Her Revenge

Chapter 7

"Elma..." a soft voice calls for me in a distance.

I look around and see myself in my parents bedroom tied to a chair. I try screaming and my voice doesn't come out.

I see my dad walk through the door with a huge knife in his hand that's still dripping blood. He comes up to me and touches my face.

"Your next, princess..."

He hovers his hand over me and stabs me in the leg and he lifts the knife and aims it at my chest–

"ELMA! ELMA WAKE UP!!"

I wake up to find my body sweating bullets and I'm soaking wet, my forehead looks like I was exercising.

"Kayla, what's wrong?"

She looks at like I'm retarded and stands up from my bed to look me properly in the eyes.

"Girl, I should be asking you the same thing."

I give the "bitch,what" face and she looks me with her hand on the hip like she my momma or something.

"Girl, you was kicking and screaming like you was getting killed or something, then you have the nerve with fried chicken livers to ask me what's wrong." she scoffs and walks towards her bed and sits down.

"I'm sorry, I was just-" I hold myself from telling her about my dream. She must never know.

I don't want her too close, she might hurt me if she does.

"You were just..." She motions her hand for me to continue.

Think of a lie and fast!

"I was just...uhm...having a nightmare about last night. Yes! I had a nightmare about last night."

I avoid eye contact with her so that she won't figure out that lying. She stands up and gives me hug, weird.

"You poor thing, I hope you know sorry I am about last night. I figured confronting her would help you not get teases by her...I didn't mean for her to get killed. I really care about you. 

Oh please,

"I know you think I'm lying but I'm not asking you I'm telling you I do."

I shut my before I could disagree. I hug her back and realise how long it's been since I got the sweet sensation of a hug.

"Thank you."

A familiar pair of knocks on our door breaks up our little hug-fest and we both play Rock, Paper, Scissors for who has to get the door.

Long story short, I lost.

Ugh, I hate this game.

I get out of my warm bed and head for the door. I adjust my PJ shorts before opening the door.

I pry open the door and see Anthony standing there in his signature black hoodie, and he's hold something behind his back.

Oh hell nah...

"What do you want?"

I break the awkward silence and realise he kinda felt hurt by my response to seeing him.

"Uhm, well–"

"Well what, Tony?" I interrupt him just as he was about to speak.

"Well, I came here to talk to you..." He says while looking away from me.

I realize that he's a little nervous or something, wow. Who knew Mr Confident gets nervous.
To be honest I've never seen him like this.

"Talk to me about what Anthony, you have said, done and shown me enough. There's nothing more to talk about." I say.