World Against Us (Unleashed #1)

Chapter 3

Rosalina's hair on top ---------^^^^

(and yes, she has red hair. She has natural straight fiery hair, its just curled towards the ends in this chapter. It's also not the same shade as this picture, Rose's hair is naturally red.)

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Sleep never came to me so quick, but when it did come to me, I slept like the dead. It was only until my alarm went off at two forty-five that I realized I was heading a bit late. Maybe more than a bit. But the covers were so comfy and I didn't want to leave the bed. I didn't want to move so it'd make much more sense if I didn't come to the party at all.

If we weren't hosting it, that might have been possible.

Rachel would have kittens if she found me like this, still laying in bed. I snoozed my alarm. I was in that phase that I'll wake up five minutes later only five minutes was an understatement and five minutes, well that'd never come. I slept some more, very lightly in case Rach decided to pop her head in the room.

Beep! The alarm screams in my ear. Rolling over I check the time. Three thirty. Hey isn't the party at four? I rest my eyes for a minute before conking my head on the bed frame. In a dazed stupor, I lounge out of bed, grabbing my clothes and necessities to the bathroom. My head lulls forward, but I catch myself before my head actually falls over my shoulders. I steady myself, using the wall and dressers to help me walk across from my bed to the bathroom. How embarrassing.

I dump my stuff on the ground and put my hair in a messing bun. Before I get in, I eye my reflection in the mirror. For some odd reason, mirrors freak me out. It's not my reflection that I'm so afraid of. It's like seeing myself in the mirror then seeing someone else in the mirror with me. Like a person I don't know who is out to kill me. I took a deep breath and smile nervously. Wow, I watch too many horror movies. I took another deep breath and slipped out of my attire. While in the shower, massaging my scalp, water droplets clinging to my lashes, I thought about the move.

Wow. This is huge. I've stayed in Mississippi my whole life. I'm not sure exactly if I've got a southern drawl, I mean it's hard to tell if you heard people all your life speaking the same words with you. Like in France or Spain, Britain even, people there don't know or can't tell that they have an accent. They don't just go up to each other, with a dazzling arrogant smirk and say, "'Sup man. Like your accent."

I'm pretty sure not.

Well. I don't know actually if it happens like that. I shook my head, soap dripping to the ground. Hmm... I really sure get back to the real topic.

I don't want to move just because of R though. I mean he's a large part of it, but seriously, this is the town, the state I live in. I don't want to move from a place attached with so many memories.

I don't want to move period.

I really wish R was more specific with me when he said where he'd go. It's like telling me would kill him. Har har. He's already dead. Problem solved. No, now anyway, R didn't specify when he'd meet me. I feel sort of responsible and guilty. You know, like I don't want to give him a heart attack (pun intended), if the house is suddenly just empty. Only now that I think about it, he could just trace my scent. But that'd take awhile, considering that we're going by car. By then, even if he met me today, I'd be gone.

Forever.

It shouldn't bother me much. I fell like I was overreacting a bit. I mean, come on, moving. Really, it's not like someone is asking me to sign a contract in my blood never to come back here again. Depending on where we're going next, I could probably sneak back here just to catch on him.