I felt someone's gaze on me like they were studying me. I woke up with a start. I thought I would find Rafael staring angrily at me because I woke up late but when I opened my eyes I didn't see him anywhere. I checked the time it was still 5AM. I hate this. Once I was wide awake it was hard to fall asleep again but the whole day I will be tired. I went out to the kitchen something to have some breakfast. So I went straight to the fridge and found many things again bought to us by our adoptive parents. I didn't like this. But I just made grilled cheese sandwiches for me and my brother trying not to think about how good life is right now. It seemed too fake and I dreaded that something horrible was going to happen very soon.
I took a bath after awhile and checked my phone. So many messages. I liked the attention I was getting. Kids from my old school always bullied me and my brother because we were not rich. But now I was one of the popular girls. I checked the time and it was 7:30AM. I was surprised that Rafael was still sleeping. I got tensed. I slowly went to his and knocked on his door. There was no response so I opened the door.
He wasn't there and room was messy and that's really weird because he would never keep his room messy. I calmed myself and checked if he was in the bathroom. That was where I lost my shit.
The bathroom was thrashed as if someone was struggling and there was blood on the ground and on the walls. I started panicking. I called for Rafael but couldn't get any response. I called the cops but no one picked the call.
"What the fuck? How can the call be unreachable?" I screamed and threw the phone on the wall. I ran outside to get to the reception table. Something was bugging me I couldn't quite catch it. I wentran road the reception, that's when I realized that the whole building was dead silent. The building was empty. That was not it, there were bloody footprints everywhere.
"No, I couldn't have. Not when everything was perfect. I was fine. I was happy. I couldn't have lost it." I was panicking I didn't know what had happened. I was scared. I was terrified of what might happen next.
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A Mexican Tale
TerrorWhen Isabelle is finally happy with her upside down life, disaster returns to her in the worst way imaginable. She will learn new truths and will have her secrets revealed. How is she going to come out of this problem? Will she do it in her usual wa...