Ella's Revenge

Chapter 25

Song for the chapter: Doing it wrong by Drake.

Quote for the day: "Never accept the definition of your life from anyone. It is your life, define it."

Ella

I fell asleep as soon as I got back to the mansion still physically and emotionally tired from my outing with Paul.

So, as soon as my head fell on the pillow, I drifted off to sleep immediately.

In my dreams, I was in a the kitchen cooking spaghetti and meat balls, singing along to yummy by Justin Bieber playing from the mp3. 

I felt someone cough behind me and I turned back immediately, to see who had interrupted my singing.

"Oh it's you." I smiled at Douglas and he gave me a tooth grin.

"Yes it's me. We're you expecting someone else?"  He cocked his eyebrow at me.

"Of course not. I was just surprised to see you there." I retorted.

"Okay whatever floats your boat." He walked to the table. "What are you cooking? I'm starving." He rubbed his belly and I laughed.

"Spaghetti and meat balls." I pointed to the covered plates of food on the table and he grinned like a child, proceeding to open it.

I swatted his arm immediately and he groaned.  "You'll have to wait for me to take those plates to the dinning took and besides I have to fry these samosas." I said, gesturing to the samosas on the fire.

"Wait you're frying something?!" He asked, panic written all over his face. "I'm going to lock the doors now so just turn on the AC."

I held his arm back and I watched him quizzically. "Douglas what's wrong?"

"Hey guys what's going on here?" Beck walked into the kitchen and I smiled.

"I'm frying some samosas so just go out of the kitchen. Your food will be out soon."

Beck looked at me and then the samosas on the fire and he fell down clutching his head tightly. Doug rushed to his side and pulled him out of the kitchen, yelling and all I could do was stand there with my mouth open.

Beck was Mageirocophobic.

I fell down slowly, holding his hand trying to shake him to wake up. Doug called 911 and rushed to the kitchen to get some water to revive him.

I remembered searching for the same phobia on my laptop, in my room when I had just learnt that Beck had it.

'Mageirocophobia; The fear of cooking'

I woke up frantically, cold sweat dropping from my forehead.

'What kind of dream was that?' I asked myself, looking around the room as I struggled for breath. I was currently in my room in the mansion so I was in real life now.

My phone beeped beside me and I checked my notifications. It was currently eleven in the night and I had three missed calls and a ton of texts from Lorraine and a two missed calls from Paul.

I hissed when I remembered what happened at the ice cream shop.

"Yes you did and now that you know enough can you please order for more cake." He said, pinching my cheeks.

"Only if you tell me what I was to Beck." I stared at him sternly. "What kind of relationship did we have?"

"So you think you can bribe me with food."