Shattered glass on the floor and a woman staring directly at me.
Those eyes have given me shivers for the past 18 years of my life, and will continue to do so. Though I'll say I was safe back then, safe for a bit. But now, only God knows what will happen to me.
At that moment, it was like a ticking bomb, she was a ticking bomb.
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And so the bomb bursts.
"You did what?" Her eyes were wide open, her fingers twitched. It was like watching doomsday right in front of me.
I stepped back as she stepped forward, bracing my arms in front of me like a weak shield. Her whole body was radiating with flames, glowing and sparkling like repeated fireworks.
"Please...we can talk it out.." My palms automatically clasps together, raising it to my chest.
I blinked once, I saw a metal spatula in her hand. I blinked again, she teleported a few feet forward. Blinking was always bad luck in these situations I say.
"YOU WANT TO TALK IT OUT? SON OF A BITCH," Her spatula raised in unison of my praying hands.
Then she ran, then I ran.
Currently, it is 2 pm on a day with clear blue sky. I would enjoy it if I wasn't beaten and received a red hand mark on my cheek and a bump on my head.
"So all that hard work...for nothing?" She faces the wooden floor, cupping her hands together.
I stay silent. She knew all she had to know, nothing I would say would comfort her.
She finally faces me, her eyes in disbelief but still a hint of glare.
"What did you even do to get yourself expelled in the first two weeks?"
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Devil's Contract
FantasyMake-out with a hot stranger in a party then getting caught up in a cult, all on the same day. What else could go wrong? Everything. Madison sleeps in with the stranger only to wake up in a random place and witness a demon telling her she got cursed...
