100 Days [Part 1&2]

Chapter 14

Chapter 14~

Polly tensed up as soon as the lights went out. It was like one of those horror movies where the monsters grabbed their victims one by one and kill them. Except in this particular story, all of us die together because I was very sure Lance would have brough back up with him if anything went wrong. Lance was smarter than he look, obviously. 

"If you don't want your precious friend here to get hurt, don't struggle and we'll just kill you and your two boys over there." Lance appeared at the porch, something shiny was in his hand. If I was fast enough, I could drag Polly in and slam the door in his face. Without hesitating, I grabbed Polly by her arm and yanked her, slamming the door behind her. 

"I'm scared, what's going on?" at times like this I wished Polly was braver and not so girly. I even regretted not teaching her a few moves, at least that way she could defend herself long enough before help comes. In the dark, I could make out their faces and Polly's were drenched in tears. The tears was making her hair stick to her face. 

The door squeaked open and Lance was standing there, a sly grin on his face as he slowly took his time to walk over to the spot in front of me. He stood there, looking at me, while brushing his hand over my cheeks and played with my hair a bit. Polly was beside me, I could hear her shaky breath. 

"Let Polly go, she doesn't need this." it was true, Polly shouldn't get involved. Can't Lance see how terrified she was? Wasn't that enough? But Lance shook his head and looked at Polly while brushing the knife over her soft cheeks. Her eyes closed as she whimpered. 

"I decided I won't kill all of you tonight. Well, not in front of this beautiful lady." even in the dark I could see him wink at Polly. Everyone thought he was just going to leave like that, but I knew better. "Here's your little gift, Polly." he smiled wickedly. Everything happened so fast, the next thing I knew, Polly was on the ground crying and bleeding. Her arm had a small cut, blood gushing out. Like mine a few nights ago. 

"Goodbye, dearest cousin." he threw the knife at Will but just in the right time, he dodged it and ran after Lance. Jeff rushed to get the first aid kit while I was next to Polly trying to stop the blood by pressing both my hands over her wound. Hoping that it would help till Jeff gets back. 

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 Polly hadn't spoken a word while Will worked on the bandages like he did on mine a few days ago. She kept her head down and even when I couldn't look at her face, I could tell she was crying because her hands kept shaking. I wasn't even sure if she wanted to know what happened. Jeff just sat next to me watching Polly curiously. 

"So..." that was the first thing she spoke, the rest of us must have been surprised because she was talking, her voice calmed. But her eyes betrayed her, fear was in her eyes. 

"If you're scared, you can just say." Jeff narrowed his eyes at her. So it wasn't just me who saw her fear. Will packed up the bandages into the kit and tossed them on the other chair. 

"Why did you come here without permission?" Will's voice was filled with anger. "If you didn't come, you wouldn't have gotten hurt. Couldn't you just called Flower or something?!" I knew I had to stand up for her but I just couldn't find my voice at that moment. Jeff had looked away, Will was angry, Polly was scared and trembling, I was angry myself but I just couldn't bring myself to take it all out on Polly. Even if she was the reason why Lance had gotten away. She could have gotten herself killed if I made any moves. 

"Stop it, Will. It isn't her fault." no, it was. But she was my best friend and I couldn't bring myself to say it. Will looked at me as if I was crazy. He rubbed his temples as he sat down on my left. 

"No Fleur, it is mine. And I'll just go now, I don't want to get involved. See you in school." she said as she slowly picked up herself and moved to the front door. I heard the door clicked and that's when I heaved a loud sigh. Both of the boys turned to me with the exact same thoughts I had. 

Polly is involved now. There was no way she could escape Lance from finding her and killing her, so she would shut up. What if she went to the police? None of them would believe her. What if she told Ken? Or worse, what if someone saw her wound and asked her and she told them? There was no way Polly could hide that wound from anyone, it was plain as day. 

But I didn't want to think about it now, there wasn't any point. Even if I chased after Polly right there, I couldn't catch up because she would be long gone by then. 

"We'll tell her tomorrow." with that, Will got up and left the room. Jeff had fallen asleep because I could hear little snores coming from him. But why did I had a feeling Lance wanted to kill me for another different reason? Had I ever made someone so angry they wanted to kill me? Or had I ever gotten into an accident, crashing someone else's car with my motorcycle? No. There wasn't. 

Polly coming here at the same time Lance strike? Too coincidental. Lance must have stalked us at one point, because the lights going out at the same time Polly entered? Yeah, too coincidental. 

As I lay down on my bed in the darkness, I was surprised I wasn't scared like I was used to be. Maybe it was because of the so many thoughts in my head. I almost got killed twice. I hate Lance, I hate him. My life was supposed to be boring and normal, not an action movie coming to life. 

There was a knock on the door and Will's voice from the other side of the door. "Flower, you awake?" 

"Come in." I said. The door knob turned and Will stepped into the room. He didn't turn on the lights like I expected him to, instead he just sat at the edge of my bed, not looking at me. Minutes gone by as he sat there not moving, not talking. "What did you want?" I finally asked, snapping him out of his little trance.

"Do you want Polly to get involved?" 

"I don't know, Will. She said she doesn't want to. But my inner voice screams that I should." 

"I think your inner voice is right." 

"Maybe." 

"Goodnight, Fleur." it took a minute for me to processed what I heard. He said my name, for once!

"What?" he laughed at my expression. 

"You said my name." 

"Uh huh, goodnight Flower." then the annoying Will was back. He stood up and walked out of the room, no saying anything else. Did I expected him to say something? No, it was probably just my inner voice.