Tara :Wolf Chronicles

Chapter 28: Monster Meeting :Part 1

Nate :

October 2011

A week had passed after the school had dismissed me over a letter "for the time being" so I could clear my head as the school did an "investigation" to prove that whatever came out of my lips was fake and I ,Natential Williams, was not in the right mind to think straight.

Like what the hell.

My back was pushed against the couch as my feet ,bare was pressed on the sides of it with my hands rested on my knees with my face blank and my eyes deep in thought.Everyday ,from time to time,I found myself just staring ,staring into nothingness.My eyes would be glued to the screen but in reality ,my mind was blank and fogged out or my gaze would go beyond the wide window ,beyond Toronto's beautiful skyline to the hell on earth that happened—to the cafeteria then the onset ,the beginning of this hell—when Thalia Ohininwaa had invited me into her horrid ,haunted house in the month of September—last freaking month.

Not even a year had passed but a month ,a stupid goddamn month.A strong urge to laugh almost slipped out ,bitter and sour and all wrapped in anger as my body convulsed with laughter as my fist clenched on my jeans tight.

It's all her fault.

I never should have befriended her ,I gnashed my teeth,I should have trusted my intuition and my instincts but I was blinded.

You're really a stupid fourteen-year-old.

You really are a little dick ,aren't yah.

I was pissed ,more than pissed.I was hurt and traumatised as my brain vividly remembers the tea I drank ,brass coloured with leaves to the stairs and it had a sharp metallic taste as it bobbed down my throat like acid. Then to the living weight and shadows of the Ohenewaa household.

Thalia had been gone for a week and yet ,her presence was still well known as it circulated on the web in various media platforms and talked on podcasts to news articles.I had no idea if this just happened in just our province and even I began to wonder if it gained momentum in other provinces or even went international.

If indeed so ,an odd feeling formed in my gut and it made my stomach ache just a teeny bit.

Dressed casually in a T shirt and pair of jeans as I relaxed,Nate style—tensed shoulders and thriving nightmares and jittery feeling.

Yes ,typical.

God ,this was about to become such a regular and normal things.Yes ,normal teens live their lives as if it was a slasher film.Constantly biting nails and losing valuable sleep.Typical.I wanted to pull my hair out and scream with bulged green eyes ,too wide and too overstimulated.I don't do drugs ,I am literally a goddamned minor.Now my life was freaking goddamned horror film,you can thank Scream and A Nightmare on Elm Street movie for that.

Now let me tear my hair off in peace.

My heart hammered harder in my chest and continued to wheeze because after that horror shit show I bolted out as his laughter,maniacal , diffused and vibrated into the depths of my mind after one stupid look at him then bolted like my pants were on fire.

I recalled after I poured my heart out to the cops who jotted down everything down with their faces ,hard and severe as they sat behind metal chairs with their crisp ,uniforms as they nodded in understanding or even mere politenes.My eyes wide and my body a bundle of nerves as I could hardly stop my heart from jackhammering in my ribs as I forced in a sharp breathe into my lungs and relaxed my tensed fingers.

But then I wondered if deep in their eyes looked glossy or eyes that went other directions or the impatient tap of their fingers on the desk to the loud tick of the empty ,grand library and to the tap of their shoes on the shiny hardwood floor.