He looks at me funny..

Chapter 16- Satan's gift that sits on my kitchen table

When I holed myself into my room all weekend my mom was really frustrated needless to say. She thought and still thinks I'm angry with her outburst, but the truth is something else happened. Something that made me forget all about the crazy screeching woman I live with. Sunday night had rolled around and avoiding all areas where my mom was occupying is a little hard seeing as she is always moving around. So there I was laying on my bed watching footloose.

Now a lot of people think that the new footloose is crappy ass, but here's the thing Kevin Bacon's Ren was a wimp. Clear and simple. The latest Ren has a lot more character to him and I think a character like Ren Mcormick has a lot of spunk to him. Anyway while I was ogling at the small screen of my computer I was also mentally listening to the door because I knew that it wouldn't be too long before my parents were due to leave to dinner with their friends. The main reason I didn't go with them is because their friends' son is creepy to say the least. Whenever I've been to a dinner with that family all their son does is stare at me and then when I look at him because I've noticed his shameless ogling he splutters and looks away. So it wasn't a hard decision when I was given the choice to skip the awkward meeting.

Once my dad shouted out his farewell, slammed the door and reversed out of the driveway, I decided that now would be the perfect time to get food. I thumped down the stairs into the kitchen or as I like to call it food heaven. I grabbed a pack of popcorn and pushed it into the microwave. I have this burning hatred for my microwave. So whenever my microwave finished doing its thing, it beeps like hells burning its insides. And this beeping is what puts the fear of God in my heart. So this is why when my popcorn was popping I was super hyper aware of the silence in my home that was about to be disrupted by the gift from satan sitting on my kitchen counter.

Using my super ninja abilities I pressed the stop button right at one second left My eyes swiftly shifted to a dark shape that was outside our kitchen window. The blur had suddenly started moving again towards my front door. I opened my mouth to scream and I knew it would be a ground spitting shriek, but no noise came out because my heart was lodged in my throat. I could hear it.. no I could feel it pounding violently in my neck. My breathing started fluctuating. There was a person who could possibly come into my house and do absolutely anything.

An ounce of alertness raced to my head making me realise that I needed to bolt my front door and all the doors of my house and my windows. I don't remember running and slamming into the door, but the throbbing on my shoulder was proof. Shaking, my hands try to lock the doors and windows. It was hard to manoeuvre the small chains and levers, but somehow I did it. I raced back to the front door just to see an envelope slide under the door. My breath caught in my mouth. Who could be psychotic enough to sneak around my house just to give me a letter? Wait how did this person know I was alone.. Unless he/she was watching me. The thought of being watched sent a fiery chill riveting through my body. How long had I been watched and did I even notice?

I forced my feet to take the smallest steps because I knew that it was all I could manage right now. I slowly padded across the wooden floor, coming to a halt in front of a pale white envelope as big as a textbook. The front was blank giving no indication as to what lay inside it. Shakily, I bent down to pick it up. In my mind it seemed to weigh tonnes, holding the answer to all this madness and pandemonium. To me it seemed that this one envelope was concealing the power to make me forget the terror that was pulsing through my body or to vanquish the pounding headache in my head that seemed to have popped up alongside my fear.

My hands grappled for the white message bringer, but as soon as my trembling hand was a hair's length from the envelope the bell rang. It's shrill chime echoed all around the house or perhaps that was my scream of pure surprise and terror. Was the intruder seriously trying to get into my house? I could feel my ribs beginning to hurt from the constant pounding of my heart. At this current moment the only thing keeping the man or woman away from me was a slab of worn out wood and some rusty metallic contraptions. That sent another painful pang of dread through me. My body had begun to ache, perhaps it was from the lack of sleep or food or maybe it was just me going through too much. My eyes began to cloud and dark spots seemed to hang over them. The adrenaline being pumped through my body sourcing from my utter trepidation seemed to have been used up. My limbs began to weaken as I felt myself going limp. I knew I needed to snap out of it and go call the police, but my exhaustion and shock wouldn't allow it. So I clamped my eyes closed and felt myself fall. If he/she was still outside they would have to wait for my attention.

"Riley!" Someone screamed out. The sound was so fuzzy and it felt like I was underwater. Feeling was beginning to return back to my body. Slowly and one by one I could feel sensations rise up my body starting from my legs and then up to my head. I winced as my head ached uncomfortably, it felt like I had bumped it but I couldn't remember how. Someone once again said my name whilst jostling my frame, only making the pains worse. Gasping for air, I opened my eyes only to have a bright light shoved into them. I groaned and blinked once more hoping to adjust to the blinding lights that surrounded me. I tried once more to pry open my eyeballs and this time I was successful. My mom's face was the first thing I saw and the first thing I felt was her hugging me tighter than any anaconda would kill its prey. Confused, I lifted myself up onto my elbows. I was on the floor lying next to a huge white envelope. That's when everything came flooding back to me. "Riley what happened?" My mom worriedly questioned. I had a lot of explaining to do, but whatever was in the envelope needed to stay. After all there had to be a reason as to why I was given the package when I was alone at home.