chapter 11

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I open my eyes seeing Chris seated on a hospital bed with me.
I feel some severe pain in my ear.

"How're you feeling now?" He says, looking down at his palm like he doesn't care.

"Fine....I guess" I answer attempting to touch him when he rest back, pushing my hands softly back on my body afterwards covering me up and leaving.

"Whats wrong?" I mutter, before falling back asleep.
           
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" She'll be fine" I hear the doctor say as he signs on a notepad.

"Thanks," Chris says gradually helping me up.

"Thank you" I whisper, knowing fully well he didn't hear me.

We got to the car and drive off, I slept through the whole ride, waking up once or twice.

"Felling better?" He says passing me a bottle of water and smiling warmly.

I nod and drink out of the bottle.

"What happened?"

"It was a voice, something about being the killer, I can't recall"

"Being the killer? I spotted you on the floor with your ears damaged"

" Yes, the voice was so loud, it damaged my hearing" I reply starting to regain my energy.

"If you are correct, there just might be a need to call the police, Mrs Smith also said something about that and...."

"No, no police, you think they'll believe us?" I say cutting him off.

"We need to talk to Mrs Smith and ask her what she knows about it"

Chris looks away and tightens his hands on the staring weel. His eyes tightened and his colour starts to change, like he's in a rage.

"I said we call the God damn police and if they don't believe us we fucking die the matter"  he yells pressing his foot hard on the accelerator, making our  speed level to increase.

"Chris, stop!" I yell holding the car door tightly.

He still keeps pressing hard on the accelerator.

"Fucking reduce your speed what the hell?" I angrily spat.

He takes his leg off the accelerator,  stops the car and gets down, slamming the door so hard I had to cover my ears.

I get off right behind him.

" It's okay, it's fine" I calm  him down as I rubbed his back and cleaned off all the sweat on his face.

I bury my head in his chest as tears start to thridle down my cheeks.

"It'll be okay" I say, lifting my head and looking into his eyes.

" Yes, it'll be fine" he says lowering his height as he picks me up and drops me in the car and drives off.

"Issabelle!" Tracy screams as she reaches for a hug.

"It's been a day where have you been?" She says griping me tight as we moved together into the dorm room.

"Your head, what's wrong" she asks noticing the bandage rapped around my head.

"Just a minor injury" I smile landing soflty on the bed.

"Chris!" Fridah screamed hugging him tight without him returning the hug.

"I missed you" she adds sitting on her bed with a smile on her face.

" I'll be going now, if you need anything just call"

"Thanks," I say putting on a smile.

He smiles back and exits the room.

Something about him seems off.
One minute he's calm another he's all angered and furious.
Like he's being possessed by something.

"So tell me all about your date" Tracy says bouncing on the bed in excitement.

"It was okay, hey are you doing anything after school?"
I ask, throwing away her question.

"No why?" She says peircing her gaze on fridah not caring whether or not she was looking.

"I'll need to do a research on something after school hours, in the school library, do you think you could help me?" I plead putting on a pout.

"Sure why not? She replies heading to the table to pick up some notes.

"Am off to class you coming?"

"Yeah, I guess just let me throw in some clothes" I say heading to the shower.

I unrap the  bandage off my head and run the warm water on my body. I feel the water run threw my entire body as I run my hands through my hair and move it in a back way motion.

I start to think of my encounter with the killer back at home. Why the voice was after me. Did it have anything to do with Chris's emotions changing?.

I'll call Biular on my way to class to find out if Mrs Smith is still home, I need to get to the bottom of all this weird happenings.

"Are you okay in there?" Tracy yells knocking on the door.

" Am fine" I reply placing a little smile on my face.

  
I jump out of the shower hardly allowing water to drip as I rapped myself up in a towel as well as my head.

"Thanks for making me miss ten minutes off first period" Tracy says frightening me a little.

"Sorry.." I smile noticing fridah scribbling something on a notepad. She's weird no doubt.

I quickly comb my hair and get dressed in a black leather pants with a black and red checked long sleeve which I ended up rolling up before exiting the dorm room.

" You look nice really" Tracy teases with a smile as she closed her locker after taking up her biology textbook and holding it up to her chest.

" Really?" I tease right back putting on a "I know I look good but still really?" Face.

"Yeah" she says as we walked through the the hallways off to class.

"Today we are going to be working on a project, a paired project" says Mr Sam as he ruffled up the papers on his desk into a pile and getting up to write on the board.

"I got to pee" Tracy whispers

" Can't you hold it" I whisper back facing my gaze on Mr sam to avoid punnishment.

She shakes her head saying no as she ran off to take permission and afterwards exited the class.

"Everyone pick your partners" Mr Sam yells as he passed out the project papers to each pairs.

I scan the room for anyone who didn't have a partner.

"Do you have a partner?" A masculine voice says as I look up.

"Cliss!" I scream lost in thoughts, facing my full gaze on him.

"Hello...." He says again pulling down his head warmer as he waved his hands on my face.

"Oh...sorry, umm no not really" I say smiling akwardly as I face my gaze on him hardly blinking.

"Cool, then we could be partners?" He proposed handing me the project worksheet.

"Sure" I smile akwardly as he takes a sit near me feeling my entire body with heat.

We start to talk about the project as we gradually divert into several other topics, relating to each other.

"Issabelle?"

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