She squinted at the light in the room and lifted her hands to shield her eyes from the beams. She only lowered them after she blinked a few times and allowed her eyes to adjust. When her vision was clear, she quickly glanced around the room. The moment her eyes landed on me I tensed. He eyes were narrowed and her teeth were now bared. She gripped onto a tea towel that was in her hand and hissed at me.
Fuck.
She was fuming mad.
"You promised!" I shouted in a very high-pitched voice and stumbled backward.
Neala's eyes bore into mine as she rolled the tea towel in her hand as tightly as she could and snarled, "I lied."
Oh, shite.
"What are you going to do with the tea tow- Ow!"
I looked down to my leg, and gritted my teeth. She whipped my thigh with the tea towel, and it bloody hurt!
A lot.
"You locked me in your storage room all night, you practically held me hostage!" Neala snarled, her eyes wild with rage.
I held my hands up in front of my chest and slowly started to back away from her and toward my escape - the kitchen door.
"You broke into me house, and you gave me the runs - that out does anything I've done to you in the last twelve hours!" I snapped right back.
Neala hesitated in advancing on me, she folded her arms across her chest and proceeded to evilly grin. "I knew you would take those drinks from your ma and down them. It was a beautiful thing to watch, really."
She did not do what I think she did.
I narrowed my eyes at her demented ones and when I saw the truth, I gasped.
"You drafted me mother onto your side?" I accused.
Holy crap.
The deception hit me with the full force of a train impact!
How bloody dare she corrupt my unknowing mother into her evil scheme. That woman birthed me!
"No, not necessarily." Neala smirked, her face a mask of evil. "I paid one of the bartenders to give us the wrong drinks, I only suggested to your ma that you liked whiskey and would be glad of both of them. It was a piece of cake. Your ma didn't want them to go to waste and since I knew none of the women at the table would drink them I knew she would do as I suggested and bring the drinks to you."
I narrowed my eyes at the she-devil. "I cannot believe you. I can understand using my mother as a pawn in your Satanic plan if it was for something lesser, but you upped the ante this time around. You all but twisted my insides, Neala. I've never messed with your insides. What you did to me is just deplorable."
I blinked my eyes when Neala threw the tea towel at my face and screeched, "Liar! You gave me food poisoning at Sean's twentieth birthday party. I was bed bound and puking for days!"
I winced.
I forgot about that.
"I didn't do that on purpose though, I really thought that chicken was in date. What you did to me was planned down to a tee, you evil cow!"
I wished I used a different word instead of cow when Neala's face twisted in rage. I stepped away from her in case she decided to unleash her building fury upon me.
"You kept me hostage all night, had your parrot insult me all morning, and now you're calling me fat?"
Oh, Jesus.
I was going to die today.
I didn't answer Neala nor did I try to explain that I wasn't calling her fat. Instead, I turned and ran out of the kitchen so fast I left a smoke trail behind me. I didn't care if it made me a coward, a bitch, or anything else. No one else knows how hard Neala can punch, and from the look in her rage filled eyes, I knew she would aim for my balls if given the chance and I wasn't giving her that opportunity.
"Darcy!" she bellowed from behind me.
I could hear her feet smack against my tiled kitchen floor, and for a moment, I wished she would slip and fall so she would be preoccupied and wouldn't come after me.
Was that mean?
"Shite!" I yelped when what could only be described as a semi heavy-set monkey jumped on my back.
I instinctively reached up and grabbed Neala's arms when she tried to wrap them around my neck. I was ready for that move this time around. When she pulled the same stunt in Symths on Wednesday, I wasn't ready for her to almost strangle me, but today I was.
Not today, Clarke.
Not today!
"Are you crazy?" I snapped and tried to wriggle her off my back, but like a spider monkey she clung onto me for dear life.
I tried to wiggle her off some more, but when those efforts failed I grunted and walked into my living room where I tried to forward flip her off my back and onto my couch, and when that didn't work I got annoyed and decided to play dirty. I let go of her arms and reached behind my back and tickled down her sides all the way down to her outer thighs. This was one hundred percent effective because Neala was ticklish, extremely ticklish.
"Bastard!" she screeched and let go of me.
She fell backwards and landed on her back on my red oak wooden floor with a mighty thud.
I winced as I turned around and looked down at her.
I placed my hands on my hips and sighed, "Are you okay, monkey?"
Neala made a noise that wasn't exactly human, and it freaked me out. I was afraid to lean down in case she was faking and grabbed at me with her hands, so instead I reached out with my right leg and nudged her with my foot to make sure she was still alive.
"Darcy," she growled through her pain. "Get your disgusting foot away from me right now."
I inwardly grinned at her threatening outburst.
She was fine.
"Still afraid of men's feet?" I asked and raised my leg so I could wriggle my foot around in front of her face just to annoy her further.
She screeched and pushed herself away from me.
"Not afraid, just repulsed," she spat.
I looked down at my foot then back up to Neala's curled lip of disgust and smirked.
She growled at me, "Don't even think about it."
I raised a curious eyebrow. "Think about what?"
"Whatever nasty thing that is going through your tiny mind right now."
She never missed a chance to insult me.
I raised my hands in the air. "I'm not thinking about doing anything, therefore I'm not going to do anything... You on the other hand, are."
Neala slowly got herself to her feet.
I swallowed when her dress rose a little higher up her thighs than it should have. I swallowed again and looked away when she gripped the hem and tugged it down.