Too Good to Be Real

chapter 31

"See how she looks. So helpless." She heard a slimy feminine voice say followed by snickering. "But she has the mind to be a bitch!"

A bitch? Who were they talking about?

"Acting like she's so new at everything. Hasn't kissed a boy. But dragging my own with me. You're so dead Oma." The voice came closer and closer.

Who was this bitch calling her a bitch? She was going to give her a piece of her mind. Whoever she was...

Why couldn't she open her eyes?

Oma's eyes were glued shut and her whole body was immobile. What was wrong? She wasn't unconscious. She could hear and feel everything perfectly. She knew she was angry. She felt attacked. So why couldn't she move!

"Oh Oma. So cunning but yet so foolish. You thought I'd let you off easy right? Well no."

The voice was talking to her now and her anger was immediately replaced with fear. She didn't try to move anymore. She knew that voice, but from where?...

"You mess with one of us, you mess with all of us." A different voice said. This one spoke directly into her mouth. Oh how she wished she could punch this idiot who couldn't social distance, but that wasn't the matter at stake.  "And you just messed with the wrongest one."

"I tried to keep you away from Dan but you wouldn't listen. You followed him like a fly into a coffin, and guess what - it ends here. Say goodbye to the life you know because no one messes with me and gets away with it."

Abigail. She knew that voice.

Oma was fraught with fear. Was she going to die? Was she already dead? How did she get herself into this mess?
Her fright was so tense she was shaking.

Wait. She was shaking!
So she wasn't dead after all.

"She's waking up!" Someone said.

"That's not possible. I...I...specifically...mixed...I specifically told Amara to mix... Amara!"

She heard a lot of noise going on around her but she wasn't bothered about them anymore. She was alive and that was all that mattered. Her only focus was on waking up.
One finger, two fingers, one hand, both hands, one eyelid, both eyelids. She could see. Amara.

"I'm sorry. Please. No!"
It was too late as Abigail and the other girls turned in on her, doing whatever it was they'd planned for whoever would betray them.

One leg, both legs, both lips. Without thinking, she was already walking to the wailing girl. But someone was dragging her, tapping her, yelling...

"Wake up!" More tapping. "You're just having a bad dream."

Bright light temporarily blinded her as droplets of water pespired her face. She blinked twice and her eyes adjusted to the brightness. Another blink and she could see the reason for the discomfort.

"I'm awake". She said.

"Oh thank God. You really scared me. I thought it was a spiritual attack. All those things we see in movies. What exactly happened?"

She didn't even know. She'd dreamt about people that'd changed her life forever. People she'd buried in her past. Yet it'd seemed so real, so vivid.

"Abigail."

"Who's that?"

Oh right. This was her present now. Asher. She felt relieved. She stroked his stubbled chin and smiled.