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Frozen
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Текст книги "Frozen"


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"DARCY! LET! ME! OUT!"

I opened my eyes and smiled.

"Music, sweet music." I beamed.

I heard Neala scream in anger as she began to beat on the storage room door for the tenth time in the last few hours. I was originally only going to play a trick on her and leave her in the storage room for only a few minutes, but she cursed and banged on the door for a solid thirty minutes, and to be honest, I wasn't opening the door while she was in that state. She would have just attacked me.

I did eventually open the door when she stopped banging and screaming, an hour after putting her in there, and I found her rolled up on the storage room floor lying on multiple tea towels snoring like an old man. I didn't want to move her for the simple reason that my hourly trips to the bathroom were her fault – I had no proof, but I knew she gave me diarrhoea – and I wanted her to suffer a little. I didn't want her to get sick though – I wasn't as evil as she was – so I got my spare duvet cover and some pillows and wrapped her up in them.

She didn't move a muscle while I tucked her in, probably because she was exhausted from hiking up to my house in below freezing weather wearing only a dress, blazer, and high heels while it was snowing. The girl wasn't the brightest crayon in the box.

"Darcy!"

I sighed, and got up from my bed. I stretched, put on a pair of comfy trousers and absentmindedly checked my sheets to make sure I didn't have another 'accident'. I shook my head just thinking about last night. After shitting myself I spent thirty minutes cleaning up my bathroom, and bagging my soiled clothes and cleaning rags. I threw them out into my bin out back, and that was when I heard the little criminal cursing up a storm in my driveway. She wore the wrong clothes to break into someone's house when it was snowing outside, and she was so loud I could hear from the back of my house.

Stealth definitely wasn't her forte.

I can't call her too much of an idiot though, she did manage to pull one over on me and make me shit myself. I don't think my pride will ever recover from the revolting moment that she caused. Even after I locked the evil witch in my storage room she was stilling hurting me because I had to make frequent trips to my bathroom all night long. My stomach only settled around five o'clock this morning. Unfortunately my arsehole still felt like it was in the fiery pits of Mount Doom except I didn't have to trek to Mordor.

One ring did in fact rule me and it was the burning ring of my arsehole.

It hurt so bad I was pretty sure I had third degree burns!

Oh, and if having crippling stomach pain and a flaming arsehole wasn't enough, my nose suffered terribly with the smell that took residence in my bathroom. I went through two bottles of bleach, and a whole can of air freshener and the smell of death still lingered in the room. I closed the bathroom door and had to leave the built in ceiling fan on all night as an added method to air the room out. The smell may never leave though – I wouldn't be surprised it moulded onto every surface at the molecular level.

I'm sure that's what Neala wanted in the first place.

"The evil cow," I muttered as I exited my bedroom and walked down the hallway to my kitchen and temporary prison.

I opened the kitchen door and winced when the love of my life made a whimpering sound.

"Baby girl, what's wrong?" I asked and rushed over to my African Grey parrot.

She was my baby – she was seven years old and the boss of my house.

"Darcy, is that you? Open the door and let me out, the bird is driving me bleeding mad!"

I ignored Neala and opened the birdcage and stroked my baby's chest when she climbed onto my hand.

"What's wrong with you, Einstein?" I asked.

I heard a frustrated wail come from the storage room.

"I told you, I want you to-"

"I wasn't talking to you Neala, I was talking to me bird," I cut Neala off as I continued to stroke Einstein's chest.

Neala was silent for a moment, then she laughed.

"You called your parrot Einstein? Why?"

I opened my mouth to speak, but Einstein cut me off.

"Shut up, Neala."

I beamed and scratched my Einstein's head. I glanced at the storage room door, then I laughed when Neala went silent in her make shift prison.

"I named her Einstein because she is very smart, as you can tell."

More silence.

I smugly smiled. "What's the matter, Neala? Why are you quite all of a sudden?"

I could practically feel her mind turning as she thought.

"You taught your bird to tell me to shut up?" she asked, lowly.

I taught her much more than that.

I simply laughed and said, "Yeah."

"Why?"

I shrugged my shoulders even though she couldn't see me.

"I thought it would be funny for Einstein to tell you off if you ever came up here, and I was right. It's fecking hilarious. This prank was set in motion years ago."

Neala banged on the door in outrage.

"You're a class A arsehole!"

I couldn't disagree with that statement.

"Waterrr... apple."

I looked down to Einstein and lifted my hand up so she could get on top of her cage and nibble on the fruit that I put onto different sections of her cage yesterday, and also so she could have access to her water bottle.

I turned away from Einstein and walked over to the storage room where I paused as I reached for the door handle.

"Promise you won't attack me if I open the door."

Neala laughed.

"That doesn't give me any reason to let you out, Neala."

She quieted down and muttered, "Okay, I won't hit you."

She didn't sound the least bit truthful.

"Try again, and this time make me believe you."

I could feel Neala's hate for me radiate through the storage room door, and it only caused me to grin. The next while after she was free from the storage room would be interesting, that was for damn sure.

"Darcy," Neala started, "please let me out of this storage room. I promise not to attack you if you do."

It was forced, but possibly honest.

"Okay, good enough."

I leaned forward and turned the lock on the door and pressed down on the handle. I had every intention of apologising for keeping her in the storage room and explaining why I did what I did, but all of my thoughts went out the window and I jumped back like a fish out of water when the door was kicked open and a disoriented and wild Neala emerged.

She squinted at the light in the room and lifted her hands to shield her eyes from the beams. She only lowered them after she blinked a few times and allowed her eyes to adjust. When her vision was clear, she quickly glanced around the room. The moment her eyes landed on me I tensed. He eyes were narrowed and her teeth were now bared. She gripped onto a tea towel that was in her hand and hissed at me.

Fuck.

She was fuming mad.

"You promised!" I shouted in a very high-pitched voice and stumbled backward.

Neala's eyes bore into mine as she rolled the tea towel in her hand as tightly as she could and snarled, "I lied."

Oh, shite.

"What are you going to do with the tea tow– Ow!"

I looked down to my leg, and gritted my teeth. She whipped my thigh with the tea towel, and it bloody hurt!

A lot.

"You locked me in your storage room all night, you practically held me hostage!" Neala snarled, her eyes wild with rage.

I held my hands up in front of my chest and slowly started to back away from her and toward my escape – the kitchen door.

"You broke into me house, and you gave me the runs – that out does anything I've done to you in the last twelve hours!" I snapped right back.

Neala hesitated in advancing on me, she folded her arms across her chest and proceeded to evilly grin. "I knew you would take those drinks from your ma and down them. It was a beautiful thing to watch, really."

She did not do what I think she did.

I narrowed my eyes at her demented ones and when I saw the truth, I gasped.

"You drafted me mother onto your side?" I accused.

Holy crap.

The deception hit me with the full force of a train impact!

How bloody dare she corrupt my unknowing mother into her evil scheme. That woman birthed me!

"No, not necessarily." Neala smirked, her face a mask of evil. "I paid one of the bartenders to give us the wrong drinks, I only suggested to your ma that you liked whiskey and would be glad of both of them. It was a piece of cake. Your ma didn't want them to go to waste and since I knew none of the women at the table would drink them I knew she would do as I suggested and bring the drinks to you."

I narrowed my eyes at the she-devil. "I cannot believe you. I can understand using my mother as a pawn in your Satanic plan if it was for something lesser, but you upped the ante this time around. You all but twisted my insides, Neala. I've never messed with your insides. What you did to me is just deplorable."

I blinked my eyes when Neala threw the tea towel at my face and screeched, "Liar! You gave me food poisoning at Sean's twentieth birthday party. I was bed bound and puking for days!"

I winced.

I forgot about that.

"I didn't do that on purpose though, I really thought that chicken was in date. What you did to me was planned down to a tee, you evil cow!"

I wished I used a different word instead of cow when Neala's face twisted in rage. I stepped away from her in case she decided to unleash her building fury upon me.

"You kept me hostage all night, had your parrot insult me all morning, and now you're calling me fat?"

Oh, Jesus.

I was going to die today.

I didn't answer Neala nor did I try to explain that I wasn't calling her fat. Instead, I turned and ran out of the kitchen so fast I left a smoke trail behind me. I didn't care if it made me a coward, a bitch, or anything else. No one else knows how hard Neala can punch, and from the look in her rage filled eyes, I knew she would aim for my balls if given the chance and I wasn't giving her that opportunity.

"Darcy!" she bellowed from behind me.

I could hear her feet smack against my tiled kitchen floor, and for a moment, I wished she would slip and fall so she would be preoccupied and wouldn't come after me.

Was that mean?

"Shite!" I yelped when what could only be described as a semi heavy-set monkey jumped on my back.

I instinctively reached up and grabbed Neala's arms when she tried to wrap them around my neck. I was ready for that move this time around. When she pulled the same stunt in Symths on Wednesday, I wasn't ready for her to almost strangle me, but today I was.

Not today, Clarke.

Not today!

"Are you crazy?" I snapped and tried to wriggle her off my back, but like a spider monkey she clung onto me for dear life.

I tried to wiggle her off some more, but when those efforts failed I grunted and walked into my living room where I tried to forward flip her off my back and onto my couch, and when that didn't work I got annoyed and decided to play dirty. I let go of her arms and reached behind my back and tickled down her sides all the way down to her outer thighs. This was one hundred percent effective because Neala was ticklish, extremely ticklish.

"Bastard!" she screeched and let go of me.

She fell backwards and landed on her back on my red oak wooden floor with a mighty thud.

I winced as I turned around and looked down at her.

I placed my hands on my hips and sighed, "Are you okay, monkey?"

Neala made a noise that wasn't exactly human, and it freaked me out. I was afraid to lean down in case she was faking and grabbed at me with her hands, so instead I reached out with my right leg and nudged her with my foot to make sure she was still alive.

"Darcy," she growled through her pain. "Get your disgusting foot away from me right now."

I inwardly grinned at her threatening outburst.

She was fine.

"Still afraid of men's feet?" I asked and raised my leg so I could wriggle my foot around in front of her face just to annoy her further.

She screeched and pushed herself away from me.

"Not afraid, just repulsed," she spat.

I looked down at my foot then back up to Neala's curled lip of disgust and smirked.

She growled at me, "Don't even think about it."

I raised a curious eyebrow. "Think about what?"

"Whatever nasty thing that is going through your tiny mind right now."

She never missed a chance to insult me.

I raised my hands in the air. "I'm not thinking about doing anything, therefore I'm not going to do anything... You on the other hand, are."

Neala slowly got herself to her feet.

I swallowed when her dress rose a little higher up her thighs than it should have. I swallowed again and looked away when she gripped the hem and tugged it down.

"What am I going to do?" she asked, her voice strained as she shook away the pain from her fall.

I looked at her face and grinned. "You're going to get out of me house."

Neala stared at me with unblinking eyes. "What?"

"You're are leaving me house. Right now, actually," I said and reached up to scratch my head.

I ruffled my hair a little to help get rid of the just-out-of-bed look. Neala moved slow like a zombie as she trained her eyes on me and followed my movements and stared at me a little longer than normal. She even bit down on her lower lip as she trailed her eyes over me in a slow leisurely matter.

Interesting.

"Neala," I called out and snapped my fingers to get her attention.

She jumped a little then narrowed her eyes when she saw my smirk and knew I caught her checking me out. I could also see the moment she became disgusted with herself for realising what she was doing, and that I caught her in the act.

"Why are you in just a pair of trousers?" she snapped and made a big show of looking away from my chest and stomach.

I laughed, "Maybe because your banging on the storage room door woke me up and didn't leave me time to pull on more than a pair of trousers?"

Neala scoffed, "Whatever, just... just go put some more clothes on."

And miss her being this flustered?

Not a chance.

"Nah, I like wearing just these trousers. The fabric is thin and I like feeling the crisp morning air tickle me balls."

Neala reached down and grabbed a cushion from my couch and flung it at me.

I caught it and laughed loudly.

"Stop being a dick!"

"Never." I grinned.

Neala screeched in annoyance and left the living room. She didn't go in the direction of the kitchen though, she took a right turn which would lead her to my bedroom, dining room or my bathroom. And the bathroom was off limits for at least another two or three hours. Even though I cleaned up and the room was spotless – I wouldn't risk my lungs in that room just yet. It was under biohazard quarantine until further notice.

"Neala!" I called out and quickly began to follow her. "Where are you going?"

"To the bathroom. I've been in your bleeding make shift prison all night, I need to wee," Neala snapped.

Oh, my God.

"Uh, Neala, I wouldn't go in there if-"

"I'm not listening to your bullshit anymore, Darcy. Just tell me which door is for the bathroom and I won't murder you!" Neala snapped, her voice close to that of a growl.

I leaned against the living room doorway and eyed the she-devil.

Feck it, she didn't deserve my warning, what she deserved was to inhale a lung full of toxic gas since she was the cause of the stench in the first place.

"The first door on the left, before you near the last door along the hallway," I said, smiling.

Neala didn't thank me, instead she turned, walked a few paces down the hall and stood before the bathroom door. She opened it and stepped inside, slamming the door after her.

Three seconds passed before she screamed.

"DARCY!" she bellowed.

I burst into a fit of laughter, "That's what you get for giving me the shits – smell what you caused!"

She screamed and cursed for twenty solid seconds then the toilet flushed and she all but sprinted out of the room, her fingers plugged up her nose.

"That is fucking vile!" she bellowed in my direction. "What the fuck? It smelt like something crawled up inside your arse and died!"

I continued to laugh as Neala stormed down the hallway by me, and into the kitchen. I followed her and watched as she took off her blazer and threw it onto my kitchen table, then picked up the tea towel she threw at me a few minutes ago. I grinned as she moved to the kitchen sink and scrubbed her hands and up her arms with water and hand wash. She washed her face with water and then soaked the tea towel in water and rubbed it under her arms then leaned down and rubbed it up and down her legs.

I reached over and shut the door then so she could have some privacy and clean her lady parts. I shook my head and smiled as she continued to curse up a storm in the kitchen.

"I can't believe I've to freshen up in your kitchen with your pervy parrot looking at my vagina like it's a foreign object!"

I laughed out loud and shook my head.

She was awesome.

After few minutes passed by, Neala opened the kitchen door and glared at me with a plastic bag in her hand.

"What in there?" I asked.

"The tea towel I used to clean myself and me knickers," Neala snippily replied.

Her knickers were in that bag?

I swallowed as filthy thoughts surged throughout my mind.

"You're going commando?" I asked, shocked.

Neala continued to glare at me. "I could hardly leave me underwear on, I wore them all day yesterday and all of last night… I need a fresh pair but since I don't have any I have to go commando. Is that okay with you?" she snapped.

I shrugged my shoulders. "I don't care what you do with your knickers," I replied then cleared my suddenly dry throat.

"Good," Neala hissed as she turned and walked over to the bin in the kitchen and thrust the plastic bag into it. I was silent as she did the task and turned back to face me.

She huffed as she walked out of the kitchen and passed by me to go down my hallway.

I sighed, "Where are you going now?"

"Where do you think I'm going? I'm going in search of the doll that you stole from me!"

Thank God, something to take my mind off her bloody knickers.

Or lack of knickers.

"I was only taking back an item that belonged to me in the first place," I replied.

Neala froze just as she reached for the handle of my bedroom door. "What do you mean 'Belonged to you in the first place?'"

I shrugged my shoulders. "I own the doll."

Neala looked like she swallowed something sour – her face scrunched up and her mouth dropped open. She lifted her hands to her temples and massaged them.

I was hurting her head.

Good.

"I don't even know what to say to that."

I snickered, "I'm not going crazy. I really do own the doll. You used my debit card to pay for the doll. I have yours inside my bedside locker."

Neala blinked her wary eyes at me, then narrowed them to slits.

"Show me!" she snapped.

I gestured her to open the door she stood facing, and with a glare shot my way she opened the door and stepped inside. I followed her and walked right by her and headed straight to my bedside locker. I opened the top drawer and took out Neala's debit card. I turned and extended my arm out to her so she could take the card from my outstretched hand and examine it.

Neala stared at me for a moment, then hesitantly stepped forward and snatched the card from my hand. She looked at the name and card number of the card then flipped it over to the back where her signature was. She flipped the card back and fourth a few times to triple check what she was seeing before she looked up at me.

She believed me, I saw it in her eyes. I also saw hate and anger in her eyes, but that was a normal thing whenever she looked at me.

"I'm not lying to you," I said just to clarify I wasn't messing around.

She swallowed. "I don't care. So you technically own the doll – big deal. I asked the lad in the shop for it first, he went and got it for me and then you took it away."

I blinked my eyes when Neala sniffled. She quickly wiped under her nose and brushed her hand over her eyes, but it wasn't quick enough. I caught the light build up of water that gathered in the corner of her eyes before she brushed away the evidence. I felt like I was suddenly going to walk over to her and do something crazy like hug her so I had to take a step back.

I felt... bad, and I didn't know what to do about it.

I never felt bad over Neala, but seeing her genuinely confused and upset did nothing except make my chest hurt and my stomach feel sick.

What the hell was that about?

"Neala Girl-"

"Stop calling me that, Darcy," she cut me off and wiped at her eyes again.

I frowned. "I can't. It's your name."

Neala shook her head. "It hasn't been me name for a long time."

I lightly smiled. "Of course it has, it always will be. You're my Neala Girl after all."

Neala widened her eyes, and so did I.

I didn't mean to say that out loud.

Or at all.

"I don't mean my Neala Girl, I just meant that what you will always be known as Neala Girl to me. That's all."

Neala raised her eyebrow, and I could tell she wanted to say something but she didn't. She kept her mouth closed and said nothing.

Not a single word, which wasn't like the big mouth at all.

Silence filled the room and I momentarily wished she would shout or curse at me just to take the sudden awkwardness away, but she didn't, she just stared at me.

"You aren't getting the doll, Neala," I said, firmly.

It was the only thing I could think to say that would put some fight back into her and make her stop looking at me like I was an alien from outer space. It would also kick the silence and sudden awkwardness out of the room.

As predicted, the statement worked like a charm.

Neala's left eye twitched. "I'm leaving here with that doll whether you like it or not, Darcy."

Was that so?

I snorted, "Good luck finding it."

I walked out of my bedroom and headed back into my living room where I sat down on my couch and placed my hands behind my head. I heard Neala mutter curse words as she searched for the doll and it made me smile, because all she would find in my room was clean clothes, dirty clothes, condoms and possibly even a used condom if she looked in the rubbish bin.

"You dirty bastard! Ever heard of emptying your bin every so often?" Neala screeched.

I fully smiled.

She found the used condom then.

"I swear Darcy, you're a dog!"

Ruff, ruff.

I sighed as I relaxed into my couch, I glanced around the room and noticed how shit the Christmas decorations looked. I had my tree up, but the box of ornaments to go on the branches were in a box on the floor next to the base of the tree. The light up Santa's, snowmen and other Christmas characters were all over in the corner of the room. I bought them because they were battery operated which meant no wires, and no high electric bills, but I was too lazy to even sort them around in various places in the room. I liked Christmas, it was my favourite holiday, but decorating everything was not my scene at all.

I guess you could say I was a lazy bastard.

I sighed to myself and closed my eyes and lightly chuckled when Neala stomped out of my bedroom and went down the hallway and into the kitchen.

"Darcy!" Einstein squawked.

"Shut up you stupid animal."

I opened my mouth to tell Neala to leave Einstein alone, but it turned out my bird could hold her own.

"Fuck you, Neala."

I burst out laughing.

It was perfectly timed, and used in the perfect situation.

"I hate this bloody bird!"

I loved that bird.

I had a big smile on my face when Neala stormed back into the living room. She stood in the doorway with her hands on her hips.

"Tell her to shut up!"

I chuckled, "I can't. She doesn't know what the words mean. She is only repeating things she has memorised, that's all."

"That's all? You taught a parrot to tell me to fuck off!"

I burst out laughing, "Yeah, I know."

Neala scowled at me. "You're unreal, do you know that? I thought I couldn't stand you more than I already did, but yet again you proved me wrong."

Yeah, the way she was looking from my eyes to my stomach showed how much she couldn't stand me.

"Then leave. The door is right there, I don't want you here anyway."

Neala snorted. "I don't wanna be here either, sweetheart. As soon as I find the doll I'll be on my merry way and you can get back to semi naked Saturdays with your parrot."

Oh, feisty.

"I can get fully naked right now if you want a more full on naked Saturday?"

"Spare me," Neala said with her hand held up. "I don't want the sight of your bare body to make me sicker than it already has."

My body made her sick?

"Oh, is that what that look on your face is?" I mused.

Neala straightened. "What look?"

"You keep staring at my stomach, my trousers, and my chest. I must be very repulsive for you to keep looking at me the way you do," I said, sarcastically.

Neala swallowed. "I wasn't looking-"

"It's not nice to lie, Neala Girl. You of all people should know that," I cut her off.

The jab about lying brought me right back to when we were kids. Anytime I pulled a prank on Neala and I would get caught, I would make up a lie and blame it on her and ever since those times she has hated lairs and lying in general. I always enjoyed pointing out when she was lying, or trying to lie.

The look on her face was priceless.

Neala closed her mouth, blew a large amount of air out through her nostrils and shook with anger as she glared at me. "I'm not lying, and stop calling me that!"

Never.

I grinned. "Weren't you leaving?"

Neala snarled, "I will after I find the doll."

I winked. "Good hunting."

This set Neala on a two-hour hunt in the house in search of the Fire Princess doll. After an hour or so of listening to her complain and curse me, I went into the kitchen and had some breakfast. I cooked some eggs, bacon, sausages and pudding and sat down and ate my little fry up. I asked Neala if she wanted me to make her some food, but she just told me to fuck off so I did just that and had my own meal. She eventually came into the kitchen when she was hungry though, she stopped her search for the doll to have some cereal, but it was only a mini break she was taking then she would get back to her search – her words, not mine.

After breakfast I was stuffed and felt drowsy. A large meal always made me sleepy, but I was mainly tired from not getting much sleep during the night so when I went back into my living room and settled down on my couch I closed my eyes and dozed off within seconds. I opened my eyes when I heard a loud bang, then Einstein's squawks. I sat up right and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. I wasn't sure how long I slept for so I glanced to the clock in my living room wall and shook my head. It was after five in the evening. I wanted to go back asleep, but Neala's cursing in annoyance and shouting at Einstein kept me up.

I didn't stand up from the couch after I woke up, I was comfortable and when the house fell into silence I closed my eyes but snapped them open when I heard Neala gasp then squeal in delight.

She had the doll.

I don't know how I knew she had it, I just did.

How the fuck did she find it? I didn't have it out in the open like she did at her house – it was tucked away in my goddamn attic for crying out loud.

Wait.

"Are you up in the bleeding attic?" I shouted.

Silence.

Neala was dangerous when she made noise, but she was lethal when she was silent.

I stood up from my couch and slowly walked over toward the doorway of the living room. When I reached the doorway, I was about to call out Neala's name when she suddenly sprinted by me with a pink box tucked under her arm. She was running for my front door. Her escape was in motion, but I wouldn't let her get away.

Not on my watch.

I ran after Neala and collided into the back of her just as she opened the front door. I grunted when she fell back and took us both to the ground. She wasn't a big girl, but she wasn't as light as a feather either so when her weight slammed down onto my stomach, I dry heaved with the force of it.

I moved Neala off me and groaned in pain. I hissed when I felt an ice-cold pain stab my bare feet. I pushed myself back away from my front door and looked up to see what was cold and painful when it touched me. What I saw caused me to widen my eyes and stare in horror.

"Jesus, Darcy! You didn't have to jump on me– Ohmigod!"

Yeah. Ohmigod.

"Darcy, what is that?" Neala whispered.

I stared at the six-foot tall wall of thick snow in front of me and licked my lips.

I blinked my eyes then swallowed. "It looks like snow, Neala Girl."

Neala gasped, "Does... does this mean what I think it means?"

I groaned as a slight pulsing pain formed in base of my head.

"Yeah, Sherlock, it does," I sighed and looked at my unwelcome houseguest. "We're snowed in."


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