Shattered Screams

Chapter eight

"You did what?!" Savannah's high pitch screech echoed through the phone's speaker . Makenna lifted it away from her face and grimaced , digging her pinkie in her ear to attempt to get the ringing to stop. It was a mistake on her part for calling her best friend , but who else could she vent too? After finishing her volunteering at the shelter , she just wanted to rush home and talk to. But , of course , Savannah didn't seem very pleased by the events of her day. That much was clear. "Any louder and you'll bust my ear drum ," She replied . Makenna knew one day she'd have to invest in good quality hearing aids, especially with the chance of going deaf was gradually increasing with having a banshee of a friend. Savannah took a deep breath and released it slowly . She cursed quietly on the other side of the line . "People are going to think you're a bitch , you know? I mean , what 20 something goes around trying to rip a kid's jaw off." Makenna walked towards the kitchen counter and grabbed a mug from the top cabinet . "Technically , she's not a kid. She looked around 17 or 18." She sat it on the tray of the Keurig and spun the rack around, looking through the various flavors. " And I didn't try to rip her jaw off." I could if I wanted too , though. She grabbed a medium roast k-cup and dropped it in the slot , closing the top and filling the tank with water , she pressed the brew button. "I wasn't going to hurt her." Savannah snorted . "You call digging your nails so hard into someone's skin and drawing blood, not hurting them?"

Grabbing the mug of steaming , hot coffee , Makenna slid into the chair at the kitchen table . "Okay , so , I might have hurt her a little." Vanna groaned . "A little? Pookie , you left marks on her face where your nails had literally pierced through the skin. Talia said that it looked as if you were attempting to dislocate the girl's bottom jaw." Makenna clicked her tongue . "Talia needs to keep her mouth shut . Don't believe everything that whore tells you , Vanna. That woman has never ---in her entire life-- ever told the truth , the only things she knows how to do is spread her legs and tell lies ." She could picture her best friend rolling her eyes and punching her fluffy , polka dotted cyan and pink bed pillows in frustration . "I admit I may have hurt her a bit , but nothing worse than a few nicks on that flawless white skin of hers." Makenna lifted the mug to her lips and took sips of the warm , brown liquid. "I understand that you don't like it when people call you names cause of your eyes —-" She sat the mug on the table , tapping her nails against it . "That didn't bother me."

Vanna sighed, "Then, why did you get angry, if not because of something she had said?" Maybe because the pesky little twig annoyed me. . "I don't know ," She answered after seconds of silence. Of course , she couldn't tell her best friend that she indeed had every intention to hurt the girl. No , definitely couldn't , she'd think that Makenna had gone mad. "Are you sure that you truly don't know the reason? ," Savannah pressed , not buying the nonsense that came from Makenna. "I've known you for a very long time , Kenna. You wouldn't get angry out of the blue for no reason. It's not like you. So , why?" Makenna shifted in the chair. Tilting her head back , she stared up at the ceiling and pondered the question. Why? "Could it be..... you were perhaps jealous? ," Savannah suggested. Jealous? What reason would I have to be jealous? She took another sip from the mug. "Why would I be jealous? ," she replied. The sound of shuffling and a deep voice could be heard from the other end of the line. "Is someone there with you? ," She questioned her best friend. "No—" Vanna didn't get to finish as a familiar Irish accented voice slipped through the speaker , "It's been a long time since I heard your voice , Wren?" The sound of ceramic smashing on the floor was the only sound that could be heard within the kitchen as Makenna sat cemented in her seta , unable to move , phone slowly slipping from her grasp. No way , it can't be who I think it is. "I went to see you at work , but unfortunately , I got there after you had already left. Luckily , I ran into this lovely friend of yours on the way out." Vanna mumbled something in the background , but Makenna couldn't make out anything she said. She was too focused on the voice she hadn't heard since she was a child , a voice that sent her body in full panic mode. "You should of waited for Ms. Westlake . She did drive all the way there to get you." He sighed. "To walk all the way home alone , that's not safe. Especially----from what I've been told—with how deadly this town has become."