Kiss My Threats

Chapter 01

'Dead, she is.'

Were the words. The three short words sounded simple and accurate but they were deadly and desperately hostile. The paper embraced her front palm that is still undergoing the earthquake while the other palm grasped onto the damp towel that suspended right on her chest which refused to take it easy on her with it thumping. All was one single cause, just a mere sheet of paper which those words were scripted on with a thick, crimson red ink that has no contrast to blood.

Her cherry pink lips parted as her throat made a try to force out some words. It was not successful, it was like her throat was under restraint by her village people. Her protruding chestnut eyes subconsciously trailed to her window with droplets of rain staining it. Her eyes set back on the paper again that changed her mood from bright to gloom, hoping against hope if she had misread that short but heart shattering sentence.

She scanned it repeatedly, not seeming to get over what she just received, the death note. She was in the dark of why he, her messenger; her threatener to be specific sent this to her... she didn't lose anybody so why this message? God forbid it if it is true.
With her clammy hands from fright, she took the sheet so close making a hundred and eighty degrees with her eye level while she moved her right fingers to the top of the paper, wasting no second in ripping it into tiny pieces that could be unreadable to any man. The pieces escaped her hands but the words didn't escape her mind, instead they kept on lingering on it taking over the thoughts that were going through it before this incident. It really is out of ordinary receiving this sort of message from her messenger.

A grunt broke off her lips.

Is this playing?

She went down to pack up the mess she made and crumbled the pieces into a ball and made a basket that was close to her bathroom door.

Haven retired to her closet, she got bundled up in a sleeveless A-line gown hanging a few inches below her knees. She departed her room, heading downstairs to get the day started. She intended to meet up with Faith just as she had planned their day ahead.

As her legs decelerated at the last stair, her gaze fell on the woman in a grey polo dress, her ebony wavy hair almost reaching her mid back. She has no idea she is being gazed upon while she continues to twist the key into its hole in order to lock the door.

"Good Morning mom."

"Genevieve," she spins when she finally succeeds in locking the door. Her voice came out grim, nothing like Genevieve had expected but she kept quiet because she knew her stepmom, Audrey, was still going to say something with that look, "there's nothing good about the morning."

With those chestnut eyes burning with curiosity, Genevieve blinked owlishly at her with her curiosity level filling to the brim if it was a jug. Audrey took short strides towards the direction of the kitchen with a blank look, it was clear that she doesn't want to express any emotion and Genevieve is not ready to let go now having sensed the edge in her voice, she knew something is up, Audrey wasn't usually like this.

"What happened? You don't look okay."

Those words which she wishes she never asked, maybe she wouldn't have to know. She did not want to believe it a bit but the way her mom said it, the look in her eyes held so much honesty and faithfulness in them... they were convincing her that it is the truth, what she just heard was no lies.

"Faith passed on." Audrey's voice was flat again and pierced right into Genevieve's ears and passing echoes through it.

"S-sir?" Her voice shook like a leaf attacked by wind, she didn't realize she was falling backwards till she felt the hard wall holding her back from hitting the floor. Her stepmom rushed to her aid and helped her in settling down on the stool and as quick as lightning, she offered her a glass of water which Genevieve refused to collect.
She doesn't like this type of joke.