Passover love

Chapter 21

Chapter 21

It's a feeling that scrape your skin. It's like a disease that makes you frail and green. Like a debilitated touch or slap that can rotten you and make you bedridden. The texture of my cheeks is probably like a sick dog. I can feel its redness and numbness in it.

"Wake up!" That's a loud shout. Neither if I was not unconscious or dreaming, I'll probably be a deaf by now. The mobility of her/his hands on my shoulders could probably leave a bruise in place.

"Oh my! What happened?!" I shriek the moment I felt another sting on my left cheek. Then I saw the girl I was hoping in grief moment I was still conscious. Now? I don't know. I don't even know where I am,
because I still couldn't see clearly. My eyes are a bit half opened--half close situation now.

"You just passed out for a minute if you asked. That was pretty close. You should do something for my hero-good-girl a while ago." She said. Is she just a stranger? A girl like her, helping me into some kind of 'the deadliest fight' is actually helping me. Worst, she's helping me to kill her mom. Well, I'm not kinda sure on what her motives are to help me in this edgy situation.

"Can I ask?" I innocently asked her. For thanking someone who helped me, kindness is the least I could do for now.

"You're so dumb. I honestly don't get my brother for loving a naive girl like you." She awfully said. She sounds like insulting me at first but complementing me after? That's a really nice procedure to maintain a civil conversations with someone.

"Ask him." I responded. I just shrugged like who cares? I mean, almost everyone says that I don't deserve him or neither I am a bad example to him. Is that a way how they please someone? What's wrong with this family?

"You know I can't. My cousin and him is already trap into that witch craft of yours." She said in grinned teeth.

"Now who's dumb? You can kill me so that the brother of yours could escape..Am I right? So, why the sudden help Miss Meanie." I joked. She then, looked at me with her usual killing stare.

"And, also I'm not a witch. What the hell is a witch craft?!" I clamor. Where did she get that word 'witch craft'? Maybe in some movies but I only knew a word 'grimoire' from my favorite Bonnie Bennett who is a badass witch. She really needs to loosen up. Maybe she thinks that a witch looks like having green skin and pointy nose. That's odd already. She should watch The Vampire Diaries. All super natural creatures there are all good-looking.

"Nevermind," She shyly said while avoiding my gaze. "Are you telling me that I'm mean? Well, excuse me Miss Cass but being mean doesn't exist in my vocabulary."

"I just wanted to ask, what's your name?" I casually ask. It's much better to ditch the topic we are talking about. We might forget that we're here in a battle. Not to just talk unnecessary things.

"Tyrah," She said and gently turn her head to meet my eyes. "Tyrah Cass." I gasp when she said that. Is she my sister? I thought. But why? I mean, nobody mentioned me that I have a long lost sister and we thought that she's Aedryan's sister. How could this happen?

"Are you kidding me?" I directly said. After looking at nowhere, Tyrah manage to look at me with an annoyed face.

"I don't kid Margoe." She said angrily. When would this woman chill out?

I look at her with questioning eyes. I couldn't understand the fact that we're sister. It's like the things she'd said are in a process to enter my brain. Slowly, but when I rephrase the things she said, It's like my mind is going to get crazy. I really wished even my childhood days, to have siblings.