Chapter 15
“NO! I want to keep him and name him Spunky!” I yell at the seven year old.
She looked at me as if I grew a third head….why do I even have two heads at the moment you might ask? Well that’s simple, because the dragon lady tried to kill me and I drank the poison to make me immune, apparently the side affect was a second head.
“NO! He shall be mine! And I shall name him fluffy! And we shall live happily without you.” the little brat yelled back.
We were fighting over a cute little puppy. I found it walking all lonesome on the street and she claimed it hers. She then admitted it wasn’t hers but she says she found it first. Stupid brat.
“FLUFFY!? That’s a bitches name first of all. And secondly how about you shall walk back to where you came from, and say hi to the devil while you’re there. Then I, as in ME, shall show this puppy, who shall be named SPUNKY, how to live a TRULY happy life!”
Suddenly I heard something heavy fall, causing me to jump out of my dream and awake.
I sit up and look around my room waiting for my eyes to adjust to the dark.
What. The. Hell. Was that noise? I wonder to myself.
To say that I was scared shitless at the moment would be an understatement.
I was home alone seeing as my dad still hasn’t returned or tried communicating.
I grab my cell from the night stand next to my bed and go out of my room. I creep towards the stairs on my tippy toes and start going down. Thank God I know this house and I know just the right spot on the stairs to step on without making noise.
As I reach the bottom I hear a glass break from the kitchen and some footsteps, someone else is walking in my house!
Swiftly, I go back to my room and send a quick text to Jenna saying to bring her cousin David (he’s going to be staying with them for a while since he burnt down his apartment.); I told her not to call the cops yet ‘cause it can be dad drunk or even John; John has snuck into my house before, but it was planned out.
She almost immediately replies saying she's on her way.
My heart is racing, I mean I feel like its going to beat out my chest anytime soon, as I hear the couch move; the douche must’ve bumped into it. I then hear him let out an annoyed grunt.
But what if it’s the couch close to the stairs?
I get up from my bed and go to the bathroom. I see myself in the mirror and almost scream as reality hit me.
SOMEONE IS IN MY FRIKKEN HOUSE!!!
Its hitting me. The fact that something terrible can happen.
A stranger is in my house. What if he’s going to rape me…or kill me? Oh my GOD!
I have to call the cops.
I realize I left the cell on my bed so I leave the bathroom but I freeze just as a silhouette enters the room…it’s definitely a male.
I wonder if he saw me…is it too late to go back in the bathroom and lock myself in?
Why cant I move? Oh my God JESSICA MOVE INTO THE BATHROOM! Make a fucking run for your LIFE!
As I’m internally yelling at myself and ordering myself to escape for safety my feet are rooted to the ground and the man walks towards me, leaving no doubt he saw me, and breathes heavily.
