Alice

Part 3

“Oh my gosh, I-I’m so sorry,” I said, afraid what might happen next.

    “My child, accidents happen,” the deep male voice said. I felt him grab my wrist and yanking me up. My feet weren’t even touching the ground. He was just dangling me in the air.

“Open your eyes,” he demanded, in a soft tone. I quickly did what I was told.

The guy was young. He looked around the same age as Drake. His pale skin color was the same like Drake. He had short red hair that was held in a ponytail and light blue eyes. He just reminds me of Drake… A lot.

“I’m-I’m really sorry,” I whispered. He looked at me up and down, examining me as if he was just to figure out what to do with me.

“It’s fine. Really,” he told me. He set me down and started to wipe me off, as if I had dust on me. I felt quite uncomfortable.

“But-but I broke your vase,” I pointed out, looking at the shatter blue vase on the floor.

“It’s quite alright,” he said then stopped touching me. I didn’t find it okay though.

“I-I must pay you back. How much was it?” I questioned, pulling out my purple wallet from my back pocket. The guy raised his hand and shook his head.

“You’re money no good,” he leaned in closer and looked into my eyes with an evil look. “But in time, you will pay for it” His eyes sparkles a bit of red.

Not realizing what he just said, I blinked, shook my head then bowed.

“Thanks you sir. I must go now, bye” I replied, waving. I ran out of town and to the graveyard. Drake was already there, watching me as I enter.

“Hi Drake!” I shouted. I was going to use all the strength I had and just give him a hug but suddenly, he held his hand out to me, forcing me to stop. He took a quick sniff of me and turned his head away. I got a bit confuse.

“Damn, you reek!” he said with a disgusted face. My eyes started to burn. Does he not like the perfume I put on?

He grabbed my wrist, forcefully, and smelled me again. I turned my head away, shamefully.

“Ugh, who the hell did you come in contact with?” he asked. I sniffed.

“No-no one,” I lied, not knowing if I should tell him what happen. He used his hand to force me to look at him.

“You’re mouth lies. Your pulse says something else,” he narrowed his eyes at me. I sniffed some more and used my free hand to wipe the tears forming in my eyes.

Drake sighed and pulled me into hug. It caught me off guard.

“Hey Alice, don’t cry. Here, let’s get you some candy,” he told me. I nodded and let him hold my hand as we walked into town.

   ~*~

“Alice, my daughter, come here,” my father called from another room.

I put my doll on my bed.

“Yes father, I’m coming,” I informed him, hopping off my bed and walking into the living room.

“Alice, what the hell is this?” my father demanded, showing me a bowl of soup.

“It’s… the food you wanted Father,” I explained, remember to stand up tall, keeping my hands behind my back and not to stutter. If there’s anything my father hates the most, it’s my stuttering.

“I ask for soup and chicken,” he pointed out.

I nodded.

“You dumb twitch! How old are you again?”