My Revenge

Chapter 14

"Okay, can you start from the beginning,  because this is kinda unbelievable Em."
Niall scratched his head.

I sighed deeply. " I'm gonna take this slow for you. I was at the park. Three guys came too. One was Drake another was Smith and the last one was their friend. He hit on me and this guy came out of nowhere sliced his throat then we ran. You got it now." I asked rubbing my temples trying not to picture their friends blank eyes and bloody neck. 

We all were in Drake's parents living room sitting in a circle. After my call with Niall he drove here and now we're all having to explain to Niall what happened. Which wasn't really working because he really doesn't believe us.

"So random guy. Comes and kills your friend. " Niall asked Drake.

" Yes that's what we've been trying to tell you. " Smith whined then fell back on the couch.

"That's a little.. cliché don't you think. I mean random guy saves girl from drunk guy." Niall stood up to sit next to Smith on the couch.

"This is why it's a fictional story Niall. The writer put in all the clichés. "

"True."

"So what are we gonna do. " We all thought about it

"There's nothing we can do Smith. We just watchedd our bestfriend die right in front of our eyes." Drake looked like he was fighting back tears.

" We can't just-" The front door opening cut Smith off.

Two adults walked in looking about in their mid 30's.

"Oh my." The woman turned to us looking shocked. I'm guessing these are Drake's parents.

"Sweetie! I haven't seen you in forever! Its been ages. And you made more friends too!" She ran toward Drake and gave him a bear hug.

I remember when our parents used to hug us like that. Don't you remember Anna.

Well yeah. Of course I do. Mom's hugs were the best hugs. Filled with love and passion. They were something else.

I know right....

"Psh. Em." I turned my head to Niall who was making hand gestures.

"What Niall?" I said a little to loudly. Everyone was silent and looking at me.

I hate attention.

"And who is this lovely young lady Drake?" Drake's mother walked towards me and held out her hand. I politely shook it.

"I'm Emily. I guess you can say I'm Drake's acquaintance." I said with a smile.

"Well hopefully you'll become good friends because he needs more of them." She joked

"Really mom? God you're so annoying. " Drake rubbed his hands on his face.

They don't look that bad...

Yeah, he doesn't look like a alcoholic. And his mother doesn't look that crazy. She actually seems really pleasant.

"I have an idea why don't you all stay for dinner! I make a mean pot of pasta." His mother told us.

"Oh come on Wanda leave the boys friends alone and let them be come on let's go upstairs and let them finish." His father said while pulling her gently towards the stairs.

"Well alright Harold. You all are welcome to stay the night!" She yelled while disappearing up the stairs.

"Sorry about that. I didn't know they would be home early." Drake scratched the back of his neck.

"It's alright mate. They seem like nice people." Niall complimented.

"Whatever you say dude." Drake walked over to the couch to sit. I was the only one still on the floor.

After a comfortable silence I decided to speak. "So, what do we do now guys? I mean we hardly know you guys and I don't trust people that easily, but seeing that we witnessed a murder together I say we're all pretty tight." I laid out on the floor to look at the ceiling.

I remember I used to do this at home when I felt lonely.

Do you feel lonely now Anna?

I'm always gonna be lonely, but I'm not right now. I have people. I have, dare I say, friends.i have people that somewhat care for me in some type of way. I haven't had this in years. Literally years. And I really don't wanna screw it up.

I can't screw this up...