Valentines Heat I
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“I will. Everything,” he said.
“Maybe I won’t kill you just yet, then.” She held him there, scowling, and then, without warning, let out a scream that sounded almost like a roar. He spasmed and went still.
“Oh my God, Delilah, did you kill him?” I asked.
She dropped him to the ground. “No, I just kind of overloaded his fear receptors. He’s unconscious. He’ll be fine, except he’ll be too scared to hurt anybody for a long time.”
The other two guys were trembling—actually trembling—in fear. Delilah looked at Dave, who nodded. She picked up the second one and told him the same thing, basically, that she’d told the first one.
“You said it was Timmy’s idea,” she added.
“Yes, it was! Yes,” Brett said. “It was all his idea. He got the stuff.”
“Then maybe you should stop hanging out with fucking rapist losers who drug people, hmm?” she said.
He was crying and nodding so hard I was a little afraid his head might come off. She drew herself up and screamed at him again in that almost-roar, until he went limp, then she put him down.
The last one was Alex, the first we’d found, and he was just a mess. He had already been terrified and had now witnessed his friends being snarled at. I caught a glimpse of pity in Delilah’s eyes as she lifted him up.
“If you ever try anything like this ever again, I will find you, and I will castrate you,” she said.
“I know,” he said.
“Get new friends. Learn how to talk to people.”
“I will,” he said.
She hesitated before giving him the snarl, and after she did and had set him down, she grabbed Dave’s arm for support.
“Tired,” she said.
Dave looked at me with that puppy-dog look, so I took Delilah’s arm. “Why don’t we go sit down in the cop car,” I said. “Come on, assholes,” I added.
I left Delilah in the front passenger side of the nearest cop car with Emily hanging out nearby while I got the guys into the back. They were totally docile, now, like little automatons, except I’m pretty sure at least one of them had wet himself. Dave disappeared into the house and returned a few minutes later with a pair of cops, one on either side, their arms around him, and I’m pretty sure they leaned in to kiss each other as he helped them to the car. He put them in the backseat of the other car.
“Can anybody drive?” he asked. Delilah was losing strength by the minute. Emily and I looked at each other.
“Maybe if we go together?” I asked.
“Sure,” she said. “My head is killing me, but if it’s not far, we can manage.”
“Cool.” He disappeared back inside and brought out another pair of cops. I remembered them—the female ones who’d fought everybody. None of the cops seemed to be particularly hurt, so he laid them out on the sidewalk. They pretty much passed out as soon as he got them there.
“Should we call an ambulance or something?” I asked.
Dave came over to us. “I need you to get Delilah out of here. Take her home.” He rummaged in his pocket and produced a key. “Take my car. It’s back by the pizza place. I’m going to stay here and try to sort this out.”
“How are you going to do that?” I asked.
He looked around. “I’ll say it was a riot. I’ll say these guys drugged the punch. That’s all true. Nobody knows what else happened.”
“Will they remember?” I asked.
“They’ll chalk it up to the drugs,” Dave said.
* * *
We took Delilah back to her place and got her tucked into bed. It was so crazy to think just a couple hours earlier we’d been doing each other’s hair, getting ready for a party. The idea of making it back to our dorm was too much to fathom, so we laid out sheets and pillows on the floor by the couch. I, for one, was asleep as soon as I hit the pillow.
The next morning, we all slept in. I woke to the smell of bacon and coffee. Delilah was up making breakfast. I went into the kitchen and found Emily already there.
“Hey,” she said. “I was just telling Delilah about the weirdest dream I had.”
Delilah and I exchanged looks. “Yeah?” I asked.
“It was crazy. It was like, Delilah could control people with her pheromones or something.” She laughed at Delilah who also laughed. “Crazy.”
“Weird,” I said.
Delilah plopped a plate full of bacon and eggs in front of me.
“Are those biscuits?” I asked.
“Homemade,” she said.
“Where have you been all my life?” I asked.
END
~ About CL Bledsoe ~
CL Bledsoe is the author of three novels, one short story collection, and four poetry collections. He’s been published in hundreds of magazines, newspapers, and anthologies Bledsoe lives in the DC area with his daughter.
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