from Amanda’s suddenly hopeful look
“Yes honey?”
“Umm, Amanda said she has a date with Robert today, and I was wondering if it was possible for her to come over after it was finished.”
“What do her parents think about it?” She sighed at my continued persistence. I glanced at her and said
“I don’t think they would mind?” she shook her head and mouthed ‘They don’t’
“Weeell… I don’t know how much practice you would need, but if her parents don’t mind… I guess…” my face broke out in a goofy grin and she began jumping up and down punching the sky in victory
“Thanks mom.” as I hung up, Amanda flung herself on me
“Thank you!!! Now I have something to look forward to instead of just going home after that ass takes me out. I smiled. ‘So do I.’
“I will have to draw you though.” ‘Clothed or not’ “So that I can at least show my mom that I do some work.” she waved her hand at me.
“That is never a problem with me, you know that.” I smiled and nodded. Somehow I was actually glad that Robert was taking her out (Not that it had to be Robert… Maybe if it had been another guy I'd be happier, but still…) “So should I Bring some clothes over to your place now, or do you want to wait?”
ikkichi: his name is pronounced Charlos as in chair *sorry for the confusion* I'm glad you were happy
CandyCaner: See, i updated!! and i don't mind if the review s are short, (though i do prefer long ones) it at least lets me know i have fans XD
other readers: let me know what you think Review, rate *READ* and Enjoy!! XD
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Yeah, about seeing her the next day… I didn’t, seeing as I was pulled away from all my classes to focus strictly on art today. This is what I didn’t like about competitions, the constant drilling and practice to go above and beyond what I already was capable of doing in such a way I wanted everything to simply be over.
I groaned as my hand cramped for the fifth time that day, causing me to drop my paintbrush. “Damnit!” I cried in frustration reaching down with my off hand to grab the brush from the floor before getting up to rinse the color again. I heard the door open and I glanced behind, groaning inwardly when I saw Cecilia. ‘Please just leave…’ “I thought I heard something in here… are you trying to avoid class again Samantha?” She asked in mock concern “You would think to lock the door if you were…” ‘Thanks when you get out I’ll do just that.’ “And you may want to keep your voice down…”
“I have permission to be here.” I replied simply as she came further into the room.
“And what is this crap you’re trying to do?” she looked from my painting to the bowl of fruit I was painting “A still life?”
“Obviously,” I muttered under my breath
“The colors are off.” She said now standing in front of my easel, “So’s the perspective, maybe if you…” her hand raised to point at something on my painting, way too close to the canvas. Before anything could come out of my mouth, the easel, canvas, paints, brushes, water and all fell to the floor in a loud clatter knocking the table off center, so even if the painting wasn’t ruined by the water, the angle of the fruits was completely changed. “Oops.” she said shrugging. I bit my lip to prevent myself from letting out the stream of curses in my mind. ‘Fucking whore!!! You expect me to fall for your fucked up innocent girl routine? You think I’m actually that stupid. Bitch. Can you do anything more to ruin my life? No. I know you can. You can be even more of an ass and stalk me in my other classes, but you won’t because Amanda’s there and you know she knows she can afford to have suspensions on her record. Damn it, if you hadn’t overheard that last warning I got…’ I took in a shaky breath and let it out slowly, trying to get my thoughts back into some semblance of order before I followed my mind’s advice and kicked you out of the room so hard she couldn’t have children. No, we didn’t want that privilege denied of her… instead I said
“Your root are showing Cecilia.” her hand flew up to her hair and her face registered shock
“What are you talking about?” she demanded, trying to cover her shock with rage
“You don’t actually believe that you’re a true blond do you?” I asked raising my eyebrows. Her jaw clenched and she stormed out without another word, leaving me to clean the mess she’d made of my work. ‘I really think I’ll go with my strengths with this one and screw color.’ I sighed and cleaned the mess and set up a new canvas and began again…
~~~~~
One upside (or downside depending on how you looked at it) of the day was the fact that it was half-day. I could technically leave at the bell for lunch, but seeing as I was set back in the painting, I wanted to at least finish try to finish as much of it as I could, seeing as I had to draw it over, and it was in a different position to what I’d initially started, so the pencil sketch took the same amount of time to do if not longer. ‘Damn you Cecilia’ I grumbled to myself almost wishing I’d hurt her physically in some way before she left. I barely heard the door open and close behind me, and by the time I was aware of another presence in the room, she’d already had her hand on my shoulders gently pressing her fingers into the knots. I closed my eyes and rested the pencil down on the table with my art supplies.
“I heard via the gossip tree that Cecilia did a stress attack on you.” Amanda’s voice said slowly, gently. I nodded breathing out softly “She was trying to get you suspended again… And failed, again.”
“I figured.” I muttered restraining a groan as she hit a sweet spot. I tilted my head to give her better access and, lucky for me, she got the hint. We were like that for maybe twenty minutes (I really wasn’t counting) before she stopped causing me to complain.
“Nuh uh. No more until after you finish it. Are you painting it?” she said referring to the still-life. I reluctantly nodded and got back to work while she got into a spare seat.
What seemed like hours later for me, I finished the basic painting and turned in my seat looking for my pastels, almost completely forgetting that Amanda was still in the vicinity. “Do your parents know about the half-day by the way?” I asked innocently. The glint in her eyes gave me the answer before she opened her mouth
“I highly doubt it is common knowledge among many of the parents of the students of this school when there is ever a half-day unless it’s advertised in some way.” I laughed
“All too true. The problem is, we aren’t doing anything ‘productive’ in the eyes of the students.” I said coyly “Don’t you agree?”
“Not in the eyes of our peers at all.” she shook her head “Pity really. Our teachers should be proud.”
“Should…” I picked up my pastels and stopped, training my eyes on her. “Could I draw you now, or do you want to wait until we’re somewhere more private?” My mind running on the possibilities of if she would really strip for me in school, or (if she did) a teacher might stumble upon us. Apparently, her mind worked the same as mine as she shook her head
“You’re still doing that one, you can focus on the female form later.” I rolled my eyes and mumbled something she couldn’t hear…
~~~~~~
We left school together, and I was doing the cha-cha on the inside at the fact that we’d spend the rest of the day together… at least until I was forced to make my way back home. We made our way to the park before she said “They’re making me go on the date with Robert today…” I looked into her sad eyes as she continued “I don’t know why they can’t see that I don’t like him… I never will.” her voice got softer while her eyes fell to the floor. I took out my phone and called my mom’s work. After a bit of redirecting she answered “Hey mom.” I said tentatively, turning away from Amanda’s suddenly hopeful look
“Yes honey?”
“Umm, Amanda said she has a date with Robert today, and I was wondering if it was possible for her to come over after it was finished.”
“What do her parents think about it?” She sighed at my continued persistence. I glanced at her and said
“I don’t think they would mind?” she shook her head and mouthed ‘They don’t’
“Weeell… I don’t know how much practice you would need, but if her parents don’t mind… I guess…” my face broke out in a goofy grin and she began jumping up and down punching the sky in victory
“Thanks mom.” as I hung up, Amanda flung herself on me
“Thank you!!! Now I have something to look forward to instead of just going home after that ass takes me out. I smiled. ‘So do I.’
“I will have to draw you though.” ‘Clothed or not’ “So that I can at least show my mom that I do some work.” she waved her hand at me.
“That is never a problem with me, you know that.” I smiled and nodded. Somehow I was actually glad that Robert was taking her out (Not that it had to be Robert… Maybe if it had been another guy I'd be happier, but still…) “So should I Bring some clothes over to your place now, or do you want to wait?”