The Siren

So Close

Amelia POV:

Sweat trickled down my forehead as I looked out the window.

We have been on this raggedy road for the past hour.

"Whew chile its hot. I should've brought water." My mom complained.

"Amen to that. How much farther?" Ashanti said, snatching her bonnet off and redoing her high puff.

"About an hour and a half." We all groaned.

Okay look, I know y'all are probably like "you shouldn't be complaining when your girlfriend is only a couple miles away!" But babygirl, it's hotter than a witches coochie.

About thirty minutes later, I noticed something, or someone.

I can't tell, it looks like an oven out here.

"Y'all look, there is something out there." I pointed.

"Girl ain't nothing out here besides animals, shit ion even know how they survive outchea." My mom looked at me like I was crazy.

"I'm telling you something is there!" I pulled over and stopped the car.

I hopped out and ran towards it mouth caution.

There were two men in those yellow suits from Monsters Inc., but it was white instead.

They were carrying a bag, looked like a shape of a body.

My heart stopped.

God please let it not be her.

I pulled out my gun when we reached the men. They immediately dropped the bag and threw their hands up in the air.

"Don't shoot! We mean no harm." One hurried up and said.

"Open it up!" I demanded and they carefully bent down and opened it up.

It wasn't her. Thank god.

It was someone else, a girl. Locs like mine, hazel eyes, brown skin, full lips and an eerie look on her face. Their was a stab wound on her neck.

I read her name tag that was covered in blood.

It read Layla Marshall.

"Who the hell is this?" I asked.

"This is bosses assistant/lover. It's no surprise she died, messing with boss like that. Shame." The other man said, zipping the bag back up.

"I should have put on sunscreen, but who is this "boss"?" Eric said. He looks like Pepto Bismol.

"Sorry we aren't allowed to say her name or else we will be in trouble.

Ashanti took my gun and my moms, one in each hand. Then pointed at their faces. Fear was evident.

"WHO IS BOSS I AIN'T PLAYING WITH YALL. GOT FIVE SECONDS! FOUR, THREE, TWO-" She threatened and they cracked.

"Okay okay! Her name is Shyanne. Just please don't kill us." Man #1 stuttered out.

My mom has never looked angrier.

"Okay, so not only is this bitch a psychopath, but she was cheating too?! Oh ima kill that hoe." She said the last part under her breath.

"Where did she go?" I asked.

"She went to that way, after Layla and the test subject. Pee, Pear, Earl something like that." My face twisted up and my fist clenched.

"DON'T CALL HER A TEST SUBJECT!" I punched Man #1.

He dropped on his knees and held his eye.

"Let's go. I walked away towards the car.