"Ari, are you home?" downstairs, a voice called. I jumped out of my skin, but convinced myself to calm down. It's just Freya.
"I'm up here!" I called shakily, peeking out from under the covers. I heard thumping on the stairs and then my door opened, and a tired looking Freya walked in.
"I had the most mind blowing se- what are you doing?" Freya cut herself off, looking at me curiously. I shrunk away from her gaze.
"Hiding."
"From what?"
"Monsters."
Immediately, Freya rolled her eyes, the look of concern gone. "You aren't four, Ari, stop acting like it."
"If you get to act like a whore with your boyfriend, I'm allowed to act like a four year old," I snapped in an annoyed whisper.
Shock flashed on Freya's face, then anger. She stomped forward, ripping away my covers.
"You're going to Hell," she snarled. I flinched. God damnit, I always forgot about Freya's anger issues. I really pushed her buttons this time.
Bracing myself for the worst, I tried to back away but she grabbed my elbow roughly, pushing me down into the pillows. "And HOW exactly am I the whore here? You're the one who invited your boyfriend to a sleepover that started out as just you and your best friend. You're so slutty that you can't even wait for time alone with him! What'd you do, have a three way?" she scoffed, her face practically purple.
"Can you brush your teeth?" I asked calmly, although my insides were boiling with fear. Freya wasn't scared to hit me, which was something I knew for fact. "You're spitting in my face and your breath smells like shit."
Her eyes widened, almost in shock at my words, and she raised her hand, bringing it down to strike my cheek. I flinched, feeling the immediate sting.
"Stupid bitch," Freya hissed, stalking out of my room and slamming the door. I sat up shakily, clutching at the covers. It didn't even matter to me, what had just happened.
All I could think about was last night.
It couldn't have been a dream, could it?
I mean, how else would I have gotten into that position on the floor, screaming and crying?
There was a monster in my house and I was absolutely terrified.
Pounding footsteps suddenly sounded outside of my door and I raised my head from the covers, knowing Freya would be coming back for a second round of insults, or maybe to apologize. Oh who am I kidding, Freya never apologizes.
The door swung open, and I waited patiently for Freya to step in. Almost ten seconds later, someone came sprinting in, their mouth wide open and blood spewing rapidly from a tear in their lips. It was that fucking beast from last night.
My heart pounded rapidly in my chest as it crossed my floor rapidly, stopping by my bed. If the situation wasn't so terrifying and unreal, I would've LAUGHED at it's noodle-like arms and hissing noise. "SHIT!" I let out an intense squeal, backing away from the creature for the second day in a row.
Footsteps pounded up the stairs, and the... the THING locked eyes with me for a moment before it shot straight down to the floor. I scrambled up, my eyes huge and bloodshot, as I scanned my carpet for the THING but it was gone.
"Ari?" Freya came in, looking slightly out of breath. Her face was pale. "Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself?"
I didn't want to know what I looked like.
My pale felt cold, so did the rest of me. My lips were dry and cracked, my hands were trembling. My left hand was on my head, my fingers tangled in my messy hair; my right hand was in my mouth, and I was gnawing furiously at my fingernails.
"Ari?" Freya leaned forward, shaking me violently. I pulled away quickly, staring at her with huge eyes.
"Answer me. Did you hurt yourself?" She demanded to know, quickly scanning my wrists and legs. I pushed her hand away, shaking my head no.
Biting her lip, she nodded an okay to me before exiting the room. Bitch. Didn't even stay to see how I was, or what had happened. Cheap WHORE.
