Sunday, February 15, 2009

IMPOSSIBLE GIRL - 14

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Belinda had dropped in while IGirl was away. He hadn’t told her, didn’t know how. IGirl was desperate to meet Belinda. Partly because she wanted to claw her eyes out, partly because she wanted her own link to the truth.

It was a short visit. She asked him how his songwriting was going, smug look on her face, as if she was somehow responsible for his success. He hated her, could barely look at her. He couldn’t believe he had risked IGirl for that night. More then risked. In many ways he had lost her.

He would be happy if he never saw Belinda again. If he could crush her, kill her, anything to get rid of her, he would.

But he couldn’t. IGirl was right, she was their only link. Besides which, he was afraid.

She came bearing warnings, hints and small instructions. Rowan had no idea who or what was driving these interviews but he knew they weren’t Belinda’s idea. She hated him as much as he hated her.

‘The acne look isn’t mandatory,’ she had said with a smirk.

IGirl hated it, they both did. Sore dry red welts that covered their legs and arms, faces when they didn’t feed.

Belinda skin was clear, lush even. There was a ticket price on that skin though. It didn’t need to be spelled out.
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