Chapter 8
"OH MY GOD!"
I stood up, literally throwing my laptop across the room, (not on purpose of course) I was scared to death. Shaking, and cursing, and screaming. My head hurt so bad, it felt like a volcano erupting. I started to hyperventilate, so I ran upstairs, and puked in the toilet. I was so afraid, my head was spinning, I couldn't calm down then every thing went black.
"Kyle! Kyle wake up! Kyle please your scaring me, please wake up!"
I was being shaken awake to the sound of a familiar voice, I opened my eyes' I saw spots of light and a shadow of a person.
"Kyle? Kyle are you waking up?"
"Who... what?"
"Kyle? Oh my gosh are you alright? You must have fainted! What happened?"
My eyes adjusted to the light and saw who the shadow was.... Mila.
I scooted back till I was up against the wall, I looked for something to protect myself, but Mila took my hands and held them down. I was sure I was going to die.
"Hey, hey. Your ok. Your safe. Your home."
"Please don't kill me."
I mumbled, but it was no use, I knew I was dead meat.
"What? Kill you? You must have hit your head really hard."
I braced my self for my painful death....... then nothing happened.
"Kyle were gonna get you to your room and call your parents."
I opened my eyes and saw Mila's beautiful face. She looked terrified. She helped me up and got me to my bed. Then ran down stairs and ran back up with my phone. When I turned my head, I noticed the time. It was 5:00.
"Hello? Is this Kyle's mother?"
"Yes. Who is this?"
"Oh, I'm Kyle's friend Mila. He went home from school early today, and I thought I would run by to see how he was doing, the door was unlocked so I walked in and I found him passed out on the floor. He woke up and I took him to his room and then called you. It looks like he threw up."
"OH MY GOSH! Is he ok? can I speak to him?"
"Kyle, are you well enough to talk to your mom?"
I just stared into her eyes. I don't know what was happening, but I took the phone and her my mom on the other end freaking out.
"KYLE HONEY ARE YOU OK? Your father and I are on our way right now! Don't worry everything will be alright! How are you feeling?"
"I'm ok mom. Did you know vampires are real? Werewolfs' too."
"What? Kyle honey, give Mila the phone dear."
I gave Mila the phone and she looked so puzzled. With a "what the hell" face.
"Mila, can you please stay with Kyle till we get there? Please?"
"Of course."
"Great, help yourself to anything in the fridge, turn the alarm on, lock the door, use the downstairs bathroom, and don't leave the house please!"
"Of course, don't worry, he is in good hands. I promise. Alright now. Only go the speed limit and be careful. He will be fine. Good bye."
"Ok good bye, tell Kyle I said good bye."
"Alright good bye."
And hung up. She looked at me and told me to stay here. Then ran out the room and locked the door and turned the alarm on. I heard it. All I did was stare. Then my brain picked up, the monster was in the house with me. I had to get out. There weren't any windows only the one door. I got up as fast as I could, but as soon as I got out of the room, here comes the monster.
"Kyle what are you doing?"
"You stay away! Monster! Monster!"
"Kyle what are you talking about?"
"I heard you and Allison in the bathroom after you saw that news story, you killed him didn't you! Monster!"
"Kyle calm down, what you heard was me and Allie doing a scene from a play were doing in theater. Why were you listening anyway?"
"Oh, a scene? Like, a play?"
"Yes! Is that what this was all about?"
"No I was really sick."
I saw her face, she was not convinced.
"Yeah I'm sorry, I just got so worked up. Your my only friend and I followed you because I was worried you flipped out when you saw the news story and I was so worried. I'm so sorry."
I bursted into tears and Mila came an embraced me in a hug. We went back to my room and laid on my bed together.
My parents came home shortly after and asked if I needed a doctor. I said no and every thing worked out. Mila went home and I got to sleep early. It had been a stressful day. And I was ready for the next day.
