Terror

Chapter Eleven

Bella stared down at an old pair of scissors that she found in Jason's trailer. She grabbed a piece of her thin hair, examining the difference in length since it was partly burned due to Ashley setting their car on fire.

Her best option was to trim part of it off, but there was no mirror anywhere in sight. It's not like anybody really cared about appearances anymore, since there were barely any clean clothes or shampoo that actually worked well with her hair.

Last night, she and Jason slept together. It was her first time doing such an act, but there was an overwhelming lust that filled her body just seeing him again. She missed him greatly, but somehow something felt incomplete.

"I don't believe we were getting ready for the runway," Nevaeh said with a smirk.

Bella looked over where Nevaeh stood at the open door in Jason's RV, seeming unconcerned about her invasion. She still looked the same with her black hair braided, wearing some slight makeup, dressed in an old purple hoodie and leggings.

"Can you cut the burned pieces?" Bella asked, holding up the scissors.

Nevaeh was probably one of the last people she wanted cutting her hair, but she at least knew what she was doing.

"Do you honestly think I'm going to cut off all your hair?" Nevaeh snickered. "I'm not one of those crazy people around here."

Bella thought for a moment about how she knew her thoughts, but then she remembered someone saying her powers were along the lines of mind reading. That meant she couldn't really hide much anymore.

"I guess so," Nevaeh said smugly, walking over and grabbing the scissors.

Bella sat down on the long cushioned seat, keeping her back straight so Nevaeh didn't make her hair look horrid.

"You've missed out on quite a lot," Nevaeh said. "Bryce and Emma are together, which is a bummer because he's so hot. Esme and James got sort of a fling, but Jade is actually in love with Esme, which is strange."

Relationship drama was the last thing she thought about. She recently got back together with Jason, but things didn't feel the same. She still loved him, but the guilt from what she did still ate away at her. She had to be the noble one for once, but she didn't know where to start.

"There," Nevaeh said, flashing a small mirror.

Bella looked at her blonde hair, and all the burned parts were cut off. Her hair still went past her chest, which was good because having it shorter than past her chest brought flashbacks of a bad haircut she had in the sixth grade.

"Do you know about this situation with Divina?" Bella asked quietly, looking at her scarred hands.

"From what I've heard, Divina needs to take over a body to stop Ashley with Cassandra," Nevaeh said. "We got to beat those followers, which seems easy."

Followers were those mindless dead people who went along with whatever Ashley told them. She knew Teagan was still a follower, but apparently she was switching sides due to Cassandra.

"I have to ask Cassandra something," Bella said, standing and walking out of the trailer.

"I'm pretty sure Scarlett didn't teach her religion, plus she's out with her father and uncle," Nevaeh said, flashing a cheeky smirk.

It wasn't that Greyson was just the father; she would be considered Jason's niece.

"No, it's a different relation," Bella said. She stared at Nevaeh, who appeared to be searching her mind for an answer. She didn't know much herself about this decision, which is why she had to ask Cassandra.