The Fiancé from Hell

Chapter 4

As Alana and Kristina arrived home, with a few more bags than expected, Alana noticed something on the back of Kristina's neck. A fresh, violet bruise. Oh God.. thinks Alana, Who's done that to her? Alana had noticed some other bruises while they were out shopping, but she didn't say anything. Just in case it made Kristina upset again. Kristina kicked the handle of the door, opening it and making them both laugh. They dropped the bags upstairs just as the phone rang.

"Answer that, Alana!" Kristina said, running to the bathroom, "I have to use the little girls room!"

Alana shook her head and chuckled, "Alright, alright!"

Alana jogged towards the phone and picked it up.

"Hello, Harrason residents! Alana speaking!"

A male's voice replied, a teen by the way it sounded.

"Hi, Alana. Is Kristina there?"

Alana was sceptical,

"She may or may not be. Who is this?"

The voice chuckled at Alana's phrase,

"I'm a friend if hers. Can I talk to her please?"

"She's a bit busy at the moment, can I take a message?"

The friend of Kristina's considered for a moment,

"Just tell her that Andy called, will you?"

Alana wrote his name down just as Kristina came out of the bathroom, her eyes puffy and red as she ducked into her own room before Alana spotted the obvious signs that she had been crying,

"Yeah I'll tell her. Is that it?"

Andy chuckled,

"Yeah, that's it. Thanks, Alana. Maybe I'll talk to you soon, hm?"

She was taken aback by this,

"Maybe... Goodbye Andy.."

Alana hung up the phone before Andy could reply. She walked towards Kristina's room. The sound of sobbing stopped her in her tracks.

Instead of walking into Kristina's room to see what was bothering her and making her cry, Alana went downstairs, and into the kitchen. Alana did a bit of tidying up and then turned on the music player. Just in case Kristina wanted quiet, Alana closed the kitchen door, the key in the keyhole.

That was a big mistake.