ADDICTED TO YOU

Chapter 9

It was a bloodshed, the place was covered with the stench and pang of blood, the  thick scent consumed the whole house, I lost balance and fell on my steps trying to walk pass it.... my dress was covered with blood....the scent passed on to me,  I couldn't move, my breath was caught up... what the hell is going on? A  frightening scream from upstairs caught my full attention. I came home late that day because some of the queen bitches tried another stunt with me... a stunt which caused us detention... nice just nice. I noticed something different that night... the only house in the neighborhood that wasn't lighted was ours... it was unusual, mom didn't mention anything about having overtime at work. I run upstairs, scared for the unknown, my mom was she hurt? Was she the one who screamed? I was out of breath when I reached her room, I heard someone talking but it was in a different  language... I couldn't understand what it was, but I had this gut feeling to run... to run and never look back....for what awaits me was death...but how can I, when the person I love most is in that room.

I was there standing in front of my mothers room covered in blood and shaking, I was shit scared I couldn't move. I was trying to convince myself that this ain't real, that it's probably one of those bad dreams... yeah one of those bad dreams.

I could hear aunt Luciana talking to someone, I woke up from that dream I had... why am I remembering it now? Why did I dream of it again... that night my mother died. Opening my eyes I could still feel the heaviness of it, the dark circles probably getting worse, white wide room greeted me... I was in the hospital of that I'm sure.

"Is she gonna be alright doctor?"

"Yes, she just needed a break from all the stress... a long rest will do... and about her medication---"

"She stopped taking them doctor, I--- I  just don't know what to do anymore."

Her voice broke and turned into a sob. I never asked them to take me in... if she's having a hard time then it's not my fault... it's not mine to shoulder. She must've gone through my stuff, how did she know? Did she see the blood in my room, the dead wolf on the tub? I had too many questions and there's this pounding in my head. The smell of disinfectants and medicine is making it even worse... I felt caged in a place where I didn't want to be.

"Everythings gonna be fine, I'll check on her later."

"Yeah... thanks for everything Marcial."

"It's nothing Luciana."

By the sound of their conversation they must have known each other. The ringing of her phone filled the quiet room.

"Yes, she's sleeping right now. The police? Yeah--- yeah the police can take her statement when she wakes up."

Great! now the police are involved, my life just keeps entertaining as ever. Who on earth would even put a dead wolf in my tub and make a mess of my room. Does this have to do with him.... Viggo? The people who was after him, are they the one behind it. Scooting myself on the other side of the bed, I tried to will myself that maybe it was just some psycho or something.... maybe just maybe. My aunt might have noticed that I was moving, causing her to panick and all.

"Honey? Heather are you alright? Are you hurting somewhere? I'm gonna call the doctor okay."

"Wait, no.... I'm fine.... just don't call the doctor."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm a hundred percent positive."

"Oh honey I was so worried about you, the maid was calling you out for lunch, but you didn't answer... they saw the blood in your room and how ruined the place was.... then they found you in the bathroom--- ahhh yeah... your uncle just called, he said the police wanted to question you about the stalker."