Stupid Cupid

~Stupid Cupid - Chapter 2

I walked home from school singing lightly as I listened to music on my ipod. My mom doesn't like us to have phones, ipods, tablets, and so on. but my Uncle Austin secretly gave it to me for my 12th birthday. I opened my eyes and I swear I saw a seven foot tall boy with one eye. I blinked and shook my head. Quit, Sky. These hallucinations have been getting worse. I told my mom to get me tested for ADHD but she refuses to go anywhere near a doctor.

I pushed my thoughts to the back of my mind and continued walking but I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. I kept looking around if I saw a shadow or something move. I would tell myself it was the wind or my imagination.

"Mom! I'm home!" I yelled and threw my keys on the table.

"Oh, honey!" she gushed and hugged me.

"I've been gone for eight hours not a week." I laughed at her.

"Go do your homework, Skylar," she smiled and went back into the kitchen.

"Don't burn any water!" I shouted and ran up the stairs snickering.

I grab my math and literature homework debating on which to do first. I'm glad I only have to do these tonight. I end up starting with math since I'm extremely good at Greek and Roman mythology which is what we're learning in literature. Once I'm done with the ten questions for math that took almost an hour I start with literature. I start the third question when I hear a loud crash. Instinctively, I open my desk drawer and grab the pocket knife I got in Montana.

"Mom?" I call out as I open my door.

"Lock the door, Skylar!" she yells and I see a large shadow cover the light from the kitchen.

I run down the stairs and silently gasp. Standing there is the seven foot boy from earlier. I shake off the panic in me and whip out the blade to my knife, walking towards the guy. My mom's eyes landed on me and widened giving me a clear message: Get out of here! My expression hardened and I took a bold move and shouted 'Hey!' causing the guy to swing around. I was not going to let my mother get hurt and just watch.

"Hello." He grinned evilly and went to grab me but I swung my knife and put a gash in his hand.

"Get out," I sneer, hiding the fear that was slowly taking over and roll under his arm. I took karate and dance a few years back.

I stabbed his foot and he bellowed in pain. My mom grabbed my arm and bolted to the door. She headed to the car and drove off. I'm glad I never take my ipod from my pocket. I take it out and play some music trying to calm my nerves. I never finished my literature homework.

"Where did you get that?" my mom asks as she sees my ipod.

"Uncle Austin." I mutter.

"I told you not to have anything electronic!" she scolds.

"Mom?"

"Yes?"

"Who was that guy? Was he a burglar?" She pursed her lips.

"How much did you see?"

"He was tall and buff. It looked like he only had one eye when I saw him on my way home."

"You saw him!"

"Uh, yeah."

"It was that ipod of yours. I should have done the right thing and sent you to that school in Los Angeles," she muttered the last part but I still heard her.

"You mean get rid of me? I know I'm difficult sometimes but you'd really send me away?"

"Honey, I never wanted to send you away but it would have been best."