My Little Devil

Resolve

¤CHAPTER SEVEN¤

Rays of sunlight made their way through my closed eyelids as my nose breathed in the familiar fruity smell of my room. I opened my eyes and as I had thought my plain white ceiling greeted me. I knew my room very well considering it was where I spent the most time at.

Turing to my side I looked at my tablet side clock, the time read 10:35 am. Still feeling exhausting I turned right back around and wrapped myself in the soft white cotton sheets of my bed.

My bed, my room-

Wait.

My bed...my...room? My?! Jolting up I quickly looked around. My head whipped so fast to the side I thought I heard a crack.

How did I get back home? Had Khadir brought me home? But, how would he have known where I lived?

Maybe...I had dreamt it all?

I threw my bedsheets off of my body. As soon as I had, my bare arms and legs instantly became covered in goose bumps. I looked down to see I was only wearing a flimsy night gown. It was one I owned but never really wore. What happened to my sweatshirt and pants..?

At the front of my door stood the pile of clothes I had worn the night prior. Did I change clothes? I couldn't remember if I had.

Realizing I had gotten sidetracked I continued my run over to my window. Dimitri's car was gone. So there goes the possibility of me driving myself home. My eyes slowly drifted to my night stand and came to an abrupt stop at my clock.

It was 10:49 now. On a weekday. Thinking back to my dad's warning I realized I had gone out on a school night, meaning that I was a whole 3 hours late!

Grabbing my towel from its rack on the wall I hurried into the bathroom.

Catching sight of myself in the mirror before shower I saw that my once sliver necklace was now tainted black around the edges. How could this have happened?  My mind flashed back to when my necklace heated up to the point where it was almost unbearable before sending out that blast of light that knocked the hooded man off his feet.

But that was all a dream, right? I'm not crazy am I? The only real evidence I had of any of that actually happening was my necklace. Pushing the pressing issue of questioning my sanity I unlatched my necklace and left it on the bathroom counter before quickly undressing and hopping into the shower.

The warm water helped relax my tense body and clear my head. The only thing that I could count on right now was asking Khadir since from what I could remember or hallucinate, he had been involved.  But then again I can't casually just go up to him and ask if he remembered me getting attacked by a so called demon and stepped in and kill it.

I could faintly remember waking up in his bed and interrogating him, but for the life of me I couldn't remember the last few things he said. When I try to remember my mind just comes up empty and blank as if the memory that's supposed to be there has suddenly ceased to exist.

I reluctantly got out of the shower and quickly dressed my self. My hair looked a mess and I didn't have the patience to sit around and tame it so I sloppily put it onto a bun. Throwing my backpack over my shoulders I made my way down the stairs.

As I reached the front door the sound of my dad's disapproving voice called out to me, " Normani." By his tone I knew he wasn't happy, he rarely ever used my full name.

Turing around I came face to face with my angry father. He was usually always laid back and understanding. I couldn't remember a single moment where he was ever close to mad. He was a patient man.