Frenemies ✔

Chapter 15

I saw him, staring at me through my bedroom window. I sat on my bed, unmoving. I was frozen with fear. My body kept screaming at me to move and run away, but I felt glued to the bed. Robbie managed to prop open my window and slip into my bedroom. He towered over me.

"Hello, Ava," I heard him say menacingly. "Long time, no see."

He made his way toward me, holding something behind his back.

"What do you want from me?" I uttered, my voice cracking.

"Nothing," Robbie replied, shaking his head. "I don't want anything. Not from you."

I swallowed hard. "Then, what are you doing in my room?"

His lips curled into a sinister grin. "I came to finish what I started, stupid."

"Finish? Finish what? What the heck are you talking about?" I inquired fearfully.

He carefully drew out a knife from behind his back. The knife was a huge blade, probably a foot long. Long and sharp. Very sharp. Robbie gently brushed his fingers against the sharp utensil. He then chuckled.

"Haven't you guessed, sweetie? You're my business."

"No! Leave me alone!" I yelled at him. "Please, leave me alone!"

Too late. He lunged at me, making me fall over.

"No, get off me!" I screamed.

He had me pinned to the bed real good. "Don't worry. After this is over with, I won't bother your family again."

I saw him take the blade and raise it up high above his head.

"No! Are you freaking crazy?! Please! Leave me alone!"

"Ava, that's pathetic. Really. I've seen Hollywood actors do so much better than you," he joked.

Sick joke. Robbie brought the knife down to my chest.

I was waiting for the sharp-shooting pain to enter my body.

"No!" I screamed. I sat up immediately in my bed, screaming and crying. "Leave me alone!"

I was gasping for air, not to mention I was sweating profusely. I looked around my room. Everything was back to normal. My windows were sealed shut. I had no knife wounds at all. I pressed both hands against my head, panting.

"Just a dream," I muttered. "It was all a dream."

I'd been having this nightmare for the past few days now and I hated it with a fiery passion. I was always waking up Mom, and probably the rest of Crestwood. Grandma, on the other hand, she seemed to sleep right through my blood-curdling screams. I'm glad, though. A person her age can only handle so much fear.

Mom must've heard me scream because she came barging through my bedroom door, making me shriek. She was in her nightshirt and her hair looked like a hot mess.

"Oh, Mom, it's you."

"Honey, what it is? Are you okay? What happened?"

"Yeah, Mom, I'm fine. I just had a dream. That's all," I assured her.

Yeah, an awful one, I thought glumly.

She sighed. "Ava, this is the fifth time I've come in here to check on you. We've been through this same nightmare over and over again and I...I don't think I can take much more of any screaming. I don't even think that's normal."

"Third time," I corrected. Not that it would make it any better, of course. "Mom, it's nothing more than a nightmare, honestly. Don't worry about me."