Missing warmth (GxG)

CH. 22 Wonder

Queenie's POV

I don't know how they could pull the strings to make the school believe that I'll be absent for months but now I know that adults really are such airhead humans with a dollar sign on their eyes, thirsty for wealth.

It's been a week since that lady locked me up in this big dark room. Coldness is always present, I couldn't sleep knowing that I still haven't seen my little sister for days. My heart wants to dig its way out of my chest, just imagining how they're treating her.

I would pray to the so-called ''god'' but since the early stage of my teen years, I've stopped having faith in him.  How can he help when I never even once saw his form physically. He's just a big part of human belief since humans always search for someone who's superior to them. No one really proved that he exists, some people say that he really does exist but through a ''dream''.

I mean looking on how fucked up my life has ended up, I'm pretty sure no one, no one can save me from this mess.

I laugh mockingly as I bury my head in the pillow that the maids provided me earlier. Looking around my surrounding, there is no window, figures no such bad guys would put in their hostage in a room with windows. Arg!

I move around, searching for a comfortable spot to sleep on but searching that ''comfortable spot'' on a cardboard is like wishing for a bronze to be a gold one.

  I take a deep breath before closing my eyes permitting the sleep to enter me.

There's no use praying for a savior when you're already in your nightmare, right?

3rd person POV

A silhouette appears at the back of Taylor's car, resulting for a little part of hope left in her heart to spark. She bite her bottom lip as she waits to see who's the owner of the shadow. After a few seconds, a teenage boy appears in front of her wearing a thick glasses looking surprised to see the most beautiful girl in front of him looking at him with a sad disappointed look before she slowly turns around and walks to her class.

''It's happening again... why am I being like this?'' She lowly asks herself, her right hand clutching on her chest.

The school hall is packed with horny teenagers pushing each other around. Normally, Ella would give them a murderous look but now it seems like she's in a different world. She evades them and continues on her way to her next class, her shoulders hanging low.

Arriving at her destination, a blonde boy suddenly appeared in front of her. Instead of acting surprised, she just looked at him coldly and march towards her assigned seat.

''The day is not interesting like they used to when she was here.'' Ella thought to herself as she started doodling on her paper completely ignoring the call of her teacher. Her entrance is put to an end when her teacher grabs the chalk and throw it at her, hitting on her forehead.

She groans, feeling the pain. She looks up to see a red-faced bald teacher staring at her with rage.  A switch has been flipped inside her, she removes the stain on her forehead and looks directly at her teacher's eyes pure with rage that she doesn't know has been in her this whole time.

She stands up and walks closer to the bald-headed teacher. On her way, she grabs the scissors that are on the table of her fellow classmate.  Once she's standing face to face with her teacher, she pulls his necktie and cut it, letting it fall on the marble floor of the school.

'' You are fired, fuckface,'' she said before stabbing the teacher's desk with the scissors and left the whole classroom in a dead silence. Some of her classmates have their mouth hanging open while other students still have some Cheetos left in their mouth.

Walking down the hallway, her body starts relaxing.

Without a care in the world, she got in the car and drove off.

Her phone screen light up, it's from her the private investigator that she hired.

She swipes to right, accepting the call.

''So what'd you get?''

''It seems like she's not in the city anymore.-'' The news surprised her that she quickly steps o the breaks.

''What?!''

''Her FB account has been deleted and all of her owned things have been sold off-'' She ends the call then throws her phone at the back of her car.

She punched the steering wheel in anger. She frustratingly passes her hand through her hair.

''Why am I crazy for you, Queenie?'' She sighs, frustrated, lost in her feelings.

To be continued.