Revenge | [discontinued]

Chapter 15

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(Unedited, sorry for the typos)

Happy reading! (;

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Fifteen

Stella's POV

It's Satur-lazyass-day morning, with bright sunshine peering clearly through the window's ventilation and cold air combined, making me to be like the laziest person on earth ever. I can feel like all parts of my body are scattered everywhere. I must've been definitely so tired after the hectic time last night which, somehow, causes me to get my body numb.

Lazily, I open my closed eyes. For several seconds, I just stare blankly at the ceiling above me in silence, trying to adjust my vision with my surroundings. After a few minutes of being awkwardly silent, I immediately unwrap the blanket that covers three per fourth part of my body as its cold air welcomes my skin in a matter of seconds.

How in hell could this air be this awfully cold though?

With the huge amount of energy I've fully built inside, I stand on my feet and start preparing myself, knowing that I have a practice to do today.

Twenty minutes afterwards, I've finally finished with myself when I hear a knock on the door.

Confused, I walk towards the door and open it only to find my mother standing in front of me, and a smile immediately rises upon her face when she sees me.

"Mom? What's up?" I frown in confusion, which is immediately responded by her saying, "May I talk to you for a second?"

"Sure," I move aside to let her walk into my room as I follow her afterwards. Seriously, she doesn't knock on the door when she has something to say to me. She would usually just open the door and burst in.

"So, what's up?" I ask once again after we've sat on my bed.

"I want to tell you about the incident yesterday," she answers in the most calm tone I might've ever heard as my back straightens up at her words. She must be going to say something I haven't asked her last night. The incident of how she exactly was being kidnapped. I've actually almost forgotten it if only she didn't remind me that.

"Okay, go on," I manage to put a smile at her, letting her to recount the detailed events of yesterday.

Immediately, she starts recounting from when she was going to clean the house up when there was a glass-breaking sound coming frankly from inside her bedroom, and was surprised when she saw the broken window with those scattered fractions of its glass on the floor. When she all of a sudden felt something which she was considering as a handkerchief covering up her mouth and nose with its nauseating smell. I listen to her intently, my mind starts connecting each thing of what she's saying to others, making it into a provisional assumption.

"I couldn't recognize who the guy, just call this guy the A, was because A was wearing the same cloak he or she wore last night, but the one thing I knew was there were other people helping A to mess things up," she ends up the longest story she might have ever told to me and exhales afterwards.

"But, how did you know there were other people?" I frown in confusion. Honestly, I have no idea on why this case gets so complicated. I have no idea on what this guy's motive for doing these things. Like seriously, why does it have to be us? I don't think we've ever got ourselves into trouble with someone else before.

"Their voice," she answers, her face seems like remembering the incident yesterday.

"But, how about when you were in the auditorium? I mean, did you know if there were probably other people?" I question her. There's a feeling of confusion starts spinning crazily in my head like a sudden typhoon.