Terror

Chapter Eleven

Bella stared down at an old pair of scissors that she found in Jason's trailer. The scissors looked like they had seen better days with rust forming along the edges and the handles slightly bent. She grabbed a piece of her thin hair, running her fingers through the strands and examined the difference in length since, it was partly burned due to Ashley setting their car on fire.

She knew the best option was to trim off the burned ends, but there was no mirror anywhere in sight. It's not like anybody really cared about appearances anymore. The days of styling and grooming were long replaced by survival and basics of life.

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 turned to face Nevaeh, who appeared completely unfazed by her intrusion. She still looked the same with her black hair braided, and she wore some slight makeup. She was dressed casually in an old purple hoodie paired with black leggings, and combat boots.

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

Nevaeh was likely one of the last persons she would have chosen to cut her hair, but at least she 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 wondered how Nevaeh knew her thoughts, but she remembered that someone claimed that he r abilities were similar to 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 herself down on the long cushioned seat, trying to keep her back straight. She wanted to ensure Nevaeh wouldn't make it look horrible.

"You've missed out on quite a lot," Nevaeh continued, casually snipping away at Bella's hair. "Did you know Bryce and Emma are officially together? It's such 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 on Bella's mind. She recently got back together with Jason, but despite their rekindled romance, everything felt different. The love she held for him was undeniable, yet an unsettling feeling of guilt gnawed at her insides—a constant reminder of past mistakes that seemed to loom over their relationship.

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

Bella caught her reflection and noticed that all the burned sections of her blonde hair had been cut off. Although, there were still piece of the damage, the remaining strands cascaded gracefully down her back. She felt relieved; having shorter hair would have only dragged her painful memories of a disastrous haircut from the sixth grade.

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

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

Followers were those mindless dead people who obeyed Ashley, doing whatever she commanded without question. Bella knew Teagan was still one of those followers, 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.