Is this Love?

Chapter 5

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I screamed as loud as I could but no-one could hear me. He was getting closer a gun in his hands with a dangerous look on his face. I tried to run but I was rooted to the spot, frozen with shock. He came closer and grabbed my waist banging me against the wall. I tried to scream again but he covered my mouth with his large hand, my screams now muffled.

"Try and scream again or run I will not only hurt you but your family too" he said, seriousness in his voice. He stared at me with dark eyes, no life behind it.

"This is revenge for all those times you broke my heart" he said pulling the trigger, with the gun against my head.

"Carter no! Please!" I screamed

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"NO!" I screamed. I shot up, my heart beating out of my chest and sweat ticking down my forehead. I tried to calm down, but that nightmare felt so real.  I hastily wiped my tears and looked at my alarm clock. It was only 03:00 am, I had another three hours till I was supposed to wake up. The sun was slowly rising lighting up the room dimly. Becky was fast asleep, not the slightest bit disturbed from my outburst. The events of the dream kept replaying over and over in my head. I shook my head trying make it disappear. I decided to go get some water and freshen up

I got up from my bed and grabbed the first piece of clothing my hand could reach and crept downstairs to the kitchen, trying not to wake anyone up. As I was just about to sneak back up the stairs, I heard some murmuring coming from the dining room.

"No you mustn't tell anyone........... For gods sake I said it's their........."

Yusuf... What is he here so early.

He seemed really pissed, but his voice was muffled so I decided to go closer for better hearing.

"It's at least 3cm long, I will lose it if it goes missing"

Wait, his voice sounds completely off.... Almost......almost like it's British. No it can't be him. So I took a step closer

"What are you doing here!"

"Oh mother of fudge"! I clutched my chest dramatically, and stumbled back realizing it's Mrs Trott.

"What on earth are you doing up, it's not even breakfast yet!" She said , raising her perfectly pointy shaped eyebrows.

"Oh sorry miss, just came for a glass of water"

I tried to causally walk towards the kitchen, but she grabbed the back of my collar

"Not so fast young lady, jog back up those stairs and come down with something more appropriate" she said whilst eyeing my clothes.

I looked down and realized I was wearing a crop top with a hideous pair of trousers. Must be Becky's.

I gave her a big sly smile and rushed upstairs, as I reached the bottom of the banister I tried to look back in the dining room for the suspicious person, but there was no one to be found........

The only question nagging me was, was it Yusuf?......I mentally slapped myself. Don't be silly May, he's not even British.

I woke Becky up and put on more season fitting clothing and draped my coat on ready to have breakfast and go to the ration house

2 hours later

"Hurry up Students". Mrs Trott barked trailing behind Yusuf. Me and Becky walked side by side trudging behind the other students.

We finally reached The Ration House where the elderly and poor families live in. The house was made out of bricks and wood but it was suitable enough for shelter. Yusuf scanned each and every one of us to see if were all here and not left behind. My mind kept replaying that mysterious British accent. Nobody else spoke English fluently, maybe it was one of my class mates. But no, that voice was new to me. I would definitely remember that voice if I heard it before. But the question is who was the mysterious man talking to?