At Night

Chapter Four: Wondering What's Next

Sunlight. Shining through my window was the light of injustice and I pressed my already closed eyelids together hard. “I hate mornings," I muttered to myself quietly, then I turned my body away from the window. Suddenly I remembered the weird dream I had the night before about the black wolf but quickly dismissed it as I was too tired to think.  I tossed and turned for what seemed like hours. After trying to get comfortable, I gave in to waking up.  Unfavorably for me, I pushed my body up into a sitting position and stretched.  I got up from my bed and walked grudgingly to the kitchen. Slowly searching through the empty cupboards, I sighed quietly to myself, grabbed my keys and wallet I had conveniently left on the counter then walked out the door and to my car.

About twenty minutes later, my little dark blue Chevrolet pulled into a Dollar General parking lot.  As I climbed out of the driver-side door, I recognized the dark blue truck on the other side of the parking lot. Great, just freaking great! I thought. I hesitantly walked through the doors and pulled a cart for everything I was getting. I carefully tip-toed through each aisle, finding party-sized pizzas, cereal, milk, helping-hand meals, so on and so forth. With my ninjas skills, I managed to go unnoticed by most of the other customers. I swiftly pushed my cart into the check out and proceeded to pay for my groceries.

Once my food was bagged, back in the cart and payed for, I pushed the cart through the doors and to my car.  Like the master of stealth I was, I loaded my bags into my car and moved the cart over with the others. I glanced over where the truck was and sighed in relief when I saw it wasn't there. I ran back to my car and drove myself home. Back at the apartment, I put everything away, excluding the Corn Pops cereal and milk, then I made myself a bowl of cereal. I carried it to the living room, sat on the couch, turned on American Horror Story and ate my Corn Pops.

Just as I finished drinking the leftover milk from my bowl, someone knocked at my door.  “I'm coming! Just a second!" I hollered at the door as I put my bowl and spoon on the coffee table.  I got up and shot over to the door like a bat out of Hell. I peaked through the little hole in my door and saw a girl. She was about my age with brown hair, brown and green eyes and slightly tanned skin. After deciding she looked harmless, I opened the door and in a confused voice I said “Hello?"  She smirked at me after looking me up and down. “I think we're going to be great friends," she replied, which confused me even more, then quickly added, “I'm Maggie, your neighbor."

Forgetting her strange statement from earlier, I smiled down at her and noticed she was a few inches shorter than me.  “I'm Samantha, come on in.." I replied to her introduction and led her into my living room. “Nah, that's too long. I'll call you Sammi," Maggie stated with annoyance at the length of my name, as she basically threw herself on my couch. “S-A-M-M-I, S-A-M-M-I-E or S-A-M-M-Y?" I asked, concerned she would spell it, either too girly or too manly. “S-A-M-M-I! That way I can dot the 'I' with an evil smiley face," Maggie sang. “Uh, okay.. Why an evil smiley face though?" I asked. “Because I'm going to show you how to be mischievous and fun," Maggie replied in a DUH tone.

“Hey! I know how to be mischievous and fun!!" I replied in annoyance.  “Prove it!" Maggie demanded in a gruff voice.  “Well, I prank call people all the time!" I said in an almost pleading tone, begging her to agree with my mischief.  “That's really lame, Sammi," Maggie commented with a bored tone and expression.  “I used to put milk in my foster mother's tea even though she is lactose intolerant.." I trailed off my sentence with hope in my eyes.  Maggie sighed and said softly, “I guess that's better than the prank calls." 

I giggled and nodded in relief.  Suddenly, Maggie's phone went off and she pulled it out of her pocket then looked at the screen.  “Hey, do you wanna have dinner with my family? It's almost time to eat and my mom wants me to invite you over," Maggie asked, looking up at me.  “Sure, just let me fix myself up a little and grab a few things then we can head over," I answered before quickly walking to my bathroom. 

I put on light make up then rushed into my bedroom, changed into a nice pair of black skinny jeans, a female version of a wife beater and cute black boots.  Turning back to my doorway, I found Maggie standing in the door frame looking me up and down. She stepped towards me and squeezed the ends of my hair. Not realizing she had mousse in her hand, I watched curiously as she played with me hair.  I check the mirror in my bedroom and nodded in approval at the scrunched ends in my hair.

I grabbed my keys, my black hand bag and my wallet before Maggie and I walked out the door.  I locked my apartment and we got into my car.  “Where's your car?" I asked her before starting the engine.  Maggie just shrugged and replied, “I don't want one.  I just walked here because I needed the exercise."  I frowned in disgust at the word exercise then looked over to see if she had on her seat belt.  Maggie must have known what I was doing because she groaned something about her not being an idiot.

Pulling out of my drive way and onto the main road, I followed the directions Maggie gave me to her house.  About fifteen minutes into the drive, something black ran across the road causing me to swerve then slam on the brakes. “Sh*t!" Maggie and I both yelled at the same time.  After checking one another to see if we both were alright, which we were, I began driving again slower this time.  Another fifteen minutes pass and Maggie tells me to turn into the drive way on the left hand side.  I do and what I see next causes me to say “F*CK!"  There, in Maggie's drive way, is the God damn blue truck that has been following me.