Shorty looked askance at Brad. Brad noticed his looked and laughed as he said, "Tell me how to control my body. After I came back from that s.p.a.ce, I can't move my body."

Shorty seemed to be deep in thought as he murmured, "How can it be?" Shorty looked at left, then at right as he tapped his fingers on his chin and asked Brad, "Did you feel anything?"

"I felt extreme pain. Other than that, there was nothing I guess." Brad replied while thinking. He did not feel anything but pain. But he felt the pain originating from the place in between her eyebrows. He shared his concern with Shorty. Shorty was surprised for a while before saying, "Let me leave for a while."

"What do you mean? How can you leave? I can't even move my body. What if my Mom and dad see you? What if they are afraid of you? What if they throw you out?" Seeing Brad so concerned about him, made his chest swell with pride. He calmly answered, "Nothing will happen to me. I can conceal myself."

"Okay. But how should I let you out?" Brad questioned Shorty.

"It's all in your mind. With a thought you can let me out." Shorty replied seriously.

Although Shorty a.s.sured him, Brad was still concerned about Shorty. But he gave a thought, and Shorty went out of his body. Shorty examined Brad's body carefully, but found nothing. When he wanted to return, he saw a glowing mark of fire on Brad's forehead. Shorty was in distress as he thought frantically, 'Why is that idiot here too? He will bully me again!'

Shorty lifted his short limbs and circled Brad numerous times to make sure that what he was seeing is right. He heaved a huge sigh, before vanis.h.i.+ng into the thin air. Moments later, he appeared in front of Brad and questioned him, "Why didn't you tell me earlier that he is here?"

"Huh? Who is here?" Brad couldn't make head or tail out of the question.

"You dare to ask me? Ask yourself. Why is that monster here?" Shorty cried as he waved his short limbs in the air and looked at Brad with teary eyes as he complained with a red face.

Brad was clueless about the monster, Shorty was speaking of. He caught Shorty in his palms, and rubbed his cheeks before saying, "Tell me who is the monster you are speaking of, else, I would pinch your cheeks till they turn red." Brad found out that it was great to tease Shorty. 'I should tease him often. Hehe.' He made up his mind.

Seeing Shorty looking at him with such disgruntlement, made him laugh out loud. Then he said seriously, "I really don't know who you are speaking of."

"It's him. I c-can't t-tell y-you his n-n-name. He beats me up every time I call him. You should summon him yourself." Shorty was so afraid that he s.h.i.+vered non-stop.

"If I don't know his name, how will I summon him? Shorty, you are such an idiot." Shorty seemed to have thought the same too, as he said in the next moment, "If I call him and he tries to beat me up, will you save me?" Shorty blinked his cute red eyes as he asked Brad.

"Sure." Brad nodded his head seriously. Shorty was still wavering when he heard Brad say, "Pinky Promise." Shorty's face broke into a smile as he said, "Okay then, I'm calling him but you have to keep your promise. Okay?"

Shorty s.h.i.+vered while he went in front of Brad and asked him to bend down. Brad bent down, but Shorty still couldn't reach his forehead. Brad laughed at Shorty's pitiful look, as he placed his hand in front of Shorty to climb on it. Brad placed his palm near his forehead when he felt a poke, and then, in the next second, he heard a cry.