The Silhouette

CHAPTER FIIIIIIIIIIIIVE

Okie doke here ya go chapter five. QOTDs at the end of the chapter.

Love, Prathiksha

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 (Back to 3rd person POV)

“That 88th person was your father,” the shadow guy said to her.

            “And his offspring is…” Ambrosia trailed off, realizing what the man was saying.

            “You,” he bluntly stated.

            “No. No, no, no, no. This is not happening. I am not defeating anyone. I’m just dreaming. I’m going to close my eyes, and count to five, and you’ll be gone,” Ambrosia said, shaking her head violently.

            She closed my eyes for a few seconds, and when she opened them, he was still floating in front of her. “Why are you still here?”

            “I’m still here because I’m real,” he replied casually, trying to suppress an amused smile.

            He took a step towards her and reached out for her hand. She screamed, and then covered her mouth, not wanting to upset Mrs. Tristan.

            “Rosy? Rosy! Ambrosia! Ambrosia, are you ok?” she heard Elias’s voice yell. Ambrosia had forgotten that she had called Juliette and Elias for witnesses, in case this man tried anything scary. Her eyes widened as the shadow guy advanced towards her, question in his eyes.

            “Who was that?” he asked.

            “Um, I—it was just…” she stuttered. She didn’t want this… thing to hurt her, or her friends.

            “Leave her alone, you shadowy freak! Julie, shut up!” Elias shouted from the other line. Ambrosia heard Juliette screaming and panting uncontrollably.

            “I’m not doing anything to her, boy. Calm down,” the shadow man said, picking up her phone and talking into it.

            “Ambrosia Benson! I will give you five minutes! If you and your friends don’t shut up, I’ll take away your cell phone,” Mrs. Tristan yelled.

            “Okay! I got it! Calm down! God, you don’t need to yell!” Ambrosia yelled back, quickly realizing her mistake of talking back. Mrs. Tristan footsteps began to echo in the hall, getting louder as she got closer to Ambrosia’s room. She began to panic, and the shadow man did too.

            Ambrosia quickly talked into my phone. “E, I’ll call you later. Mrs. Tristan is coming. I’ll be fine, but I got to go.”

“Okay, but be really careful, babe. I don’t want you getting hurt. Bye,” Elias responded just as fast. Her cheeks grew warm and her spine tingled when he called her “babe.” She tried to ignore it as she ended the call and threw the phone under her bed.