Revenge | [discontinued]

Chapter 14

But both of our hearts believe, all of these stars will guide us home. #EdSheeran

(Unedited, sorry for the typos)

Happy reading! (;

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Fourteen

Stella’s POV

I don’t understand what literally happens to me. Well, mostly to my brain. I don’t know why do I allow Dave to come with me when I obviously know the consequence of it. I don’t know why do I even jeopardize my life to him. I just… I don’t know. My mind is too messed up to function properly.

“You don’t want to take an extra lesson at night, do you?” Dave interrupts all of a sudden, causing me to jump slightly in surprise when I realize his presence beside me. Is it just him walking that fast or is it just me walking that damn slow that I can be considered as a snail?

“And.. how if I do?” that actually ain’t the truth. I just try to scare him by saying like that so that he will think twice of his previous decision and eventually cancel coming with me. I know that he definitely won’t feel comfortable if this extra lesson at night literally happens. He’s not so typical studying person.

I slightly tilt my head so I can see his bruised face under the dark sky. He bows his head, which I assume, so that his features is hidden and fewer people around us will suspect him as a criminal or some other thing like that. That must certainly be hard since I know there are a lot of bruises over his face.

“Who are you studying with?” I can vaguely see him raising his eyebrow, looking distrustful.

What should I say? I can’t tell him truthfully that my mother is kidnapped and I want to go there to rescue her, can I? He can possibly make everything worse and I don’t want it to happen. He’s still a jerk after all. I can’t all of a sudden slap his shoulder and laugh and say, “Yeah man, just come with me. I don’t mind” after what he has done to me this last months.

“Um, friends,” I lie, knowing that’s the only reason that comes spontaneously to my mind.

“I think you don’t have friends?” he asks with his brows frowning in its confused gesture, and I immediately dislike him for saying like that. Not because his contemptuous words (I think that can be counted as yes), but more because he’s completely right. But I loathe myself even more for uttering foolishly without even long-thinking the risk of what can possibly happen next. Seriously, I have to be extra more careful at choosing a good reason next time.

Noticing that I don’t respond him, he adds threateningly, “Don’t try to lie.”

Even from our safe distance, I can see his countenance changes from the calm to the unreadable one that causes me to gulp the saliva hardly down in fear. I really feel the urge to run off him and disappear from earth. But, how can I run when I feel like every part of my body can’t function properly. Like every part of it is roped firmly and is hung on the high tree in its weird position. Seriously, letting him coming with me is such a big mistake.

Yeah, if only I have Doraemon’s white miraculous semi-circle pocket that could produce those scarce and beneficial things.

“Ah, um.. I’m late!” I tap my forehead with my cold palm intentionally and accelerate my pace afterwards on purpose to avoid him. That’s not one hundred percent a lie honestly.

“I’ll keep coming with you then,” he states calmly while following beside me. I don’t understand why he suddenly becomes this persistent. And somehow, his obstinacy annoys me so much because that would make me feel absolutely uncomfortable all the time.