Clandestine | 18+

21~First Kill

Renegade-Aaryn Shah
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Revenge is sweet, like blood.
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The sound of running water and me humming to its melody was the only thing filling my head. I was smiling. Happy. I was here with both of my friends, Evelyn and Olivia.

Evelyn was 16, a year older than me. Sure, she sometimes could be mean, but that was her personality. She came beside me, a smile in her middle sized lips. Her brown eyes shined under the low sensual light we had set for this girl's girl's night, red. I spotted the freckles on her pink cheeks as her smile only got wider.

I kept cleaning the dishes as I rolled my eyes.

"What?" She questioned me, her ginger hair seeming brown in the red light, her hair messy from the pillow fight she and Olivia had moments ago.

"You always have that look on your face when you plan something." I side eyed her, but she only scoffed at my observation.

"I for certain do not." She half raised her right hand and placed her left hand over her heart.

"You do!" Olivia yelled to confirm my theory. I raised my eyebrow and tilted my head right as if to say I told you so.

"Oh, you with your fucking expressions." She moved her hand in the air as if trying to find words. My stomach dropped at the sentence, as it almost always does but I didn't show it. It was me being sensitive when that was her character.

I gasped and raised my hand which was covered with foam from cleaning the dishes and placed it on her shirt.

She took my hand away immediately, and threw her eyes at me. Silence. She was never silent.

Olivia came closer, standing beside her closest friend.

Suddenly the white marbled kitchen with black lines on the modern ice white counter didn't seem to shine, nor did the plate in her hand who in a swift motion of Evelyn fell out of her hands, breaking on the floor.

I glared at the broken pieces, and I scoffed at both of them.

"It won't be me who'll be cleaning up this mess." I declared to both of them and they didn't react. Olivia's golden hair seemed dim in the light too, as if the energy of this room had drained every color from her brown eyes and thin lips, even her tan skin seemed to pale.

Olivia was only three months older than me, but seemed so much younger.

"What the fuck is happening? Both of you are creeping me out. Talk." I said finally turning my head, scanning the house.

The big hallway with led lights above which followed the entire house seemed to look more interesting than their eyes. Forward, in the sitting area, a big, caramel looking couch stood, a cinematic tv in front of it. On its right, the kitchen who was not a separate room was where I was standing.

Normally, its light would be bright, helping the guests cook freely. But we wanted that feeling, sensual, so we turned the led red.

"We have talked enough to you." Evelyn smiled, one who showed all teeth but seemed wicked. I flinched at the tone.

Olivia nodded in agreement.

"You're only a rich, dumb bitch who doesn't see who she brings close to herself." Evelyn continued, walking small steps towards me. I didn't move backwards, just continued washing the dishes, knowing that she always had these moments.

I fucking tolerated her every day. One more didn't cause any harm.

But she stepped beside me, so close, I could smell the perfume I handed her an hour ago. She came so close that she took the plate from my hands and threw it.