Friend In Need

Naomi’s P.O.V.

My head was pounding when I woke up; I could still see the picture the freak had sent to me vividly. Now, I had been added to her target list, and she had used some bloody thing in the picture. It freaked me out.

I stood up to check on my son; he was fast asleep on his bed. I sighed in relief. As long as my son was okay, I was fine, too. The pounding on my head worsened, so I moved towards the kitchen.

At first, I saw Derrick’s back; he was busy with something. Then, my eyes slowly moved toward the mess in my kitchen. My kitchen had always been so neat, but now it looked like a bin pit, I screamed, getting Derrick’s attention.

Immediately, he turned around. When he saw it was me, he smiled at me, lifting a plate before me, “You are awake. How do you feel now?”

My eyes darted back to my kitchen, “How do I feel ? I feel like killing you. What have you done to my kitchen?”

His eyes moved around and it widened as if he had just seen the mess he had created in my Kitchen,