Falling For The Enemy

(WILL BE EDITING VERY SOON)

My head rocked side to side as it listened to every beat of the addictive music. I sang along not caring if I sounded like a wounded walrus!

When your lips touch mineeeeee

its the kiss of lifee

oh ohh

I know that its a little bit frightenin

we might as well be playin with lightening nooowwwow

oh oh

CRASH! I heard an obnoxiously loud sound coming from outside which stopped me in the middle of my egyptian dance. It was currently 10 pm so there really was no excuse for being so loud, I mean most of the world except for a few crazy people like me were sleeping. Well atleast my neighbour Mr Burt would be. Ignoring the interruption I continued to look through my wardrobe for the outfit I was going to wear tomorrow, I had so many but it was just so difficult to find the perfect match. BANG! There it was again, something was going on. I walked over to the booming stereo and quietened down 'The wanted' cursing at the imbeciles who had the nerve to piss me off this late at night. CRASH! It was coming from my porch. Without a moment of hesitation I sprinted to my window outlooking the roads and pulled the curtains aside to peek through. It was difficult to make anything out clearly, but underneath the starlit sky and orange streetlamp I could see 3 dark figures hovering around my car. Two carried some sort of weapon and the third held another sort of device in his hand. Before I could get a better look one of the three figures raised the bat-like weapon high above their head and came crashing down on my beautiful car, I had just recently been gifted on my 17th birthday. My heart skipped a beat and my blood froze as I witnessed the horrific scene that lay before me. I was paralysed, unable to comprehend as to why anyone would want to damage my car? I didn't have any enemies.

"Hey stop that!" I screamed at the top of my lungs, finally snapping out of the trance I was in and banged on the window glass, hoping they would run away in fright. Sadly my wish did not come true as they simply continued now at an even faster pace! One of the figures momentarily paused and looked over his shoulder at me and my hand automatically dropped to my side, satisfied that I had managed to put a stop to this nonsense. My proud grin was immediately smacked of my face as the figure lifted his hand up and flipped me the middle finger, keeping his eyes glued to my scarlet face. That crossed the line and at that moment I decided he was going down. My anger was uncontrollable now like a bloodthirsty volcano eager to erupt and without a moment of hesitation I tumbled down the stairs towards the main door picking up the first thing that came into my hand on the way. Unfortunately it turned out to be a pillow. How dare he do that while HE was the one wrecking MY car! No one, and I mean no one sticks their middle finger up at Analise Thomson! As I marched quietly out onto the driveway the grip of my hands tightened around the soft pillow, my fingers digging into the soft fabric in anticipation.

'Hey you stop before I call 911!' I warned my voice strangely steady and commanding as I stood in the doorway of my house. It was three against one. The frosty wind bit at my skin and I regretted not pulling a pair of tracksuits on my PJ shorts. The night was eerily quiet and the three figures seemed to have heard me as they turned around leaning against my partially battered car. I didn't understand, I have never done anything bad enough to deserve this kind of violent reaction. I waited patiently as the silence engulfed us and continued to stare between the hooded individuals. The talles of the three turned back around to face the other two and whispered something in a voice barely audible which made them nod their heads silently and leave down the road giving a final salute. My eyes flickered to my beautiful black porsche, and silent tears trickled down my face as I thought of all the wonderful memories we had made over the past 3 days I had, had the honour of driving her.