Escort For The Witch

So it all happened…

Sabrina woke up in a strange daze. “What’s that noise?” echoed quickly in the depths of her foggy consciousness. Rising abruptly from the bed, the girl absentmindedly brushed her hair from her forehead and, trying to shake off the heavy sleep, glanced out the wide-open window. Nothing out of the ordinary. Just the dim light of a street lamp desperately trying to penetrate the gloomy haze. Another crash in the depths of the hall finally dispelled the remnants of her sleep and brought the girl back to the cold reality.

“Eric!” she exclaimed tiredly. “I’ll kill you! Four in the morning! Why the hell aren’t you sleeping? ” With a careless gesture, Sabrina threw a robe over her shoulders and briskly headed for the hall, trying to make herself look as menacing as possible, while trying to remember where she had hidden the baseball bat. She stepped into the hall and instantly froze, noticing in the far corner a rather intoxicated-looking young man. The guy was squatting, clutching his head in his hands, and groaning loudly and mournfully.

“Eric, you’re at it again,” the girl said dolefully as she sat down next to the the young man’s almost immobilized body .

“Hey, sweetheart!” he whispered softly in a gentle, melodious voice that suggested he had consumed more than a shot of tequila. “I’ve come home,” he said, hiding his drunken gaze. “Tell me you’re at least glad to see me. You are glad, aren’t you?”

The young man, his eyes glassy and expressionless, stared at Sabrina, gave up trying to say another word, and only raised his hand, covered his eyes, and let out a hollow, despairing groan.

Concerned to the core, Sabrina reached out to her brother’s alcohol-saturated body. Before she could say anything in response, a loud click of the opening front door shattered the almost quiet idyll of the cool southern night. Sabrina looked, puzzled, at the door, through which appeared a tall, dark figure. She squinted angrily and remembered the baseball bat again. Suddenly, the figure, clearly trying not to make any unnecessary noise and move as quietly as possible, stumbled over a nearby basket containing umbrellas, canes, and various paraphernalia, among which, incidentally, was the fore-said bat.

“For heaven’s sake, Eric, are you trying to save on electricity?” the newcomer grumbled in a low, raspy voice and, muttering under his breath, flicked the switch.

With a preconceived hatred, Sabrina glared into the green eyes of a young man, who suddenly froze at the unexpected encounter. Sabrina was ready to pounce on him and tear him to pieces, just so this spawn of hell would never approach her brother again or even come near her house. However, she soon realized it wasn’t the best idea. The unwanted guest’s towering figure and well-developed muscles would not allow her to successfully carry out her plan. All she could do was put her hands on her hips, furrow her brows menacingly, and listen to yet another improbable tale of her brother’s misadventures. The young man momentarily closed his eyes as if trying to dispel the frightening sight, and when he opened them again his, entire demeanor expressed humility and the inevitability of the impending argument. He slowly shifted his gaze from Sabrina’s angry face to the peacefully snoring body of his friend and prepared himself to endure another tirade in his honor, which didn’t take long to arrive.