The Demetrian Value | A Cars Story

Chapter 14: Downfall of the Psyche

Meanwhile, back in Florida with Demetria...

"I'm sure this is all a big misunderstanding. See, I was looking for my little brother is all!" Demetria exclaimed, wearing a fake smile.

"Oh, were you now?" Devon asked sarcastically.

"Yup! I'm just gonna be on my way now." Demetria responded, still wearing her fake smile.

Demetria turned around and rushed to the entrance from where she came before being blocked by two more lemons.

"Agh!" Demetria yelped.

"So, how do you know about our operations? How do you know where we are?" Devon interrogated.

"What are you talking about?"Demetria jumped.

"Please, you went and saw Nettes!" Devon accused.

"Who? I swear to you, you have the wrong lady." Demetria played dumb.

"You have your husband's charm, Demetria." Devon admired.

"You leave him out of this!" Demetria barked, lowering her voice.

Devon and his henchmen all laughed.

"You're too easy." Devon chuckled.

"No, I'm not! What husband? I don't have one!" Demetria played dumb.

"Drop the act. C'mon, boys, let's educate her." Devon signaled.

"Yeah!" the henchmen echoed.

"Educate me about what?" Demetria asked.

"Why don't we educate you on what really happened to your parents, hmm?" Devon advised.

"Don't you say their names in vain," Demetria growled.

"We didn't even say their names!" a henchman teased.

"Restrain her, boys. We have some educating to do." Devon ordered.

"Excuse me? You're not laying a tire on me." Demetria retorted.

"Is that right?" Devon teased.

Lemons from far and wide swarmed her from all sides – two of them rolling along with a mobile TV.

"What are you going to do with that hunk of metal?" Demetria chuckled.

"We're going to show you the truth," Devon said.

"Wow, that thing is older than me. Still a bit behind with technology?" Demetria joked.

"Still got your husband's wittiness?"Devon teased.

"Evidently." Demetria acknowledged.

"Then just sit and listen, will you?" Devon requested.

"Nah, I'm just going to yell for help. Help! Police!" Demetria joked.

"Alright, spare your gibberish, Doc. No one can hear you. Sit and watch." Devon requested.

Devon signaled two of his henchmen to pin Demetria on either side, restraining her from moving an inch.

"Agh, get off of me." Demetria barked.

"Don't you know..." Devon said.

"Know what?" Demetria asked.

"Don't you know that your parents were part of our casualties?" Devon teased.

"...what?" Demetria gasped softly.