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CHAPTER IV | TroubleIn Paradise
Y'know they say Karma sees everything and then comes back to bite you in the ass. Well, even though painfully, I've discovered the saying to be accurate. Absolutely accurate.
My brain had been in puzzles, for the last day. Ryan hadn't done anything about my prank, and that worried me. Ryan Smith was an impulsive boy. If he were to trip me on the podium at graduation, I wouldn't be surprised.
The day Ryan had me drenched at the doorstep of my class, was the day since I had expected Ryan to return my pranks with one of his own. When that did not happen with the best of my pranks that ruined Ryan's popular image in Lakeville High, it worried me.
But, Ryan Smith could never not back off with what I had done to his image. This I had to learn the hard and painful way.
Several jolts of fear and adrenaline and something close to hatred went through my body today itself. The fear I was experiencing had already beaten all the happiness and pride I had felt bringing shame to Ryan Smith.
The first jolt of hatred ran up my spine when I saw the red truck parked in the driveway of my house. The truck was parked neatly though reeking of alcohol. Sometimes it becomes hard to believe when old things change so much, you stop recognizing them. This red truck had been the same one that had never carried alcohol within itself. Alcohol was bound to be thrown out the window of this truck as soon as some was discovered. That was six years before. Long gone was that tradition I loved.
The second jolt of fear went up my spine when I heard, "Hello Darling," in the sickly sweet voice I had come to hate. Retracting my steps behind, my bookbag still slung over my shoulder, I stumbled upon my own feet but thankfully, God didn't hate me so I balanced myself.
The third jolt of fear ran down my spine along with chills when he said: "Long time love. Aren't you going to come inside my home? I mean our house?"
Oh, so this was one of those days.
A gulp ran down my neck when his sickly sweet words dripped with nothing but venom. He had the same trait of eyes I carried, the same nose I had. My mother said, I was a splitting image of my father-the worst thing was that, my mother never lied.
The man standing before me had a blonde mop of hair, was brown eyed and might I add had become vicious.
If I were to tell my life before and after, my words would be unbelievable. Six years ago, my life practically revolved around happiness. I had a father that would call me princess and sing me to sleep or sit awake late nights only because I had a nightmare. I also had a mother that would do the same.
