Not His Juliet

Chapter 20

Not His Juliet by K. Jessica Ramirez

Chapter 20:

"Angela...Ange? Angie!" An obnoxiously loud female voice screams causing me to clutch my head in physical pain.

I hold my head in my arms in an effort to block out the deafening voice. I must be pretty hung over to be in this much pain over a voice; however in my defense whoever is speaking sounds like a dying whale. My parched throat, pounding head, and sudden dizziness further confirm my thoughts. I'm suffering the most common effects that come with the wretched effect of over drinking the night before. I sluggishly swing my arm out at the annoying whale like voice that I have now registered as my beloved but devilish sister. 

Missing her completely my arm hits a wooden side table. I retract my arm rubbing it. Only then do I realize that James' bedroom holds no bedside tables. I spring up animated by my apprehension. 

"Where are we?" I ask, my eyes wide as I take in the unfamiliar scenery surrounding me.

"I've been freaking out about where the hell we are for the last," She stops her rant to glance at her phone, "half hour while you keep sleeping, like you’re sleeping beauty or something! Wake up princess, we've been kidnapped."

"Nikki calm down, I'm sure if we were kidnapped we'd be a tiny bit more restrained. We seem free to come and go little sister, even if it were just from this window." I answer automatically.

My eyes jet around the unfamiliar room. I feel my heart beat quicken to a rate it hasn't pulsed ever. I spin around to face Nikki looking for any harm done to her; however she not only looks fine but even a hundred times calmer than I. Wonderful I, Angela White, has now inherited a type of paranoia. I eye Nikki's dog tags lying atop of her shirt and a memory springs to the surface of last night’s events.

My heart pounds a little faster. Last night I made up with my only sister over a fight we've had for years. I finally heard her story and she heard mine and for a tiny bit I almost felt like maybe I'm not alone. Flashes of our time together last night surface from the deep circumference of my mind. I take a noticeable protective step towards my sister.

"Nikki, where the hell are we..." I ask slowly.

"Finally some sensible reply none of this looking around like a crazy person and sleeping like a damn rock!" Nikki replies satirical.

"Now is not the time to be an ass Nichole." I scold halfhearted as I continue to rack my mind for the end of our night last night.

The room is enclosed with silence that can only procure me to believe Nikki shares identical thoughts; how did we end up here, but more importantly where is here? We couldn't have gotten past drunk and somehow managed to end up at Stark's house right? I can't think of anyone else in this state who might allow two strange drunk ladies to spend the night, which brings me back to my first question.

"Nikki what happen-" My question is cut off by the sound of approaching footsteps.

The person makes no move to hide its approach as it continues to walk closer nosily. I turn to catch Nikki's eyes, her dog tag glistens in the sun for just a moment and in that moment I know I have my sisters back just like she has mine.

I nod at her and she returns it. Whoever is behind this door better hope they've never so much as conjured up a single negative thought towards the Rebelle sisters. I inch towards the door timing myself to open it just before the person reaches for the door knob in a strategy to catch said person by surprise. A wise person once said, "As soon as the fear approaches near, attack and destroy it...” 

I throw open the wooden door facing my attacker. Without a second thought I wind my fist back allowing it to spring forward onto the strangers face. I prepare to send another blow to the withering person when Nikki's screams capture my attention.