Friday
I feel like something terrible is about to happen, but I don't know if it's intuition or just anxiety.
Saturday
Something strange is going on. Mr. Ian is running up and down the hallway, yelling about fights and money. I don't know what's happening.
Sunday
Acorn hisses every time Mr. Ian yells or bashes his saucepans together. I wish I knew what he was talking about.
Monday
Lana calls to make sure we're still on for girl's night on Wednesday.
I fiddle with my pink phone cord and move my leg away from where Acorn is trying to claw it.
"I'll come over and do your makeup and stuff again!" She promises before hanging up. Her voice sounded hurried like she was in a rush.
Tuesday
I've had enough of Mr. Ian.
"What are you talking about?" I yell at him when he bashes a saucepan on my front door—I'm very protective over my door.
"The fight!" He tells back.
"What fight?" I unlock my door and he blinks at me, still only wearing boxers.
"Are you stupid, woman?" He hisses.
"No?"
"Wait here." He belches loudly and limps away.
When he returns, he's holding a flyer.
"What's this?" I ask when he hands it to me.
"There's this tournament and whoever knocks out this dude gets a hundred grand and get this," he leans in close.
He smells like onions.
"There's a rumor that there's gonna be a greater tournament later on where if you kill this same dude, you get a million dollars!" He whoops.
Um.
I can't stop staring at the flyer.
It has a picture of a man screaming, blood streaming all over him.
Why does he look like Hades?
"Who is he?" I point at the man and Mr Ian shrugs.
"Don't know, don't care, but reckon I can win against him?" He asks, eyes lighting up in excitement.
Mr. Ian is old, he may not be super old, but he's still old.
I could beat him in a fight.
"I don't know," I say and he snatches the flyer out of my hands.
Something terrible is definitely going on.
*
Wednesday 6:45pm
"Are you okay?" I ask Lana as she paints on my red lipstick.
"Yes!" She says quickly. "I'm fine, everything is fine! We're going with an all-black theme of dress tonight, I can't wait for you to see your design! I got it specially made...oh and there's going to be all four of us tonight!"
"Specially made?" I ask, eyes wide.
"Yes!" She laughs. "And don't say anything about not wearing it or not accepting it, gift-giving is still my love language."
"But I feel guilty—"
"I'm a billionaire," She says bluntly. "Don't feel guilty."
A billionaire?
I wonder how she acquired all that money...
"Anyway, here is your dress!" She holds it out to me.
It looks almost identical to hers, short and black and satin.
YOU ARE READING
The Lonely Hearts Club
RomanceHaunted by memories of her past, Bree has hidden herself away from society. Plagued with horrifying nightmares both in sleep and reality-she cannot do it anymore. Hades, a ruthless fighter and charming security guard is instructed to look after her...
