Page 10 of Twisted Diaries of a Monster Groupie

Dear Diary,

They say not to sit too close at the ballet because it ruins the illusion. The same can be said for annoying ass Celebrities.

XOXO – Roxy

This wasn’t working, not for her. This idiot in the passenger seat was eating Cheetos from the delivery driver’s lunch box and humming along with the radio. It was absurd the way the snacks cheesy flakes practically glowed on his green skin to taunt her.

“Want one? They’re cheesy goodness,” he said, shaking the bag at her.

Slowly her eyes veered to him as she gritted her teeth. She said nothing but it was clear she was mad as hell. Yet, Acid kept smiling that ridiculously handsome, toothy grin, knowing he was getting on her last nerve.

“ Awe , my little punk princess is pouting because she didn’t get to kidnap me and had to save my life instead. Don’t worry, pumpkin. Maybe next time.” He reached to punch her cheek with his cheesy fingers, making her slap it away. “You’re so adorable when you’re mad.”

“I could kill you, you know? You know there are no laws against un-aliving the undead.”

That was a laugh. He knew better. “Why would you kill your own creation? I’m fucking cool as hell and I give amazing orgasms. You said so yourself. Now my friend Parker, I can believe if you met him you would. The guy’s a jerk. Every girl I know wants that asshole dead.”

“And you’re not?” she scowled, turning her eyes back to the road. “Why don’t you just shut your stupid mouth so I can think.”

He faked being offended with a girlish squeal making her almost break a smile, but she still wasn’t giving in. She hit the gas, throwing him back in his seat.

“Oh no, kids. Mommy and Daddy are fighting again. Is this about last night, darling? Didn’t I make you cum?”

He started to reach for the zipper on her jeans to taint her as she pulled out a switchblade from her cleavage and jammed it into the dashboard as a warning.

“Okay, okay. Relax. Damn. So, Momma’s not in the mood for a quicky. Maybe later.”

“You’re an asshole.”

“It’s part of my charm,” he teased, sitting back in his seat and taking the blade to pick his teeth. To make it all the more aggravating, he propped his feet, hanging them out the van window. “You know you could be a little nicer to a guy. I did my best work last night.”

That did it. She had enough of his mouth. Slamming on the brakes, she slid onto the side of the road, grabbed the knife, and held it to his throat.

“Psycho alert! Time to ditch.”

After seeing he’d said too much, Acid jumped out of the van, and she quickly crawled across the seat and followed. As he backed away with his hands up, he found he was too far away from society to piss her off too much. He’d need a ride back into town and it was getting late.

“Relax, babe. I was just messing with you. Don’t do anything rash. Let’s just talk about this.”

She stalked forward, knife pointed between his eyes. “Talk? Talk! You didn’t talk last night when you just left me alone in bed before sneaking out the door. Not a goodbye, not a note. Nothing!”

“Okay, so I should have left a note, but I didn’t want to disturb you. You looked so cute lying there in the afterglow. Admit it toots, you look fucking hot laying there wearing my cu…”

“Finish that sentence and I’ll slice up every inch of you and feed it to the buzzards.”

“Okay, listen. I didn’t want to dodge out last night. I just don’t do the romance thing.”

“No, you listen, you green-skinned fuck boy.” She stomped closer, waving the knife, each step making him back away more. “You could have said that without making me feel like an idiot. You could have not used me for sex and made me think you cared. I was perfectly fine with a one-night stand but you… Never mind.”

Dropping his hands he knew what he did. He made her feel special, and she was, but he damn sure wasn’t ready to admit it. “I know, Roxy. I’m sorry. It got too real, and I guess I got spooked. I know you don’t know this, but that emotional stuff is different for Frankie’s than the living.”

She raised a brow seeing how he looked as if he was admitting his remorse. “What do you mean, different ?”

“It’s complicated. Just know that what I said last night in the heat of passion, I meant. I’m just not ready for commitment. It’s not exactly easy for me. I’m supposed to be dead and I’m having feelings lately I don’t quite understand about myself. I just have to figure things out on my own. It’s not every day a guy becomes the living dead. There’s a learning curve. It’s all as new to me as it is to the living who want me six feet under.”

Slowly, but reluctantly, she dropped the knife to her side. “You’re connecting to your human emotions again.”

“Yeah. And my brain just… feels different. It’s like I crave something deep within my soul that I never knew was there.”

Roxy’s eyes narrowed. “Soul?”

The tone of that question made him take a serious step forward. “Yeah. Why?”

“You’re dead. Your soul left you.”

“Yes, and it came back changed. As a human, you have to just believe it’s there. I feel it within every inch of my being. It’s no longer just believing there’s something more to life because I saw what lies beyond. I laid my eyes on the hereafter. It’s all changed now, Roxy. I feel and know things I don’t think I should. Life. Death. Love. Hate. Everything and nothing at once. The universe is so much more than what we see in this world. I can pretend to be this perfect monster, but this changed me, and last night did, too.”

“It… did?”

He nodded. “Yeah, and I need you to understand that I need to deal with this my way.”

“I can help you. My science created you. I can investigate your neuroreceptors. Maybe we can take a look at your brain activity and—”

“Roxy, you’re not listening,” he said with a raised tone. “This isn’t some fucking science experiment. This is the very core of existence we’re talking about. I know you don’t understand but it’s just not normal for me to be standing here right now talking to you. I’m alive again, but nothing will ever be the same for me.”

“Of course, it won’t. That’s why this science is so amazing. You’re undead and practically immortal. Everything is different.”

“Damn it! Roxy, listen to me. I was supposed to die, and we played God. I’m talking about the deepest part of humanity; emotions, feelings, the very core of us, living or dead. The thing that we all long for most as humans that we never truly understand. I feel it more now than ever and it’s scaring the hell out of me!”

She stepped back, knowing what he was trying to say without saying it. “You mean love.”

His jaw tightened as he looked away, running his hand through his hair. He hated that word even more now than in life. “It’s more than that. Something happened last night that I can’t explain. I need you to back off and just let me figure it out, okay.”

She nodded, knowing that whatever connection she felt, he was saying he felt it tenfold. She was starting to understand it all. He’d experienced a different plane of existence and everything he felt was magnified. She knew Frankie’s exhibited heights of rage like no normal man, but she hadn’t even considered the opposite due to her love of horror. She shook her head not believing what he was saying.

“If that’s true…” she couldn’t get the words out. She knew what it meant. He was struggling with love and his own mortality. “I understand. We need to take you back then.”

“What? You can’t do that. Those bastards will cut me up in little pieces and sell me off like a filet in a fish market.”

“Don’t be so dramatic.”

“Woman, you aren’t hearing me.” He grabbed her shoulders, forcing her to pay close attention. He had to because his undead life depended on it. “Donnie isn’t just some average loan shark. He’s a killer and enjoys it… a lot. He won’t just de-animate me. He’ll make me suffer. He knows that as the undead I can’t die as easily as the average man. He will slowly torture me and cut each appendage off until there is nothing left of me but a talking head. And the worst part—”

She cringed. “He’ll mount it and keep it alive.”

“Yeah. Do you know that chip in our heads your dad created that keeps the brain activity going, even without the body? He knows he could just attach me to a blood drip, then plug me in like a table lamp to keep me around forever. I don’t want to be just a head in a jar. What will people say?”

When he started pacing around, biting at his nails, Roxy couldn’t help it. The image of him as just a head trying to get at a bag of Cheetos made her start laughing so hard that she bent over holding her belly.

“It’s not funny!”

“It’s hilarious! You’d be there yapping your head off so that he’d have to cut your tongue out because you’re so damn annoying and never shut up. Too bad because after last night I’d say that tongue is one part worth saving.”

Rolling his eyes, his arms crossed over his chest. “Haha. Laugh it up. You won’t be laughing when he realizes it’s you who took me out of there. I’d say death would become you, but I don’t think you’d have the second chance I did. It would be a waste since Frank-n-science is outlawed and there’s no one to bring you back.”

“M-my dad would.” She looked away, almost ready to cry. She missed him so much and knew he could bring her back if he was just free from that prison.

“He got life in the clink, Roxy. He’s not getting out. The only one who knows that science is you. If you die, so does any hope that anyone will come back in the future.”

Looking at him, she didn’t think that was what Acid would want anyway. “You don’t fight for Frankie’s rights, do you? I used to think maybe it was that you were selfish and wanted all the glory for yourself, but now I think it’s something else.”

He scoffed, getting back into the truck. “Let’s just go.”

“No. I hit a nerve. You don’t want to bring others back until you figure out what it is you’re feeling. You need to know what is making everything so magnified.”

“Just drive. We have a long road ahead. We can stay at my place until the heat dies down. Donnie doesn’t know where I live.”

“I live closer.”

“No way. I’m not risking you trying to lock me in a hole in your basement like Buffalo Bill. This isn't the Silence of the Lambs here, princess. We do this my way.”

“Fine. But mark my words, Acid. You’re going to have to face your demons one day. Or better yet, your feelings.”

“Feelings are for the weak,” he said, before slamming the van door.

She just laughed. He’d laid all his cards out and now she had the upper hand. He all but admitted he had feelings for her, and now, she was going to push him to the limits.

When she got in the driver’s seat she smirked. “Hold on, it’s about to be a bumpy ride.”

When he looked over, he saw it. That naughty smirk mixed with a hint of crazy. “Do I need to be scared?”

“Definitely.”