People come and people go. Yet sometimes, they walk away, leaving grief and confusion within you. As if a whole tornado of emotions spun around your head. However, others carry on with joy and peace. They take a piece of you, which you can redeem bu...
‼️: Mention of blood, death and cursing, reader discretion is advised.
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[POV: Delihah]
As I continued to look at the girl, my only thought was to grab her wrist and pull her away from the group. And that's what I did, except she was very strong. I pulled with all my strength, exiting the funeral home rapidly as I held onto her.
Dixie: "Let go of me!"
Delihah: "Why would you look over at my phone?!" -the girl, snatched her wrist off from my grasp quickly after my question.
Dixie: "Cause you were acting suspicious? I mean...right as your friend and her little boyfriend started arguing, you quickly grabbed your phone and texted somebody."
Delihah: "What's wrong with that?!" -I exclaimed, making her sigh while stepping closer to me.
I swallowed rapidly as she was inches away from me, her glare being extremely intimidating. My hands sweated constantly, making me rub them against my clothing.
Dixie: "It shows you're part of the reason why they're arguing." -she whispered, looking at me up and down.
I opened my mouth, ready to speak once again but the girl, interrupted me by placing her hand up.
Dixie: "Why expose your friend in a funeral? Couldn't that like...wait?"
Delihah: "Oh my, God! Just listen to me! Can you do that?" -the girl rolled her eyes but motioned me to explain.
I watched how some people passed by us, looking over to us with frowned eyebrows over my previous screaming. They walked further more, eventually leaving us alone. I sighed out loud, glancing at the girl, once again.
Delihah: "Okay. Look, I'm being...stalked? I don't even know by who or why."
I moved my hands around nervously, this being an annoying trait of mine.
Delihah: "All I know, is that this person keeps making me do this horrible things. I don't know why! Okay? I've been threatened and I'm scared."
I finished, watching how the girl, crossed her arms as she looked around the area we were in.
Dixie: "Well that was easier than I expected." -this one stared at me up and down again, grabbing her phone out of her pocket.
Delihah: "What?"
However, the pink haired one just showed me her phone. The screen held different text messages in her notifications, this ones being from the same number who's been texting me.
I looked at her in shock as I noticed she even had a more extensive conversation with this person than I.
Delihah: "This is the same person who's been texting me...why is he texting you too?"
