Possession (Editing)

Chapter 30

"Elliot!" I yelled. "What do you want woman, I'm trying to use the bathroom." He hollered back and I groaned. "Hurry up. My bladder is going to explode!" I protested, clutching my stomach. "You have the bladder of a chipmunk!" He replied back with humor. "It's not my fault! Now hurry up before I pee all over the floor." I warned eagerly. We were back in his bedroom and I was in a fetal position on the floor. "I think I might take my time." He says casually and begins whistling and I groan in protest, "You're pushing your luck Carter!" He still continues whistling. I hear the toilet flush and the faucet run. "Doesn't that water sound nice?" He calls back and I begin banging on the door. "Eli, I will cut your balls off and self the ashes on eBay if you don't open this door!" I yell , on the verge of crying. I could barely stand, ugh! "Now what sick son of a bitch would buy my cremated testicles?" He asks with a chuckle. "A lonely son of a bitch who has a fetish for Multimillionare Utahian balls. Now please! I'm begging you!" I whine like a ten year old. The water continues to flow from the faucet and he sighs, "What do I get in return?" He asks back curiously. Damn him. "A non urinated bed!" I point out frantically. "Wrong answer my love." He replies with a sigh. I was so desperate to pee that my word vomit took over. "I'll actually submit to you in the playroom just please open the got damn door, I feel like I'm going through urine labor! " I groaned and the door flung open.

"Deal." He whispered with a carnal smirk, which I ignored and pushed him out the way and dropped my pants. "Close the door!" I yelled matter of factly , sitting awkwardly on the toilet. He sat on his bed and stared at me amusingly. "Pee. I don't care." He says simply. "But I do! This is personal!" Does the man have no morals?! "You squirted on my face. How personal is that?" He points out softly. "I'm peeing!" I yell. "And I'm not closing the door." He was doing it to piss me off. I sighed and reluctantly began...I closed my eyes and we sat in utter silence...just listening. "Stop being so quiet." I whisper, peeking through one eye. "What you want me to break into song?" He asks, with wild eyes. "No! Just occupy yourself or at least with hold conversation." My stomach clenched, uh oh.....maybe it wasn't just pee. I may die! "How's the weather?" He asks sarcastically.

"Um Elliot-please-close the door!" I beg, crossing my ankles. "Look we've been through this I'm not-" I stop him. And everything in the world stops. I stop him with a...fart. Not a tiny one, but a loud obnoxious one and I turn purple.

"Oh...Oh!" He finally catches on and leaps up and closes the door and I cover my face and shame. I'm so embarrassed. "Do you need some Pepto Bismal?" I hear him choke on laughter and I whimper in embarrassment. "Shut up!" I yell back. He's quiet for a moment. "Some prune juice?" He asks and he's bursting into laughter. "Shut up! Just shut up! You're so nasty!" I yell.

My flatulence was not to be discussed or made fun of! It crossed lines. But his laughter was contagious. Finally finishing, I flushed the toilet and washed my hands. I opened the door and almost immediately Elliot leaned his hand over and sprayed the bathroom with Febreeze. "You little ass!" I scream and shove his arm and he lets out a whoop of laughter. "Can we go see Amy now?" I mumble trying to change the embarrassing subject. "Of course." He replies, wiping the tears from his eyes. "Okay. I'll shower first. No funny business Carter!" I warn with an evil eye. "Oh don't worry. I have plans for us later. Wear your collar by the way." He orders and I nod and slip into the bathroom, eager to see my beloved best friend

Even in a coma, Amy looked like a fucking queen. Instead of the fragile and near-death look that people usually look like in the movies, Amy looked like she had a hangover and was just passed out. Her face was pale though, the only downside. "She is completely fine. It seems as though her brain went into shock and fear and shut down. Which just might have saved her life." The doctor explains. "Went into shock?" Elliot repeats softy. The doctor nods, "As a child since she was abuse so severely. Her body would send shock eaves through her body to process what was going on. At first it was bad and led to seizures but then it just flowed extra adrenaline to her body so she would never be severely injured." He explains. Amy never told me that...odd.