Eyes Like Hellfire [Completed]

Chapter 5

"What the hell, Zoe, I didn't mean it like that!" I screamed.

"Oh, because there's a different way to call me an adrenaline-craving narcissist?"

"What the, an adrenaline-what? I never even said anything close to that!"

"Don't try to lie to me, Mickey, I heard it!"

"What do you mean? All I said was it was too dangerous to go into that house! You saw what happened!"

"Yeah, yeah I did. You running scared like a little child, leaving me behind to deal with the consequences!"

"What? What 'consequences'? You fell; I thought you were right behind me!"

"Of course you did! You selfish bitch; you left me there!"

"Zoe, listen to me. I came back as soon as I saw you weren't behind me."

"Yeah, to save your own fucking skin."

"What? I-"

Then, she shoved me. She put her two hands on my shoulders, pushing me up against the wall. She looked me dead in the eyes, her tone just above a whisper, low and threatening. I never saw her like that before.

"Don't fucking lie to me," she snarled.

Her fingernails dug harder into my shoulders, and it was then that I felt truly scared. I was scared of my best friend, a girl that took up permanent residence in my heart in just a few months. The girl that I spent almost every waking moment either talking to, or being with. The girl that used to make me feel safe.

But now I was scared.

I looked her straight in the eye, and then, I saw a flash. I could've sworn I saw her eyes fill with the color red, and fire take the place of her gray pupils. But just as quickly as it came, it was gone.

I was going insane.

After a second, I was able to grasp a hold of reality again.

"Zoe, Zoe get off of me. Zoe, I'm serious."

She just threw me a smirk and got closer. After a few painful seconds, which felt like hours, there were meet centimeters between us. Her proximity made my breathing hitch, for a number of reasons. But the biggest one was fear. She then turned to whisper in my ear.

"Coward."

Her sentence was taunting and dripping with malice. I took my chance and bolted out the door, not even bothering with a goodbye. I sprinted into my house, Aunt Aggie out buying groceries, and slammed the door behind me. I was alone, and I felt safe. But no matter how safe I felt, I couldn't shake the feeling of worry, or the shiver in my spine.

Zoe would never do something like that.

She was carefree and brave, daring and arrogant (I'm sorry, but she is and she knows it), but she was never violent. She would never hurt me. And the thought that she could, that she would, hurt worse than any pain I could ever get from violence. It hurt in my soul, a pain that doesn't need a shove or a slap to start hurting. It made my heart heavy and made me feel almost betrayed. She would never actually hurt me.

Or would she?

I looked down to my burnt hand, suddenly remembering my dream. Zoe pushed me in my dream, and I saw those same red eyes. The red eyes I wasn't even sure if I saw today. The red eyes that seemed to be everywhere lately.

With that thought, I slid down the door until I got to the ground, sitting with my back to the wood. I ran a hand over my face and looked up at the ceiling, closing my eyes. I let the darkness consume me, the quiet comforting me, the solitude becoming my friend, even for a little while.