Nicole Hunter
"What the hell, Nicole!" Terry's voice snapped me back to reality.
My head jerks towards the stovetop, where the kettle was hissing, steam rising from its spout.
Yanking it off the burner, the sharpness of his movements matched his frustration.
"You didn't hear it?" His words cut through the space between us, thick with annoyance.
"Sorry," I mumble, pushing myself up from the table. I shuffle over to the counter where he'd just been standing, avoiding his eyes.
"Yeah, whatever," he mutters. "Look, I don't want you here, and I'm pretty sure you don't want to be here either. So just stay out of my way, and I'll do the same." His voice is laced with disgust, a reminder of just how little he wants me around.
"Move!" Terry barked, irritation heavy in the air. I quickly stepped aside, taking a seat at the kitchen table.
My eyes tracked his every move as he filled two mugs with water, the soft sound of the kettle almost too loud in the silence. He prepared the tea with careful precision, his movements almost robotic.
Putting my cup in front of me,' Thanks,' I mumbled, the words hollow like they didn't quite fit the space between us.
"Once this is done, you can leave," he said flatly, his voice cutting through the space like a blade.
"Don't worry, I won't be sticking around," I shot back, feeling the weight of his anger. After all, he was the one who'd dragged me here in the first place.
"I could just leave if that's what you want," I suggested, testing the waters.
The air between us grew thick with silence, broken only by the violent storm battering the house, the sound of branches scraping against the window.
"Shouldn't you check on that?" I asked, nodding toward the window.
"Yeah, I know," Terry mumbled, rolling his eyes. His voice was thick with annoyance as he stood up, walking toward the window. He tugged at it, but it wouldn't budge—locked..
He muttered something under his breath.
"It's secure for now," he said, checking all the windows in the kitchen. "You can check the ones upstairs."
I pushed back from the table and made my way down the hallway and up the stairs. Room by room, I checked the windows. The one room I hesitated at was Terry's—he was already on edge.
I approached the guest room on the other side of the house, checking the window there. It was locked. As I moved back through the hallway, I heard him downstairs, moving around.
I called his name, but there was no answer. I tried again. Silence.
The thunder crashed again, louder this time, shaking the walls. I hesitated for a moment, but the storm outside left me no choice. I took a breath and stepped into his bedroom.
It was big—nothing special. Clothes were tossed over a chair, and the muted news played on the TV, the static buzz blending with the storm's fury outside. The floor creaked beneath my feet, each step unsettling in the room's quiet.
YOU ARE READING
Jukai
Fiksi Penggemarthere was a woman named Nicole who after losing everything she loved set out to take her own life deep in the woods. 𝖳𝖾𝗋𝗋𝗒 𝖱𝗂𝖼𝗁𝗆𝗈𝗇𝖽 was on his way home from his father's farm, getting ready for the storm which was a Category 4 storm tha...
