FOR 3 DAYS ALICIA HAS SPENT HER afternoons at the Wilson’s residence after school. It was where she followed her blind-BFF back to her ‘lonely’ house – where her father was at-work and her baby-brother was staying in her uncle’s house… since Jane’s mother moved-out and was separated from her husband…

… Alicia-and-Jane would spend the afternoons doing their homework together and were study-buddies engaging in their school subject-discussions… until Anthony returned from work in the early evening – and Alicia would-then call an-Uber to go-back home ‘before’ the 6 o’clock city-curfew lockdown…

On their 3rd afternoon together, Alicia received an-emergency phone-call from her-mother and had to go-back… leaving Jane ‘home-alone’ for 2-hours…

The blind-tween was tired and laid on her Queen-size bed waiting for a phone call from Lola. The housekeeper called HER DAILY to ‘check-on’ her ever-since she had been working in the uncle’s house and taking-care of the baby-brother over-there…

Lola finished her work @uncle Christopher-Turner’s house the moment Dr Shelley came back from the clinic – and Lola would later ‘secretly’ call Jane and cheer-her up by telling of what the 3-year-old Samuel had been doing since…

… Jane was ‘CLOSE’ WITH the baby-boy…

… the blind-sister waited…

The loneliness had set the solitude-girl to her-biggest depressing-thoughts… that happened recently in – Day-Zero @the Principal Thomas Harris office…

… where the humiliating-and-mysterious Kissing-video surfaced ‘after’ the SHS Family-Day @the South Beach, happened ‘prior’ a-couple of months-ago…

… implicating a SEX-VIDEO in-the-making, ‘was’ set into the mislead imagination-of her doctor-mother where – Shelley argued-and-insisted her B-girl to take a pregnancy-test…

… which Jane rebelled-and-refused…

The-moment she was-home from school that-day, Anthony scolded her next…

“How could you be so-damn irresponsible at the AGE-OF-12 by having sex with that-boy and bring ‘shame’ to me… this video happened 2-months-ago – which-means you lived a secret-and disgraceful-life yourself by having sex with him all-along ‘behind’ my back…

“Now, I feel like a-fool for ‘giving’ you THE PERMISSION to attend his-birthday-party!

“And, your mother is having the last laugh-here since she moved-out – now, she’s laughing at-my-damn-face that… I’m an irresponsible-and-incompetent father to LOOK ‘AFTER’ a 12-year-old daughter ‘who’ is sexually-active…

“Soon I have to move-out ‘when’ your-mother pushes-FOR-DIVORCE and gets ‘this’ house – she would want custody-over you too – and I can’t ‘protect’ you once that happens…”

Blind-Jane was sobbing and didn’t argue – she was too distressed-and-heartbroken to ‘reason’ back…

… when the father whom-she loved-had mistrusted her – and also was a ‘believer’ that the hoax sex-tape exist…

On that-day, Anthony also blocked Paul’s mobile-number in her-Samsung as-per Principal Harris’ directive…

-O-

The next-day, in the A-Class – Zoe Williams returned to school after a month of hospital treatment from the disaster @BTS-concert…

… where @the Blake-Tower, she-and-Charlotte Thompson were attacked by a monkey with the zombie-virus – but the latter was ‘still’ in quarantine.

After Zoe moved to her desk… PETER-WALKER ‘too’ changed his sitting-place by occupying Paul’s seat behind Jane…

…which was-left ‘vacant’ EVER-SINCE Paul moved to the B-Class.

… it was UNNERVING for the blind-tween when his-aura WAS INVADING her-space…

-O-

After recess, Alicia gave Jane Paul’s ‘prezzie’ wrapped in a blue-handkerchief – the curious BFF asked-her ‘what’ it-was… but Jane doesn’t ‘want’ to disclose the-content…

During the History class, she felt Peter was ‘disturbing-her’ – by touching her dreadlocks from behind…

… then through-out the lesson, she felt his lustful-vibes were distressing-her… as Peter was fantasizing ‘ABOUT’ HER in his daydreaming…

… so, she deliberately knocked her-back hard-to her-chair… to hit Peter’s desk – to ‘jolt’ him-out from his carnal-desire reverie…

-O-

Immediately after school, she told Alicia that wanted to cut her hair – and their-Uber went to the Matahari hair-salon owned by Alicia’s mother…

During the ride, Alicia said that Jane was making a right-move to change her-appearance – ‘after’ the Kissing-video scandal online, involving-Paul…

… but the blind-tween doesn’t CARE ‘ABOUT’ her-looked – she just-wanted to cut her-hair to spite Peter… where her-blonde dreadlock-looks was popularised-online by Peter’s Perth’s Famous-Couple online-campaign…

… ‘when’ being his tennis-partner in the ‘OTHER-PERTH’…

Alicia-then ask ‘what’ hairstyle fashion she wanted...

Jane replied a-short boy-cut.

At Matahari, Robin-Wong suggested a Pixie-cut would ‘suit’ her-looks…

After the cut, Robin complemented Blind-Jane that she ‘looked’ like Mia Farrow…

… the actress in the 1968’s psychological-horror movie – ‘Rosemary’s Baby’

-O-

That evening, Jane had a takeaway-dinner with her father at home. She excused herself to go-upstairs to her-bedroom. Jane was ‘preparing’ to SELF-ADMINISTER the medical-abortion procedure on herself…

… that would-take 6 hours of ‘repetitive’ steps to ‘GET’ the-results…

As-being the daughter-of-a doctor, Jane on several-occasions had ‘over-heard’ the pro-abortion Shelley giving on-the-phone detailed-instructions… of the ‘process-steps’ to the recipients – on how-to dispense it successfully…

… so, she roughly ‘remembered’ the steps…

The tween went to her closet, and took out her school-blazer on-the-hanger – then-getting from-the-pocket Paul’s package… that was bundled in-the-handkerchief…

On her-bed, the blind-girl opened the-bale of the-cloth to retrieve the small cardboard-pack inside…

… of kit-of the Mifepristone-and-Misoprostol of-12-pills…

She had eavesdropped her doctor-mother’s medical-advice ‘before’ – learning that medical-abortions were performed on the first-11-weeks trimester… that can cause pregnancy-related high blood pressure and its complications…

… of blood-loss – as she ‘would-be’ bleeding for the next-2-weeks…

But Jane was ‘prepared’ to take the health-risk – all she wanted to do is the ‘right’ thing which is to get rid of the-thing ‘growing’ in her womb… that the deceitful Venus…

… had ‘implanted’ into her ‘body’ supernaturally by the decree of The Immaculate-Conception…

… which was fraudulent-move to get a virgin to be pregnant… by eating-a ‘cursed’ apple – to bear a child for Venus’ All-Women Trinity religion…

Even an-Archangel had appeared to Jane – where Gabriel had told-her to abort the ‘unholy’ pregnancy…

Jane had also standby some-Ibuprofen for the pain… and several sanitary-pads for the chunk-clot bleeding – before ‘starting’ with her-medical abortion-procedure…

She took the first strip of pills from the cardboard-box – and took a Mifepristone pill with water… next, she placed 3 Misoprostol tablets below her-tongue to let it slowly dissolve in-her-mouth…

She had to repeat the PROCESS TRICE – for a total of 12-pills…

On her voice-command Samsung, Jane set a timer of 2-hours… switched-on her-AI, Boyyo – and she carried on with revising her-class History lesson…

-O-

The first alert buzzed on the mobile-phone @past-8… Blind-Jane felt ‘normal’ – without the feeling any symptoms of nausea-or-vomiting… nor cramping-or-bleeding…

‘… maybe it would ‘happen’ in the next-course of-pills…’

She turned her-Boyyo ‘off’ – as she DID NOT’ want her ‘busybody’ interactive-AI to know ‘ABOUT’ HER secret-medical abortion-procedure.

Jane popped-in her 2nd course of-4-pills…

‘… this time it ‘should’ work – hope-so…’

Next, she studied her Chemistry’s periodic-table – and, Boyyo ‘coached’ her in the-memorization…

-O-

The 2nd alert buzzed on the Samsung @past 10… it’s time to sleep on a school-night – but Jane felt ‘normal’ – without any sign of ‘being’ sick, as-per her doctor-mother’s medical advice to her-patients…

… that she ‘overheard’ numerous-times while her pro-abortion mother spoke on the-phone in her-car-ride and at-home…

‘… ‘why’ is ‘not’ happening – are the online-pills ‘fake’…!?”

But her morning-sickness was there – since returning from the Hilton-hotel… a week ago…

She asked…

“… Boyyo, what is my blood-pressure?”

The AI-calibrated and answered…

“It mildly high 140/90, Jane… it ‘might-be’ you’re anxious with your studies – don’t worry, Jane… you’ll do well – or…

“… is there any-problems bothering you…?”

“No, Boyyo – I’m fine… I’m going to-sleep – wake-me-up @6:30…”

“… okay, Jane…”

The blind-tween ran her-finger in her-hair… to realise she had ‘cut’ her hair that-afternoon – and Alicia’s mom mentioning Mia-Farrow…

“… just-a-minute, Boyyo… before-you-go – what is the movie ‘Rosemary’s Baby’ about…?”

The AI-calibrated and replied…

“… the film is about a pregnant-woman who ‘suspects’ her elderly-neighbours who are members of a Satanic-cult are GROOMING-HER… in order to use her-baby as-the role of The Anti-Christ…”

… Jane trembled to her-spine when she heard the-synopsis…

… her-life was ‘imitating’ art…

“Jane, do you want to hear an-audiobook on Ira Levin‘s ‘Rosemary’s Baby’…?”

“NO! That won’t be necessary… I have MY ‘OWN’ nightmares to-deal with – Good-night, Boyyo…”

“… good-night, Jane… pleasant-dreams…”

Jane scoffed while she-thought…

‘… somewhere ‘between’ the sacred-silence of sleep… is disorder…’

Jane switched-off her AI device – and she was-back angry…

… specifically, AT-VENUS – the mother-of her-disorder…

“Fish-you, Venus… do you think you’re ‘grooming’ me…!? This is my-body – and I won’t allow it!”

The blind-tween cracked open the medical-strip and popped-in the pills of her 3rd-course… to spite-at the Roman-Goddess who had ‘betrayed’ her…

Her heart-beats were fast… and she tried-to calm-down her-escalating blood-pressure…

… she thought of positive-thoughts to motivate…

‘… this 3rd-course ‘should’ work…’

Before she went to-bed – she wore a sanitary-pad… and anticipated the ‘process’ would happen in-her-sleep…

She was still anxious-and-angry at Venus who-had messed-up her life-in POST-TREETON – as she sat on her-bed… craving for red-wine to calm-her-nerves…

… but she had none in her bedroom – but after ‘knowing’ that her-daddy was ‘disappointed’ in her-behaviour… she decided ‘not’ to steal his bottles-of-wine any more.

Jane laid in-bed a-long-time, and was waiting for any symptoms of pain to-begin… but she had none…

‘… fish! I think the medication is fake…’

Worried, touching her-belly to feel for if it was-showing ‘any’ sign-of pregnancy… Jane then feared…

‘… soon it would swell… and everyone in school WOULD-KNOW… so ‘would’ mummy-and-daddy – they’ll kill-me…

“… mummy would TAKE ME to the abortion-clinic and ‘terminate-it – then a lifelong lecture of the B-girl getting ‘knocked-up’ because she was rebellious to her-parents…

“… but I’m still a ‘virgin’… who CAN’T PROVE-that a cursed-supernatural apple made me prego…

‘… this is MY ‘MESS’ – no-one should ‘know’ about it… other than-Pauly…’

Jane was willing to-try for a 2nd-time of reordering the medical-abortion pill… and going with the repeated-process – till she ‘bled-out’ the ‘unwelcomed-and-violating’ Roman-abomination from her body…

Paul was the only-one WHO COULD ‘help’ her – and, she terribly-missed him since… he ‘moved’ to the B-Class 3-days ago…

The blind-tween cried herself to sleep – holding-on – securing-her dire-hope… to her-boyfriend’s blue-handkerchief…

-O-

Boyyo buzzed to awaken Jane in-the next-morning… she did ‘not’ much-sleep after ‘worrying’ herself till to 2 AM… then slumbering into a dreamless-kip…

… in-between-worlds, she then ‘remembered’ her ‘biggest’ problem…

… where her sanitary-pad was dry – indicating the ‘process’ DID ‘NOT’ occur in her sleep… that she hoped-and-wished for…

With a-bag-of mixed emotions of anxiety, disappointment, and anger – she cursed…

“Bloody-Fish! Online-fake-medicine!

Boyyo ‘immediately’ responded…

“Your blood-pressure is increasing, Jane – ‘why’ are you angry…? Is ‘something’ bothering you – do you ‘want’ to talk about-it…!?”

“Shut-up, Boyyo!!! DON’T ASK ‘stupid’ questions – bloody-switch yourself-off – I don’t want to talk to you!”

The angry blind-tween got off the bed and locked herself in the bathroom…

-O-

After a cold shower, blind-Jane returned to the bedroom wearing a-towel… and was drying her short-pixie hair with a smaller-towel…

… her Samsung rang at the bedside-table…

“Boyyo! Who’s it…?”

The AI-reactivated to her ‘voice’ – and replied…

“… Alicia Wong is-calling, Jane…”

“… shoot! Is Ali-coming now – I’m ‘not’ dressed…” She panicked…

… before commanding…

“Boyyo, put her-on speaker!”

“… hello… Hello-Jane – are you-there…?”

“… ya-Ali… are you coming-now…? Give-me a few ‘more’ minutes…”

“… Janey-listen, I won’t-be going to school today – I’ve to go to the-airport… but I’ve ‘arranged’ an-Uber for you…”

“… huh-what…? You’re ‘NOT’ COMING to school…?”

“… sorry-Jane, I did ‘not’ call to inform you last night – we ‘got’ the flight-confirmation from the airport after midnight…”

“… who’s coming to the airport…?”

The Chinese-girl laughed aloud in-delight…

“… hahaha… that’s a ‘surprise’ – ‘when’ I heard the-news about ‘her,’ I was surprised-too…”

“… who’ is that, Ali… tell-me…!?”

“… ‘not’ telling-you, hahaha… that’s a surprise I wanna see myself to ‘believe’…”

Jane sighed at his-BFF’s secrecy… where she had HER ‘OWN’ secret herself – that she self-administered an ‘unsuccessful’ medical-abortion by-herself yesterday-evening…

“… fine, don’t tell me…”

“… Janey-gee, I got to-go – my-uncle will pick you-up later… don’t rush, he’ll wait for you… bye-girlfriend… see you tomorrow…”

The room was silent when her-Samsung call-on-speaker ended… Jane was still figuring-out who was the ‘visitor’ coming @the Perth International Airport… while she continued to dry-her hair…

‘… who could it-be…? But Ali got a lot of rello all-over the-globe – while-me… I’m ‘born-and-bred’ in-Perth and my-people are-here… except for Uncle-Jack who is in the-States…”

The AI-spoke…

“… hurry-up, Jane – Alicia’s uncle is ‘coming’ soon…”

Jane was-then ‘anxious’ and-now in 2-MINDS… after a week of Uber ride with Alicia… but ‘today’ without her-BFF accompanying-her – made-Jane ‘wanting’ to take a sick-day too…

… but Alicia HAD-ALREADY ‘CALLED’ her-uncle to pick-her-up soon…

She motivated-herself…

‘… I don’t want to hide like a-coward in POST-TREETON – I have to face my ‘setbacks’ as a brave B-girl… and go to school…’

The AI-spoke again…

“… Jane, are you ‘okay’? – please hurry-up…”

“SHUT-UP, Boyyo – YOU ‘NAG’ like my-mother!”

Jane had finished drying-up her hair… and threw the towel on her-AI… to cover-up the dark-glasses that was ‘monitoring’ her…

… she didn’t want Boyyo TO SEE HER-change – in-case the device ‘took’ nude-videos of-her…

The tween wore her uniform – with a fresh sanitary-pad – just in-case…

Moments-later, armed with her blind walking-cane – SHE LEFT the bedroom to go downstairs…

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PUSHING THE GLASS MAIN-DOOR, SHE stepped into the lounge-area of Stamford High school… tapping her-cane to the-floor as she walked…

… relying ‘less’ assistance of her-AI technology to ‘direct’ her… like she ‘had’ over-relied on in the OTHER-PERTH – and, she ‘was’ proud-too… of her-achievements so-far, of being a handicap-blind student who ‘had’ excelled in the class of ‘normal-sighted’ students…

… proud to be an ‘independent’ B-girl…

The bell had ‘not’ rung yet… with clusters of students chatting…

Walking-along the corridor, the tween ‘heard’ – loud talks reduced to murmurs-of-gossips…

‘… let them talk – I don’t care…’

In fact, everyone was talking about her ‘new’ Pixie-cut – and Jane-too was ‘not’ wearing her-beanie… to-conceal HER SCAR-on her forehead – that struck-out like a 3rd-eye of an Indian’s Bindi.

As gaiting-along, Jane heard a ‘familiar’ voice calling…

“… Jane…”

It was her Science teacher, Ms Costa… remarking as she passed-by…

“… good-job, Jane – you scored the highest this-month in the Physics class test… keep it-up…”

“…thank you, Ma’am…G’day…”

Jane smiled-sheepishly by the motivating-complements – and recalling…

… of her ambition’ in the OTHER-PERTH… of being a scientist as a Quantum-physicist someday, just-like – her uncle, Dr Jack Turner, who-was a Quantum mechanics-engineer residing in Washington D.C.

-O-

At the foyer, Blind-Jane walked up-the-stairs to her-classroom on the 2nd-floor – and heard ‘more’ murmuring-mumbles… and giggles at the mention of ‘sex-video’…

… but she ignored them…

The SCHOOL BELL rang….

Again, when she entered the classroom… talking-voice turned to mumbling-whispers…

… ignoring them… and Jane walked to the Red-glow seated ‘behind’ her-desk…

When Peter scoffed…

… Jane chuckled to-herself as she sat-down – and, was amused that Peter doesn’t like her ‘new’ looks…

-O-

During English-class, Jane felt her-morning sickness and slight cramps ‘coming’… but she persevered with the-discomfit until…

… the recess-bell…

In the stall of the Girl’s Room – she checked herself… but the-sanitary-pad was normal – she cursed to-herself…

‘… fish! fake-pills…’

Walking to the canteen – she ‘thought’ of her boyfriend… but there was-in no-way she could be with him to inform that the abortion last night-was-A NEGATIVE… and she was ‘willing’ to try it ‘again’…

… but…

… she could ‘not’ because Mia Bradley, the class-prefect was assigned by vice-principal, Mrs Burnell to keep an-eye – so-that Tarzan-and-Jane ‘remained’ separated…

Feeling melancholy, she ate her-tuna sandwich…. ‘watching’ over-with her-3rd-eye at – the dim BLUE-GLOW in the ‘other’ corner of the mess-hall…

… where Paul too was ‘suffering’ from a similar-mandate…

-O-

After an uneventful day in Stamford-High – Jane went back straight-home riding on Alicia’s Uncle-Chin’s Uber…

At the Wilson-residence, Jane was home-alone… and went to the kitchen to check-on Piper – standing at the metal-barred newly-renovated kitchen-window… that was renovated recently ‘after’ the baboon-attack…

… the blind-tween ‘heard’ loud-snoring outside… the mixed-Alsatian under it-medication was snoring like a-pug.

Jane let her pet recuperate…

… as it was an 8-year-old dog, ever-since her-days @the Victoria-School for-the-Blind… and, Piper since-then was a faithful-and-loyal dog to its blind-Master – each-time giving its-life TO PROTECT her in-Perth and beyond…

… in the Dreamworld…

-O-

Upstairs, in her bedroom, the girl-and-Boyyo did school-homework but…

… her-mind wasn’t there – thinking of Paul doing his-homework…

… where he struggled with Math-and-science…

She wished her-boyfriend had ‘also’ OWNED AN-AI ‘learning-device’ – and-then, was angry with her-Uncle Jack… WHO HAD undeservingly gifted Peter with-one…

A jolting-sneeze, rattled her-skull into headaches and feeling-of-nausea… she took-out the pill-bottle of Ibuprofen from her-pocket – medicating herself from it being a-migraine later…

Strong minty-flavour was numbing her-tongue – she rushed to bathroom-in her-room to spit… and-then vomited her tuna-sandwich into the toilet bowl….

Being a doctor’s-daughter Jane was baffled – where she knew that morning sickness usually ‘occurred’ after 9-WEEKS of conception…

‘… but it’s hardly 2-WEEKS since I returned from the Hilton… how can I be so-prego and sickly…?’

The blind-tween suspected the pregnancy-acceleration was supernaturally-induced – and was back ‘angry’ at the betraying-allies, Venus-and-Mercury…

“Fish you-both! I would ‘NOT’ ALLOW this-baby to ‘happen’!”

She exited the bathroom…

“… Boyyo, I can’t continue – I want to take a nap… we ’study’ later…”

“Okay-Jane – do I need-to set an-alarm?”

“… no-need… I want to catch-up with my sleep…”

Her headaches were still-persistent – and she took a couple-of more Ibuprofen… and went to bed…

… soon…

… she had a mid-afternoon ‘encounter’… in the-Dreamworld…

-O-

… where she arrived in school, and pushed the glass-main door…

… just like in PERTHLAND – she was a grown-16-year-old teenager high-school student… who had the ability to-see…

… Jane was passing-through a stream of female-students who WERE ALL-spotting blonde-dreadlocks – but they shunned at her Pixie-cut…

Then, a familiar ‘voice’ called-her…

“Jane…!”

She looked at her-Science teacher, Ms Costa – who also had long blonde-dreadlocks…

“… go to the gym – and, collect your ‘award’…”

… Jane was puzzled…

“… huh-what…? Is the mayor coming…?”

“Nope… ‘Peter’ is…”

The teacher walked away… leaving the girl in-more bewilderment…

‘… what has Peter got-TO-DO WITH giving awards…?’

… Jane walked to the west-wing of the school building – and pushed the heavy-entrance-gym door…

Above at the staging-area were a dozen suspended metal-cords hung from the ceiling that-each had a member of the 12-female students of her class…

… with Alicia, Chloe Williams-the tennis-player… Mia Bradley-the class-prefect… Tina-Moses who took-over Jane’s #2 position in class – and, 8-other girls…

… in blonde-dreadlocks, crying-out for help from above…

“Jane! Help-us…”

Jane ran to them… who were hanging from their-waists-above at-the stage – and. also realising that like in PERTHLAND, she doesn’t have superpowers to save them…

… she can only ‘reach-and-touch’ their black school-shoes…

Alicia cried-out…

“… Janey, Peter is ‘punishing’ us because you cut-your hair…”

At the same-moment, they heard Peter’s singing-voice…

“… hereee-izzz Charlie-Chainsaw…!!!”

The terrified girls screamed even-more… when they all-saw him wearing a cosplay-costume of Venom… with puffed-up fake-muscles and a long-tail…

… coming towards the stage where Jane was…

“… wham-bam… thank-you, Ma’am, hahaha…” Peter bowed gracefully...

Jane shouted at-him…

“Peter! Stop this!”

Just like Eddie Brock of the Venom-movie… the mask morphed with an-opening – to reveal part-of Peter’s face… as he scorned…

“You arrogant-girl, do YOU THINK you have free-will-as you please in our-domain!? Do YOU ‘THINK’ you’re better than ‘us’…!?”

His left arm ‘morphed-to-transform’ into a loud-buzzing chainsaw… as he pointed to the terrified female-classmates and saying…

“… it’s FEEDING-TIME now, Hahaha….!!!”

Upon hearing the blaring noise of the chainsaw… from the 5-exit entrances to the-gym… crawled a couple-of-scores of large giant crocodiles which-were running towards the stage… even the helpless-Jane was terrified at the massive sizes of their gaping mouths…

The huge reptiles were getting into the podium-stage… Jane along with her classmates screamed – while the singing-Peter sliced the kicking-and-dangling feet hooked-above… with blood-splattering zigzagged on the-platform…

“… I’m a tin-man – I ‘never’ had A HEART…

… I’m a tin-man – but you’ll make me A-STAR…”

… the hungry-crocs feasted-frenzy on the meat of the girls’ legs… with Peter giving-them the free-meals…

Jane fainted-and…

… dropped off head-first from the stage…

Lying-on her-side, the-nauseated TEEN-JANE saw the bloodied-red stage in-horror of her-screaming classmates’ body-parts as croc-chow…

… before her-vision turned from red-to-black…

-O-

In her-mind, she heard ‘both’ of her dog-barks… and her-Samsung’s ring-tone…

The disoriented BLIND-TWEEN jumped-and-stood on the bed… like if-though there were crocodiles ‘under’ her-bed, before…

… realising that she had an-awful nightmare in-her afternoon-nap… in her groggy-state she was ‘finding’ for her mobile-phone – and at-the same-time her dog was barking its-head off…

“PIPER! I’m fine – stop-barking there…!”

The dog-then quietened to the ‘voice’ of-its-Master’s command… but Jane ‘still’ couldn’t locate her ringing-phone – she voice-activated her-AI…

“Boyyo! Answer that!”

The ‘first’ person she thought calling-her was her BFF… after receiving the-visitor from the airport…

“Boyyo, who is it…?”

Her ‘guess’ was wrong, when her-device replied…

“… it’s Lola calling…”

“… okay… put her on-speaker…”

Blind-Jane found the-Samsung on floor-rug – and accidently ‘switched’ on the Facetime-mode when she picked it-up…

… Lola complimented on seeing the-Pixie-cut…

“Wow! Jane, you look so-cute – when did you cut-it…?”

“… err, yesterday…” Jane chuckled…

“… you look like Demi Moore…”

“… huh, who...?” Jane was puzzled…

Lola laughed ‘realising’ her age…

“… hahaha, this is before ‘your’ time – Demi-Moore was in a love-story movie called ‘Ghost’… your boy-cut looks like hers…”

Jane just smiled-and-nodded… while thinking…

‘… I’m ‘not’ going to look-up ‘who’ Demi-Moore is in a love-story CALLED-GHOST – Mia Farrow of Rosemary’s-Baby is already a nightmare on-her-own…’

Lola Flores’ purpose of calling Jane was to ‘check’ on her when she’s home-alone… and to keep in-touch – since the girl ‘trusted’ her. To-get her out of her-loneliness, Lola would-tell her-stories of Jane’s-younger brother’s antics-and-wits ‘while’ living in Uncle-Topher’s house…

… while Jane-too accommodated the chitchat of the housekeeper…

… who-was employed for 3-years in the Wilson-household ever-since Samuel-Jaheem was ‘adopted’ from-Kenya…

Jane grinned-wide as she listened – but IT WAS a ‘fake’ façade…

… deep-down, the blind-tween ‘wished’ she could-trust Lola EVEN-MORE of the ‘bigger’ problem she’s currently-facing of being prego – where, there were ‘questions’ that she was dying to ask but… would raise ‘red-flag’ suspicions whether it was Lola-and even… her AI, Boyyo…

… which she CAN’T RISK – then, her-parents ‘WOULD’ KNOW…

… but Jane was willing to RISK HER-LIFE with Paul in-POST-TREETON… in their-hidden-secrecy of the medical-abortion attempts…

Jane was stumped when Lola casually asked…

“… is Peter ‘still’ disturbing you in your-sleep…?”

… the housekeeper had-asked because UNBEKNOWNST to the Wilsons, she-and her Catholic priest had ‘exorcized’ Lilu from Jane’s bedroom – when Jane stayed @the Hilton ‘while’ the house was under-renovation…

“No … Peter, doesn’t disturb-me anymore…” Jane LIED…

… the tween-too was stupefied on how she had a Peter-nightmare A-MOMENT AGO – ‘when’ she had defeated the-incubus A FORTNIGHT-AGO in the Garden-of-Eden when she had blasted and shot-at its manhood… from her NEW-SUPERPOWER coming from her-forehead scar…

Jane did ‘not’ want to SAY-MUCH to Lola – of Peter who-was ‘presently’ sitting behind her-desk in the classroom – that it had ‘somehow’ impacted her-supernaturally… of him terrorising her during the-afternoon nap.

Jane also had-told countless-lies to her loved-ones to ‘hide’ her secret-double life…

…as to protect them from evil…

… that targeted whoever was close to both Jane-and-Paul in the POST-TREETON realm…

Jane wished that Lola would-end the-call – but the Filipina was still engaging in-small talks… and asked…

“… how is Paul doing…?”

“… err-Paul is fine…” Jane lied AGAIN…

… the blind-tween also assumed that Lola together with the majority of the 2-million of Perth’s citizens would have ‘known’ of the South-Beach’s Kissing-video incident by-now…

… BUT ‘NOT’ the consequences of it – ‘WHEN’ PAUL was transferred to the B-class…

… which Jane did ‘not’ disclose to the housekeeper… but-thinking…

‘… you’ll ‘know’ it soon, Lola – my-mother is no-stranger who leaves no-stones-unturned in her-pursuit of put-the B-girl-down stories to the-world…’

Lola then received an ‘incoming’ call…

“Jane, my son Ryan is calling… sorry, I’m hanging-up now – see you again-tomorrow… take care, ya…”

“… you-too… bye-Lola, thanks for the call…”

There was silence in the bedroom once the call-ended – sitting at the edge of her-bed, the blind-tween was ‘still’ DISTURBED BY her-nightmare in her-nap, where…

… the ‘possessed’ Peter-in-black who used a chainsaw and sliced her-dangling classmates’ legs like doner-kebab…

… to ‘feed’ a bask of wild-and-hungry crocodiles…

The hairs-at the back-of-her head-stood… as she ruminated her dreaded-thoughts…

‘… after 10-over days, he’s back ‘again’ – despite I’d WARNED HIM to ‘not’ disturb-me… when I hurt-him-bad in the Garden-of-Eden…

‘… but…

‘… I had NO POWERS just now when Peter came with-his-crocs… I couldn’t safe Alicia-and-the girls… I was helpless-and-useless…’

Jane felt-terrified and was trembling… and, with a ranting-mind…

‘… is Paul having nightmares too…? He lives under the ‘same’ roof with Peter… what-if Pauly don’t have his ‘Gemini-Blue’ powers – could Peter ‘kill’ him in-his-sleep…? I must ‘warn’ him, to-save-him…”

In a state of trepidation… Jane decided to call her boyfriend whom she haven’t ‘spoke’ for the past 4-days…

“Boyyo, SEARCH-ME Paul Walker’s number…”

“But-Jane, your father HAD ‘BLOCKED’ him…”

She was annoyed when her request was-denied… and she rebelled…

“What are you going-to do… betray-me like-SIMY…!? Are you going to send a-fishing email to daddy and, tell about it, hah…!?”

The AI-paused for-a moment, and replied…

“How did my-predecessor prototype-SIMY BETRAY YOU, Jane…?”

The tween did ‘not’ reply to-the-question… but mockingly-warned…

“Look here, you-bad decision-making dummy… all of YOUR KNOWLEDGE of me-and-Paul in the social-media is either false-or-lies brewed in Google’s popularity and-fake-news algorithms…

“BOYYO! Hei-are you going to help-me or ‘what’…!!?”

“But Jane… I need to ‘protect’ you as-you’re ‘still’ a-minor – I don’t want you to get into any ‘more’ problems… it’s ‘best’ that you SHOULD OBEY the rules-and-boundaries that your parents have set…”

“See… you-dummy – you are judging-and-disobeying me ‘again’ by basing-on fake-news of some fishing sex-video rumoured online… which by-the-way, DID ‘NOT’ happen, okay…!?”

… there was a radio-silence for the moment as Boyyo calibrated the logic-and-reasons of Jane’s ‘request’ to its-database – before replying…

“I’m ‘NOT’ HERE to disobey-you… I’m here to serve you, Jane…”

“… serve-me-how, Boyyo – you’re a mirror-image of my-mummy… always dictating my life as her-B-girl… fish-you-all…”

… the AI ‘heard’ her-cry… and it comforted…

“… please-please… don’t cry, Jane… I’ll HELP YOU… but ‘under’ one condition…”

… there was no response from the sobbing tween on-the-bed – so, Boyyo-cajoled…

“… I’ll HELP YOU contact Paul…”

… the-AI finally ‘got’ a response from the-sobbing-Jane…

“… what…? You-would…”

“If you give me full autonomy in your-privacy setting… IN THAT-WAY, I can serve you ‘better’ and ‘not’ be-judgy in my-decisions rendered to your ’request’…”

Jane remembered her uncle-Jack’s T&C of using-Boyyo tech… to give it maximum-access of her personal security-info… ‘which’ the tween did ‘not’ comply in POST-TREETON…

… fearing that her supernatural-superhero SECRET IDENTITY along with-Paul’s – would be ‘compromised-and-known’ by Dr Jack Turner…

… where his scientific-knowledge SHOULD ‘NOT’ KNOW ‘about’ the paranormal-mystic of the Defenders-of-Perth…

Jane was in-crossroads:

If she ‘disagreed’ – Boyyo wouldn’t help her… and she would-be left-out ‘alone’ … as-a ‘helpless-victim’ B-girl If she ‘agreed’ – Boyyo would have ‘accesses’ to her personal life-info that ‘might’ compromise hers-and-Paul’s Defender-of-Perth’s secret-IDs … but she ‘had’ to agree – where the ‘abortion’ was the Top-Priority of the mission of the Defender-of-Perth duo… and let the consequences of their hidden-IDs to be ‘secondary’ problem-to-worry about-later

Jane voiced-out…

“… okay, I ‘agree’ to your T&C request – now, contact Paul for-me…”

“Okay-Jane, I’ll restore him as-a ‘NEW-CONTACT’ in your Samsung – do I ‘change’ HIS-NAME…?”

Jane’s enthusiastic-voice answered…

“Yes, CHANGE THE-NAME – and put it as ‘Gemini-Blue’ – and, thank-you, Boyyo…”

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FOR 3 HOURS, PAUL was in his windowless bedroom playing his Nintendo – but he could ‘not’ focus-on his gaming with his guilty-pricking on his-mind to the point-that he could ‘not’ level-up. He sighed… and put the device-console on his lap…

… he was ‘feeling’ blameworthy for ‘punishing’ his-dog for its-disobedience of jumping-the-wall to leave the backyard – where Paul had to-then ‘FORCE’ HIMSELF to utilise his abstained-use of his-superpower to ‘prevent’ it from-escaping…

He-then had ‘punished’ Kitty by ‘not’ feeding her-lunch…

‘… where is my cow-sense innit FOR ‘PUNISHING’ a-dog for its toilet-habits…?’

He had troubled-thoughts of Kitty dying of starvation – where he-himself can’t endure the pain-of-hunger… and need to eat every-meal on-time every-day…

‘… what if I was CHAINED TO a post – and LEFT TO-DIE of famine…’

-O-

Paul decided to ‘spy’ on his-dog without it ‘sensing’ him-coming…

… and, certainly ‘not’ in his creaking wheelchair he could-not… which he had-been ‘too-lazy’ to service it with WD40 to eliminate its skreiching-sounds – and, since there was no-one home…

… Paul levitated from his-room to the kitchen…

Playing his cat-and-mouse hide-and-seek, the teen peeked out the kitchen-window – to see his tied-to the post dog napping…

…and, felt sad into his-own depression…

The soft-hearted emo-Paul doesn’t want to lose BOTH-GIRLS that he loved – with Jane who-had been separated from-him in school for 3-days… and Kitty dying of hunger for 3-hours…

Opening the backdoor, the levitating Paul rushed-out to the backyard – it surprised Kitty to see its-Master’s presence, who…

… grabbed-on her, and started rolling on-the-floor – hugging-and-apologising…

“… sorry-Kitty, I was ‘mean’ to you … sorry, I’ve mistreated-you… forgive-me…”

Wagging-its frantic tail like an-overworked pendulum, the-fervent Belgian Malinois licked his-face…

“… you must-be famished, you poor-girl – let me feed-you…”

Paul got-up… and filled Kitty’s bowl with lamb-flavoured dried-food…

… for his-penance-of his-guilt… he put an EXTRA-SERVING pile for his dog – that it was chowing-fast…

… Paul stepped-aside to watch Kitty-eat her late-lunch – ‘remembering’ the dog-feeding manual video on YouTube… to ‘NOT’ PET any-dog ‘while’ it-ate…

… as it would bite… THINKING THAT the-master was ‘stealing’ its food…

The teenager-then heard his iPhone rings in his bedroom – he flew to the door…

“… you eat up, girl… I got to get to-my-phone… see you… we go-wrestle-later… I need my-exercise… Ciao, my-pretty girl…”

-O-

‘… who’s it calling...?’

The first-person Paul thought was ‘calling’ was Alicia – who occasionally called him @odd-hours in-the-day … but he did ‘NOT’ SEE the Chinese-girl in SHS-today… but-only Jane – who came to school ‘alone’…

At the 7th-ring, Paul grabbed his iPhone on the bedside-table… flicked the screen to-answer…

… Paul’s jaw-dropped to his-girlfriend facetiming…

“… hello… Paul, you-there…?”

… Paul was tongue-tied… mesmerized of the closeup-of the-Pixie haircut on the blind-tween…

… he found his-voice to complement…

“WOW-Jane… your hair looks gorgeous!”

… hearing his avid -voice…Jane giggled-and-said…

“… hehehe, I love you too, Paul – but I’ll kill you if you compare me to-either Demi Moore or Mia Farrow…!?”

“… huh…. who ‘are’ they…?” Paul was confused…

Jane laughed-out…

“… hahaha, you ‘tell’ me, dear – I thought you ‘watch’ Netflix…!”

Paul too laughed-out… hearing a Netflix joke-on-him – where he ‘presumably-told’ her that sightless-visually-impaired girls don’t watch Netflix…

… that only the hearing-impaired-do…by reading the subtitles…

“… did you-go to Matahari…?” Paul asked…

“… ya, Ali’s mom styled my-hair – I was sick-of the fishing-dreadlocks I-had… it was soo-OTHER-PERTH…”

They laughed-again… Paul-too thought of his ‘own’ experience of the hair-salon – where Robin-Wong gave him a K-pop-cut…

.. he wanted to ask Jane ON ‘HOW’ she managed to-contact-him – ‘after’ her-father blocked-him since the emergence-of ‘their’ Kissing-video online – but-instead Paul heard his-girlfriend rambling about the ‘Peter-nightmare’ she had just-now…

… he listened to the details of ‘how’ the-devil had terrorized her-and-the girls… when Peter ‘chain-sawed’ their limbs to feed the crocodiles – and, Jane’s frustrated-that she ‘was’ superpowerless to help-and-fight back to stop-Peter in his-attack…

Paul was speechless in-deja-vu…

… having a ‘similar’ terror-attack during his nap before his-birthday – where he-too didn’t have superpowers to fight Peter, who was in a-Joker’s nurse’s uniform with a chainsaw… and sliced-off both of his-crippled legs…

Jane then was telling him that – ‘since’ he moved to B-Class, Peter WAS SITTING in Paul’s former desk behind-her…

Paul was angered…

‘… bloody-fool… you have your-girlfriend-Bella – why are you ‘disturbing’ mine…!?’

… the crippled-teen summed-up that his-twin was an erotomaniac – having delusional thoughts that Jane ‘was-still’ in loved-him… like in the OTHER-PERTH…

Jane rambled-further telling that while Peter sat behind her – the blind-girl ‘heard’ Peter whispering chants in a foreign-language…

“… is that Black-magic, Pauly…?” Jane asked…

Paul was puzzled-too-to the-question of the knowledge of his twin have learnt the mystic-arts…

“… I don’t know… but it’s possible – as he has an-incubus in POST-TREETON, hasn’t-he that protects him…? And, ‘they-attack’ us-both IN OUR-SLEEP. Peter is powerful in the dreamworld and… while in-waking-hours too, cos’ we can’t USE OUR SUPERPOWERS to hurt him… as he’s protected by-the-law…

“… if only-that my-mom WASN’T THE Inspector-of-Perth… I’ve would have-long ‘killed’ him…”

The girlfriend cautioned…

“Hey, don’t say that… Peter is ‘possessed’ …and, we’re ‘NOT’ MURDERERS – we don’t want his-blood in our-hands…”

Paul sighed – and was equally-clueless OF ‘HOW-TO’ defeat evil in this-realm… without the-act of ‘killing’…

… but…

… neither did-both of the Defenders-of-Perth duo KNEW OF Peter ‘was’ learning-up the Sumerian Blackmagic-spells from THE JOURNALS-OF the late-Solomon Walker… that he was ‘found’ in the underground BUNKER OF their father’s house…

… where Solomon-himself – was an Asmodeus-WORSHIPPER BEFORE he-died…

… WHERE EVEN in the ‘afterlife’ – Solomon had gambled-and-lost the Walker-house property in a poker-game @the-Underworld.

-O-

Paul was thinking ‘about’ the how-to strategies-of defeating evil and ‘sparing’ his-twin’s life… without ‘killing’ the devil in-the-process…

… he was distracted by-Jane’s voice in-urgency…

“Pauly, I don’t know how to say this – the ‘abortion-pills that you-ordered did ‘not’ work… I’m STILL PREGNANT… and didn’t feel ‘any’ symptoms of the miscarriage when I took the-pills… why is-that, Paul – are the pills fake…?”

Paul’s jaw-dropped that he ‘had ‘forgotten all-about the bigger-picture of his motherlode-worries of the main-problem…

… which-was the unholy-and-diabolic-Roman-Gods’ Immaculate Conception…

… if Jane ‘got’ pregnant – it would-be WW3 @the-House-of-Walker…

“… err, fake-pills…? I don’t ‘know’ about that… but I bought it on a respectable website – and-Jane, I’m totally’ sorry that the pills did ‘not’ work… I’m totally-am…”

Jane replied…

“… no-worries, dear… I’m ‘NOT’ BLAMING-you – you’re a kid ‘just’ like-me… how would you fish-know if the pills were real-or-fake…? But I’m willing to try-it again – Pauly, can you reorder…?”

“… okay, I’ll buy-it from another-site…” Paul responded…

He would rather ‘pay’ for her-abortion, so that Jane WOULD ‘NOT’ be-pregnant – and, to further-prove to the-citizenry – that the Tarzan-&-Jane’s sex-video WAS A HOAX…

Paul said…

“You should ‘CHANGE’ YOUR diet-too – some food ‘encourages’ miscarriages…”

“… is-it…? What ‘should’ I eat…?” Blind-Jane replied…

… and also, was impressed ‘with’ her-boyfriend who-had taken the-extra-mile… to research information regards-to her-pregnancy – with Paul having her-back to-help in-her-dilemma…

Paul suggested ‘high-mercury-content’ fish…

“Yeay… I can eat more-tuna sangers…” Jane responded-cheery…

Paul next-suggested anything trans-fat – like chips-and-crackers that were deep-fried-or-baked…

“… I love that… I snack a-lot-at times…” Jane chuckled-and-answered…

Paul’s other suggestions were low-fat milk, yoghurts that contain androgens – and unpasteurized soft-cheese…

“… Eww… I ‘hate’ that – cos’ I’m lactose-intolerant…” Jane said with a disgust-tone…

… as a cheese-lover, Paul’s heart-sank… that Jane would ‘not’ be-serving him-his favourite ham-and-cheese sandwiches once they-were married…

“… what else, Paul…? Tell-me more…” Jane asked…

Paul’s next on the suggestion-list were raw-eggs and liver…

“… Eww – Yucky! Who eats those…?” Jane gagged…

… Paul sighed-inwards noticing that his girlfriend was a fussy-eater who cherry-picked what she-liked… who was ‘not’ a willing-trooper WHO DID ‘whatever-it-took’ to end-the-pregnancy…

… and, furthermore he ‘was’ too-young to be a ‘father’…

“… anything-else more…?” Jane asked with enthusiasm…

Paul hesitated with the-next suggestion – which-was alcohol… fearing that his-girlfriend would binge on the Wilsons’ storage of red-wine…

… as he had ‘seen’ her chuggling before straight-up from-the-bottle…as her ‘escape’ strategy in Peter’s Hide-and-Seek hunting-game…

Paul instead suggested her to eat ‘more’ acidic-fruits like grapes, papayas – and especially, pineapples … which has an enzyme, bromelain that can cause the cervix to soften… resulting an-early labour…

“… but they don’t serve those fruits at the canteen…” Jane replied-disappointed…

The boyfriend put his foot-down, saying…

“… come-on, Jane – be ‘pro-active’ – go-ask Alicia to buy you-fruits, yea…?”

… he saw Jane nodding in-agreement…

Paul did ‘not’ want to suggest the ‘extreme’ methods – of self-inflicted deliberate accidents… like falling down-the-stairs and causing miscarriage…

… and he even saw a gory-video of an illegal-clinic that performed an-abortion by using a metal-wire clothe hanger…

… but he doesn’t want-nor-wish his-Jane to take-part in those dangerous-and-deadly approaches…

Still-nodding, Jane told…

“… ya, I can ask Ali to-buy me pineapple-fruit and bags-of-chips… ooo-Pauly, I love you so-much… and appreciate WHAT-EVER help you’re coming-up with – I’m willing to cooperate in whatever way to get-rid of this-trickery plans-of Mother-Venus’ invasion of my body…

“… we’ll get through this-together – and WE’LL ‘PURGE’ this fishing-cursed-child growing-inside my-belly…!”

The moment the-enthusiastic blind-Jane CURSED… SHE felt sharp-pain in her-belly – and CRIED-OUT…

… the horrified boyfriend saw-through of the shaky-camera trips of the bedroom ceiling… and, Jane’s voice crying-in-pain off-camera…

“JANE! Jane… what’s happening…!!?”

The tween picked-up the phone – sobbing to-Paul…

“… I don’t know ‘what’ is happening-to-me… Arrggghh…I feel ‘terrible-pain…”

“… is it cramps… are the last-night’s pills finally-working…!?” He asked…

“… Arrggghh… I don’t know – it’s-like the womb-is-kicking like a clapper-in-a-bell…!” She replied…

Paul was baffled – as her pregnancy was hardly 10-days old – but… as-per Google… the womb ‘kicking’ sensations often-occurred at-about 20-weeks later…

“… Jane, should I CALL Emergency-service…?”

“NO-dummy! We’ll get caught IF YOU-DO-that!” Jane yelled-in the shaky-camera…

“How-now…? What you’re gonna-do…?”

“… I don’t know… probably take pain-killers…”

At that same-moment, Anthony’s Mercedes pulled-up at the Wilson’s driveway – Jane panicked-even more…

“Paul, I got to go – my-daddy’s home… see you in school…”

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The ‘sentient’ womb was in its SELF-PRESERVATION-mode…

… once IT ‘SENSED’ the host was ‘abandoning’ her sole-purpose of being-a conduit in the Immaculate-CONCEPTION MECHANISM…

… and-also, the Blind-One was maliciously ‘accepting’ suggestions in her further-ATTEMPTS of abortion – where-else…

… its-own SOLE PURPOSE was…

… to BE BORN as the Saviour-Daughter to the-world…

… so, it RETALIATED…

… by hurting her.