The visitor

Waking up to the irritating sound of the alarm, James stumbled as he found his foot on the floor. "haiz, she is visiting today" James muttered as he looked at the date in the alarm clock. He don't want to wake up, especially today.

"may be I should go out and say I forgot or something" James thought then shook his head "mother would surely see through my lie, and that visiting bitch would make things harder if she find out I intentionally left her hanging"

James went to turn but froze as he saw the book near the alarm clock.

"wait didn't I throw it away in the trash" James scratched his head "I should have forgot" he picked it up and throw it in the trash can on his way to brush teeth.

Once there he looked at himself in the mirror, he is 5' 9" tall, just average among others.

He had black hair because of his mother's side being Asian, and fair skinned. His long face and square jaw came from his father's side. If not for his black hair people would say he is his granddad.

He is not good at weightlifting though as he is lean and underweight for anyone concerned. Which is odd since both side of his family is above average in weight.

His father used to often say that it is because he took after his grandma who he had never seen. She had passed away when father is still young and there had been no photo of her.

Yawning, he opened the cupboard to get the brush only for to freeze, there sitting above the med kit is the book which he had just thrown away. Blinking away his sleep, he looked at the book once more. Panic and confusion set in.

"calm down, I should have forget to throw it away and brought it here" convincing himself, he took the brush and closed the cupboard without daring to glance at the book. When he sat on the couch with a bowl of cereals he reached for the remote only to pick up something other than remote. Frowning he looked down to find the book in his hand, he stood up as the bowl and book both fell down in the floor. He picked up the book after calming, the cereals had previously drenched the books cover but when he picked it back up, they flowed down the book without leaving any stain.

"what the hell is this book?" then he remembered the rules, "it can't be! Is this really. a magic book?"

His fact-minded mind refused to believe magic, so he went out throwing the book into the trash. This time making sure he had thrown it by pushing other trash bags over it.

"if you can come to me again I will agree you are a magic book who can predict future" with that he dusted his hands returning to his house.

He finished a new bowl of cereals and moved to go to his bedroom only for to stop at the stairs end when the door bell rung, again and again

*ring.... Ring... Ring*

"coming" James shouted 'you just have to ring it once why are you pressing it again and again' James complained as he got down And opened the door.

There on his door step stood a girl older than him by one year.

Standing 4" 9', she had a rosy hue to her skin. She had her mothers Japanese looks.

Her short, fine, black hair, currently dip-dyed almost the full length with shades of pink, is messed up, she had pierced the left nostril of her round nose and her right earlobe with small hoops. Her small white face had no makeup, she had a skull tattoo on her shoulder which is scarcely hidden by her loose worn black jacket, under which she wore a white blouse hiding her petite figure. She had short legs and arms but packed explosive power behind her punch, he knows that well because he used to serve as a punching bag for her.

She pushed him aside and went in with a trolley bag beside her. She bend over to remove her sneakers, as she did so her very short shorts covered ass attracted his gaze. Her butt looked large in her petite figure, which is her only redeemable quality, that and her face.

As she straightened back, James turned away cursing himself inside his head.

'what are you doing James, how can you look at her that way after all she had done to you?'

She then proceeded to enter the house as if she owned it. As she turned to enter the hall she looked back, "oi, bring in my luggage?"

'huh, you brought more?' James wanted to ask. He obediently went out and found the taxi waiting at the steps. 'great just great, a minute of visit and I have went back to her slave'

He moved to the open bunker and retrieved a small bag which she could have taken with her and a large bag containing who knows what.

"hey, bro you haven't paid the fare yet!" as he tried leaving the taxi brother called out. Cursing his bad luck, he retrieved his wallet and paid the fare.

When he returned, she had already laid on the couch having removed her jacket watching a boxing match on his newly brought TV.

"why have you brought so much?" he eventually brought up the matter.

"its none of your business" the short woman dismissed.

James felt angry, and decided to take a stand "it is when you are coming to my home"

"I'm staying over, happy?" the short woman replied dismissively again.

"What do you mean staying? Mom said you will be staying only for week before you moved out"

"Change of plan I like it here so deal with it" she returned to her show.

'at first I just wanted to stay before leaving to my friends but I decided to tortu-ahem tease a few weeks more' the said girl thought of herself.

James gritted his teeth, it is one of the problems with her. No one can say no to her, she is a ruthless, manipulative and brash bitch who wanted everything her way. Thankfully God gave her less brain than him or else he can't live.

He quickly Dailed his mother knowing the futility of speaking with this bitch.

"hello mom, why is she staying here permanently... Didn't you say it is only weeks before she found a place?"

The siad bitch straightened on the couch, 'hehe, momma boy, what a momma boy? Hehe" the butch grinned promising pain.

"oh, has she decided to stay there... Good, take care of her, son" his mother's sweet voice traveled through the device.

"wait, don't you dare hang the call. I don't want to live with her, either she find another place or I'm moving out"

It is silent for a while on the other hand. "good luck earning the rent yourself" James shut himself up hearing his mother's angry voice. She calmed down and advised.

"son, This is your chance you better Make her my daughter in law"

'daughter my ass, why are you hang up on this two faced bitch. Don't you want your son to have any martial bliss' James wanted to shout but could not. Both because he feared his mother and the bitch who is hearing from nearby.

His and her mother are both friends, more than that her mother is the owner of the restaurant where his mother work as the accountant. It is one of reason the bitch started bullying him, because his mother worked for hers he is ought to work for her.

As close friends the two mothers saw the 'closness' of the two child and of course hoped for both of them to be married.

Then his mom asked him to pass the phone to the bitch. He reluctantly did so, instantly the girl turned sweet and talked to his mother like a normal girl.

This is one of the points that irritated James the most, to anyone familiar she is just a rebellious girl, but only to him did she showed her true face.

After hanging up she turned leaving, she throwing the phone over her shoulder. He nearly missed it, "I will taking the right side room on the first floor"

"that's my room"

"pity it's not anymore" the bitch sneakered.

He wanted to grab her and punch her two face but dare not to. Her father is a gang leader, real one. Even though he and her mother divorced early in the bitches life, he still loved and kept in touch with his child. There is this one time he dared beat the bitch up, only for his father to block him the next day, putting a gun to his face, daring him to beat his daughter again.

After the bitch had the liberty of removing his goods out of his ex-room, he took the liberty to move to the room next door. There is still the master bedroom in the ground floor but he didn't want to stay there since his eccentric granddad stayed there.

When he finished arranging everything he finally sat on his bed relaxed, as he tried to lay down he instead felt something on his back.

He rolled aside and looked at the book which should be in the trash. His eyes remained calm while he is crying out aloud in his brain.

"shit, is this book cursed?" he cried out at last.

"hey, shut the f*ck up" the bitch next door shouted back making him shut up.