Tensing out the rope
When Marla could, finally, exit her house by tying up together several pieces of clothing and doing a makeshift rope out of them, she was as furious as she had ever been. She was covered in ashes from head to toe, and her house was completely ruined. She was so furious that she couldn’t even try to summon her powers, they kept slipping away, and it was only making her tired. The fact that she had to walk up to her mother’s house, dirty as she was, while people stared and pointed at her on the street just made it worse. She rang the doorbell at her mother’s house with insistence. It took Naomi longer than Marla would have wanted to open the door, she was on the brink of taking it down when she finally appeared behind it, still wearing her bed clothes.
-Oh, fuck! Don’t you ever work?- Marla prompted while making her way inside the house.- Of course you don’t. Don’t look at me like this, what happened is none of your business. I’m going to take a shower, go dress yourself and buy me something presentable. Also, I will be staying in here until I can fix this mess. MOVE!
Her mother hurried in as she went up to her old room. It had been so long since she had lived there, the room was painted a pale purple and it had thousands of stickers on the walls, the bed was tiny, with floral coversheets. It was exactly as it had been when she was young. If she hadn’t been sweaty and dusted, she would have lied down to see if it still smelled the same way that it used to. She entered the bathroom, closed the door behind her and started taking off her clothes. She got inside the shower under the warm water. She always showered with warm water, even if it was summer, she loved to feel the warmth on her skin. She saw how the dust and the ashes washed away, turning the water black. She left her mind blank, focusing on feeling the water run down her skin, streaming down her spine after leaving her soaked red hair, it made her wonder, would she ever feel the warmth of a lover’s hands on her skin again? This made her remember of Alex, and she started crying, her tears getting mixed with the fine rain of the shower. She had loved Alex, but they wouldn’t accept her having a serious relationship, and less with a girl. She had hated them, she had, but she was bound to them by contract, and she didn’t want to miss what she had already. She had been on the verge of abandoning when she had heard about Alex’s death. She really had, but it was not like she could walk away from everything. She started shaking and sat down in the bathtub. She regretted having decided to join them, but she had no choice because she was the Creator and it was her fate, even if she didn’t want it. She left the water wash away her feelings as it had cleaned up her skin.
When Marla got out of the shower she was feeling much better, she was still enraged, but she knew that Albert didn’t have the power to touch her, and she still wanted to play with him a bit more. She found some clothes laying on her old bed. If one thing could be said of Naomi, was that she had good taste in clothing. She slipped into her new clothes and dried her hair with the towel. She knew what she had to do next, although she wasn’t really keen on it.
Naomi was waiting for her downstairs, she looked scared wondering what her daughter would do next. Marla looked at her mother in disgust, knowing that it would be hard for her to live under the same roof as that woman who dared to call her daughter.
-Drive me to the center.- she said.
-Where?
-You are asking me questions? Drive me. I will tell you where to stop.
Naomi took the car keys without saying anything else and drove her to the center of the city. They drove in silence, with Marla completely ignoring her mother.
-Leave me here, and wait for me.
She got out of the car just in front of the old city gates. The city was packed with tourists taking silly pictures of every imaginable spot. She hated them, she hated the city in the summer, when she had to share it with all those foreigners that thought that they had the right of walking around her streets. She walked briskly, taking the most direct route to the cathedral. The statue, her statue, gave her shivers, as it always did, it seemed to be looking at her, judging her. Even if she no longer had eyes, wondering how could she had become that. Marla wished she could have it pulled down, but she knew that it escaped her powers. She turned her back to it and walked up to the cathedral. It was cold and dark, as usual. Even if the light was coming through the windows, and there were the thousand usual candles on the altars. She looked around for a priest, the first one she saw was a short squarely build young one, seeing him in close proximity she saw that he was around his age.
-Take me to the Priest.- she demanded.
The young priest looked at her, not understanding her requirement.
-What do you mean? I am a priest, I’m father Joshua.
-Oh, my! Is everyone stupid today? I say the Priest, with capital P!
When she saw that she wouldn’t get anything from the young man, she stormed away until she found a priest she actually knew.
-Peter, I need to see the Priest.- she said nervously.
-First, I’m father Peter out here, and you have to treat me with respect. Second, the Priest is not here today.
-What the hell do you mean that he is not here?- Marla shouted.
Several people turned around at her cursing and stared at that young lady who was talking so disrespectfully to the priest.
-He is not here, and moderate your language.
-Fuck you and your modals. I need to talk to him and I need to talk to him right now!
-Marla, if you don’t calm down I will have to ask you to leave the temple.- he said lowering his voice.
-You can’t make me leave! This fucking church exists because of me! Don’t you remember who I am?- she raised her voice even more.
By then half of the gathered were staring at them in a semicircle. Some of them were even taping the whole tantrum on video. Father Peter saw it and took her by the elbow to a more private place.
-Marla, calm down. I am sorry, but whatever you have to talk with him will have to wait.
-It can’t wait! Albert almost burned my house down, and he only didn’t because he was not feeling like it because it was a warning. You put me in this, you help me out of it.
-You will have to take care of it yourself until he comes back.
-You don’t understand it! I still don’t know how to manage all my powers! I need to talk to… well, me. And he is the only one that can take me there.
-He comes back in three days, you will have to wait.- he replied stubbornly.
-Go fuck yourself!- Marla ended the conversation after slapping Peter across the face.
She left the room where Peter had dragged her just to see a multitude waiting for her exit. She was raging, and she decided to get revenge.
-Do not trust anything they tell you! It is a lair of liars. Every one of the priests in this fucking church has fucked me. More than once, and they weren’t so piteous or pure when doing it.
She then got herself lost inside the crowd as she heard them mutter. Marla knew that the rumor would soon be all around the city, but she didn’t care, she also knew that she had won herself another enemy, but she was the one with the power, so from then on she would only do what she pleased.
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