Hiding From Phelba

Chapter 3

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I can't believe what I just agreed to. Phelba blackmailed me, so of course I had no other choice, because I do want to see Gavi, Drew and Brooke back again. But I'm really anxious about all of this, as Phelba would NEVER blackmail me, or do any harm to them, but I have a feeling she might do. Maybe revenge? For actually ignoring her all the time, I don't know. Nothing is right...

Flashback...

Right after I finished my bowl of cereals, I sat back down, and started thinking. Cause I was still worried about them I decided to agree on this "Day with Phelba" and go to wherever she wants. All I want is to see them back to be honest. I was still thinking about Phelba; she is always crazy, and random, and all of those stuff, but she never did anything to make me scared. Well, what I mean by that is that she never had blackmailed me or threatened me, and I just think that there's something going on. I don't know.

I looked at Phleba and sighed.

"So, where are we going first?" I asked. I was kind of in my "I don't care" and "whatever" mood.

"To the hairdresser!" she exclaimed, and squaked like a mouse. It hurts your ears, trust me.

"Oh, but my hair is fine, I already went there a week ago." I replied.

"Yeah, but we will change your hair colour!" Phelba yelled with excitment.

Change? My HAIR COLOUR? What is she even thinking!? I looked at her with my wide eyes and my mouth open; I was so shocked, cause I didn't want to change it at all. Then, I looked at Phelba with dissapointment.

"Phleba, my hair is perfectly fine, thank you. I don't want to change it, I like it brown" I said, calmly, but still a bit shocked.

Phelba's smile, slowly changed into a frown. She came up to me, and said: "Oh. Well then I guess you dont want to see your little sister and your friends anymore. That's your choice. And I can guarantee you, you will NEVER see them again."

She did not say that.

She did not DARE just say that.

I looked at her in anger. I knew that something is wrong. It's like a completly different Phelba.

But I started to think again. What if she is saying the truth? I mean, in reality she might be a serial killer, we never know. I was really anxious and frightened at this moment. I really didn't know how to react to this and what to say.

After a couple of moments, I finally replied.

"Ok, let's just go. But why is this so important to you? It's just a hair colour, isn't it?"

Phelba's frown dissapeared.

"Well, your brown has gone boring, I don't like it. So, let's go." She demanded, and started to walk out of our tour bus.

Flashback finished...I didn't have time to answer her, I guess she didn't need an answer. I started following her, out of the bus.

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The way to the hairdressers wasn't long: 15 minutes drive in the subway towards Manhattan. I could see two girls sitting nearby whispering to each other and looking at me with excitment, they probably knew me, I don't know. I guess the rest of the people thought we were twin sisters, cause Phelba looked exactly like me, even the height was the same. I wanted to ask the girls for help, but that would be stupid; I still don't know if Phelba is a serial killer or not.

We went into the hairdresser's salon. I have never seen this one, it's probably a new one.

"I have a idea!" exclaimed Phelba. "her new hair colour will be..."