Sky Gallery

~Chapter 8~

Christa:

I was crying, locked up in my room. I told Gab. At least I did.

-Bump-

I looked towards my window.

-Bump-

I opened the curtains, a pebble flying towards me. I jumped back, surprised. I crawled to my window, taking a peek. I looked down and saw the gang. My phone rang.

"Gab! Why're you guys here?"

"Ask Freyl about it." He chuckled, Andrew punched his arm.

"Pass him the phone then."

"Yo." It was Andrew.

"Why?"

"Well, they are doing it against your will, right?"

"Yes but I don't want to be a rebel."

"You're not. We called our moms and dads to speak to yours." He smirked.

"Whaaaaat?" I had no other word to express my, well, expression. I heard him chuckle.

"They're here." He said, gesturing towards the row of expensive cars on our street.

Adults went out the cars and gathered around them.

"Don't worry, they're here to talk. Not to brawl." Andrew said.

He was rarely this enthusiastic. I let out a laugh.

"What? Did I say something funny?"

"No. It's nothing." My smile vanished when their parents started moving.

"Hold on." I left my phone on the bedside table. I locked my door, pushed my dresser to it, then the chair. I don't know how, but I did it. Adrenaline maybe? I also locked my window, turned off my lights.

I took my phone again.

"Hello?"

"Woah, what happened? Sounded like you were moving things. By the way, our parents are already trying to reconvince yours. And Madd felt overpowered." Maja laughed.

I still wasn't reassured. I was panting, 'cause any moment now, Maddie could be storming up my room and dragging me downstairs.

"Christa? Christa!" It was Gab's voice this time. I can't reply, at all. I was hyperventilating. The call ended and I heard banging on a door. I don't know if it was my door or downstairs. I think I was turning insane. I covered my ears, pulling my knees towards my chest.

There was a knock. Softer this time.

"No! Don't!" was all I could shout.

"Christa! It's me, Gab."

Gab? Was it really him?

"Are you really him?"

"Of course. C'mon Christa. Madz isn't here anymore."

I heard keys dangling. My door opened, but of course I didn't see him. My dresser was in the way.

"Woah. So this is what you were moving?"

He pushed it aside. I saw him, but felt like it wasn't him.

"Stay away. You're not Gab, you're Madeline!" I warded him off. But he gently held my hands and pulled me in his arms.

"It's me Christa. Madeline won't be able to get you." I managed to calm myself in his arms. I could stay like this forever.