First Love (David & Liza)

Chapter 49, part 2

"Hello, Liza!" The sound of a second voice makes me look up to see how the smaller figure comes out of the darkness behind the bigger one.

The tone and the squeakiness in it seems strangely familiar to me, definitely belonging to a female. For a moment my brain struggles to find a memory of hearing it somewhere and after miserably failing, I realize that I definitely don't know the girl standing in front of me. But the next part of the realization is what scares me the most. I may not know who she is, but she knows who I am.

The two strangers are now both standing side by side on my doorway, still hiding their faces under the hoods of their black sweatshirts. The thought of the iconic villain "A" from one of my favorite shows Pretty Little Liars comes to my mind as I stupidly stare at them. I suddenly feel strangely related with those four girls - the threatening texts, the weird stuff happening to me. Hell, they're even dressed in those black hoodies. My utterly scared and confused facial expression is clearly annoying the girl, because she makes a couple of steps forward, entering my house and standing in front of the other person.

"Get in, C. J! This is going to take a while." She says with a hand gesture and the guy also walks in, closing the door behind him. "Oh, stand up, Liza! You look even more pathetic than you usually are." It's like her voice has some unnatural power over me, because my flaccid legs slowly start lifting my body up from the floor. "We need to talk." The girl spits out, her freezing cold voice cutting through the silence, entering my ears and frightening me even more than I already am.

What can a random girl, a complete stranger would want to talk to me about? And why does she needs a bodyguard? I didn't know that I look like I'm going to attack and beat her up.

I've actually read somewhere that there are five types of fear:

1. Terror                                    

2. Panic

3. 14 missed calls from your mother

4. Username / password is incorrect

5. We need to talk

If there's even a miniature part of this chart that's true, then I'm in some serious trouble right now. But my stupefied brain obviously refuse to comprehend the situation, so I jusgt continue to stare at them for a few more seconds. Or minutes, I'm not quite sure.

"Ummm..." Seriously?! I've always thought of myself as an intelligent and well educated person, who can easily juggle with words and can express herself. And here's my proof that apparently I'm not as good as I thought, especially in stressful situations like this one. "Do... do I know you?" I finally manage to srutter.

I totally wasn't prepared for the thing that followed after my question. A loud, bold, but in the same time cruel and mocking laughter fills up the whole room. When the girl throws her head back to laugh at my frustration, the black hood slides off her head, causing her long shiny, fiery red hair to fall down freely on her back. At this point my eyes are desperately begging me to come out of their eye sockets, hide in a secret place and to never come out again, just like my jaw which is rolling down somewhere on the floor.

"You?" The whisper comes out of my throat sharply, like a quick, painful exhale. She immediately looks at me with those deep blue eyes, the smile on her lips slowly fading.

"Who did you expect? Santa? The Tooth Fairy? A Disney princess? Ugh, I didn't know you're actually so dumb not to figure it out already." She sighs, shaking her head disappointingly. "I can't see why my sister thinks you're some kind of a threat when you're clearly not even close to being called that."

"Your s... sister?" I continue with the ridiculous stutter, causing the wicked smile to return on her face. There's got to be something I've missed along the way, because I feel even more frustrated than before. "You're not...?" The words are suddenly stuck in the middle of my throat and the rest of them simply disappear from my mind.