ELIZABETH:
" Do you want to ride with me after school?" Ally asked me as we put our tabs back into our lockers after school.
I had a frown on my face as I know I had a bad day. 1, I had red stain on my new retro top. 2, one idiot bumped into me as I was leaving the lunch room and that made me get a bump on my shoulder, it hurts. 3, I know I failed my literature test. Hell why wasn't Ally sad, I mean we took that test together.
1, maybe because she doesn't care about her grades, lucky her, she is going to fashion academy after school.
2, her parents don't care too. I wish her mum were my mum.. Just joking
" no, I would just take the bus" I said and closed my locker. I held my bag to my chest as I pressed my combination lock, shutting the locked fully. I flinged my bag over my shoulder and faced Ally.
" is it that you have a huge secret at home?. I mean you never let me take you home or invite me over for sleepovers, nor do you come to my house. Do you not trust me enough Betty?. I mean we have been best friends since you moved here two years ago" she said frowning.
It hurt to see her like this but I don't want to bond.. I love her too much to let her get hurt.
" Ally its not that, I'm just not . I don't know.. I will invite you over when its time. Just please.... Just leave it" I said frowning back at her.
" but bett.." I cut her off mid way into her sentence.
" bye Ally" I said and I left the locker room and also the school premises as I walked to the bus stop waiting for the bus. I knew Ally was hurt but I'm only trying to protect her.
ADAM:
"Hey man, are we meeting after school?" Shawn asked me as we moved to Curt's car. Cole and kelvin had left earlier to attend to some business. So Curt's driver brought his car.
" I don't know yet. Are there going to be girls involved?" I asked and smirked. Curt just blushed while Shawn hit the back of my head. I shot him a death glare.
" yes of course there are girls" curt said and he entered the driver's seat. I moved to the passengers seat and opened the door. I was about to enter but that's when I saw her.. My mystery girl. She goes to our school?. She was moving fast with her head low as usual, away from everyone. Is she a loner or what?. I think she is mute too because I have never actually seen her talk in the bus.
"Man are you coming?" I heard as I turned my head back to the car. Both curt and Shawn were looking at me waiting for me to enter the car. I smiled.
" I'm sorry" I said as I entered the car and closed it gently. Curt put the keys into its place as he drove out of the school parking lot into the main road. We drove past the mystery girl, but not after seeing her smile... Why did she smile?
ELIZABETH:
I put the keys into the lock of the door as I let myself into the house. As usual, mum wasn't back yet from work. I sighed as I closed the door behind me, then I handed my hoodie back on the cloth rack behind the door. I removed my white canvas and dropped my bag on the couch before walking bare footed into the kitchen. I poured myself a glass of water and fixed the glass to my lips while I microwaved the left over lasagna from last night.
I sat at the kitchen counter waiting patiently for the microwave beeping sound when my phone rang. I picked it up to check the caller ID only to see my mum calling. Why?
" hey mum" I said , the phone in my ear. I could hear her fumbling with words at the other end if the phone. I began to panic, what if he found her..
" mum " I said half yelling
" oh honey sorry. I'm not going to be home this night" she said and relive washed through me, she wasn't kidnapped but wait.. She wasn't going to be home?
" why?" I asked . fear was already lacing through my body. I was going to be alone this night.
" well honey I have a dinner date with one of our clients and its so important. I can't miss it, but I promise to be back very early tomorrow morning" she said.
" mum I'm .... I'm scared. I can't stay here alone. Mum what if he shows up. What if he takes me" I said as my fear increased.
" no he won't be there. Elizabeth its okay. You can invite.. Uhm what's her name,.. Alex over to spend the night.. I'm sure she would love to honey. You don't have to be alone" she said.
" I can't mum. I'm not ready, what if I dream again. I'd be a freak mum.. I'd... I'd scare her away mum" I stammered.
" breathe honey. You will be fine then, just eat and go to bed early. You would be fine... I will call you in the night honey. I'm not supposed to be taking calls now" she said.
" okay mum, I love you ... Bye" I said.
" bye honey, love you too" she said and then I hung up.
How was I supposed to sleep alone in this house. What if he came for me? What if he is here already? He is coming for me? Mum.. I fiddled with my thoughts as I coiled up into a ball on the couch. Tears pricked my eyes and threatened to fall. I sniffed as I shivered there... I'm scared mum
DREAM
"Hold on Dena, I'm coming for you" I yelled as I watched her get shot right in the chest. Her eyes wide open as tears fell from them. I couldn't move, I watched her, wide eyed as she fell numb to the floor with a thud. I killed her.. I killed her.. She died because of me .I fell in to the pile of dirt as I tried to find my strength. Dena! No!!.. She is just faking this . if this a dream I would like to wake up now.
" Dena!!!" I yelled finally as I found my voice. I moved to where she was laid, she was so cold and still. I saw blood ooze from her still body. I knelt down and I pulled her close to my body, not minding the blood.. I pulled her so close to my chest and hugged her, sobbing...
"Wake up.. We promised to get out of this alive together . Dena!" I yelled as I cried out, tears falling from my eyes nonstop. I won't lose you...
" Den...." I felt myself being lifted off the ground by powerful hands. I looked up in shock at the man in front of me. His blue eyes gave me shivers as he stared at me with icy glares... Dad.
" please don't.. What did you do to her! You monster.. You. What did you do?" I yelled as I tried to hit him but I just couldn't. His hands came to my neck so fast. I didn't know what hit me. He squeezed the life out of me as I struggled and tried to yell and kick but he didn't let go.
" I. Can't.b..b" I fumbled with words. Finally i felt the life being squeezed out of me and I couldn't do a thing...
" No!!!" I yelled as I opened my eyes. I could feel the wet strands of sweat on my forehead and also my face.. I was shaking all over. I sat up on the couch to explore my surroundings. Through the window I could tell it was already night time.. How did I fall asleep? How did it get so late? Is dad here? Where is mum? Then it registered in my head, I had a nightmare... Again.
I stood up from the couch,still shivering in fear. I put on the light but to brighten the sitting room since it was so dark and it was scaring the hell out of me. I needed to cool down. I need a glass of... What's that smell? Like something is burning or am I imagining things now... Lasagna!!!.. I raced to the kitchen as I flipped the bulb on too. I could smell the aroma of burnt lasagna very well as I was already in the kitchen. I ran to the microwave and opened it..
Smoke smeared out forcefully into my face and I began to cough rapidly. My eyes were burning from the smoke. As I tried to blink I placed my hands into the microwave to bring out the bowl of lasagna.. Well I made a big mistake.
" fuck!!!" I yelled as I pulled my hands out. Idiot, that was so so hot, I ran to the sink as I ran the cold water down my hot hands. It was burning a lot. I didn't need to think twice before knowing that it got burned and by tomorrow blisters would have formed on both of my thumbs and other fingers. I sighed as I took the gloves of the counter, then I brought the bowl out. Wow the lasagna is wow... I dumped the bowl into the sink and I opened the water into the burnt bowl. First day I'm home alone and I already messed up . Almost burning down mum's kitchen. I took off the gloves and I made my way upstairs to the bathroom. I stared at my reflection in the mirror. I looked really bad. My face was swollen and puffy from the long nap and my hair was messy and my eyes were soaked with unshed tears due to the smoke and also the fact that I wanted to cry. I opened the tap and splashed water on my face.
This wasn't going to be enough... I stripped off my clothes quickly and I made my way for the bath tub. After soaking myself for twenty minutes I came out , then Put on my mint green pajamas. I didn't even bother to dry my hair as I head into the bed, with the light off and my eyes wide opened. I could hear the crickets as they croaked in the darkness. I am sure I wouldn't get any sleep. This is going to be a very very long night...
ELIZABETH:My heart pounded in my chest, echoing in my ears as I waited for him to speak, to say the thing I’d been avoiding, the thing I wasn’t sure I was ready to hear.He took a deep breath, and with it, I felt the air in the room shift. “Elizabeth,” he began, his voice low and quiet, but there was a raw edge to it, a vulnerability I rarely saw in him. “I love you.” He paused, his eyes never leaving mine. “I love you so much,"His words hit me like a wave, crashing into me with a force I hadn’t anticipated. My breath caught in my throat, and for a moment, I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. I had known, of course. Deep down, I had always known how he felt, but hearing it out loud, in his voice, with such certainty and conviction—it was overwhelming.“I—” I started, but the words caught in my throat. How could I respond to that? How could I explain everything I had been feeling, everything I had been afraid of, in just a few words? “Adam, I—” I tried again, but the look in his eyes sto
ELIZABETH:Adam.He walked through the entrance, wearing a dark suit, his hair slightly messy like it always was. He looked around the gym for a moment, his eyes scanning the crowd until they found me. And then our eyes locked, and everything else seemed to blur. My heart skipped a beat, and I could barely breathe.I stood there, frozen, as he walked toward me, his expression unreadable. The music, the people, everything around me faded away. All I could focus on was the fact that Adam was here. He had come. After all this time, he had shown up.“Hey,” he said when he reached me, his voice soft but steady. “Can we talk?”I nodded, not trusting my voice to work. My heart was racing, and I could feel the tension between us, thick and heavy. Without another word, we left the gym, slipping out of the side doors into the cool night air. The sky was dark, the stars faintly visible overhead. It was quiet, a stark contrast to the noise and chaos inside the gym.We walked in silence for a few
ELIZABETH:The day of prom finally arrived, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a mix of excitement and nerves. Prom was supposed to be this magical night that you remembered forever, but all I could think about was Adam. The fact that he hadn’t responded to my message still stung. Maybe I shouldn’t have expected him to. After everything that had happened between us, what right did I have to ask him to prom? I stood in front of my mirror, staring at my reflection, trying to focus on something, anything, other than the knot in my stomach. The soft pink dress I’d picked out felt perfect for the occasion, elegant and flowing, but it didn’t feel like me.I felt like I was putting on a show, pretending everything was fine, when really I was drowning in uncertainty. My hair was pinned up in loose curls, and my makeup was subtle, just enough to bring out my features. Cheryl had helped me with the finishing touches, gushing the entire time about how great the night was going to be. I tried t
ELIZABETH:Exams were finally over, and prom was in five days. The relief I felt was hard to put into words, but it wasn’t just the end of exams that had me so distracted. The upcoming prom was hanging over my head like a dark cloud. I should have been excited like everyone else, but there was one person I couldn’t stop thinking about. Adam. The girls and I had just finished shopping for our prom dresses, which was supposed to be one of the most exciting parts of prom prep, but honestly, I had gone through the motions. I picked a dress, tried it on, paid for it, and walked out of the store without feeling any of the usual rush of excitement I would normally feel before a big event like this. I was happy for Cheryl and Alex though—they seemed thrilled with their choices. Cheryl found this glittery, silver number that hugged her body in all the right places, and Alex chose a deep blue dress that made her hazel eyes pop. Meanwhile, my pale pink dress felt like a non-commitment. I coul
ELIZABETH:It felt strange to be back at school, like stepping into a world that had moved on without me. The familiar sounds of chatter in the hallways, the rustling of papers, the ring of the bell—it all seemed so normal, yet I felt completely out of place. I walked through the halls, my head down, avoiding the stares and whispers that followed me. Everyone knew what had happened. They knew my father had been arrested. They knew about the kidnapping, the beatings, and the gunshot that had nearly killed me. And yet, despite the weight of it all, life around me continued as if nothing had changed.I wasn’t sure if I was ready for any of it.As I made my way to my first class, I spotted Alex standing by the lockers, waiting for me. She caught my eye and gave me a small, sympathetic smile before rushing over to me, her arms outstretched.“Betty, hey!” she greeted me, pulling me into a tight hug. “I’m so glad you’re back. How are you feeling?”I didn’t know how to answer that. I hadn’t
ELIZABETH:When I finally opened my eyes, everything around me felt unfamiliar, as though I had been transported to a different world. The room was too bright, too sterile. The soft beeping of a machine beside me was the first sound I registered, a slow and steady rhythm that matched my own heartbeat. My body felt heavy, as if it wasn’t really mine, and a dull, persistent ache in my chest reminded me of what had happened. I blinked, trying to make sense of where I was, why I was here, and then it all came crashing back.The basement. The gunshot. Adam’s face as I threw myself in front of him. The explosion of pain when the bullet hit.I was alive. Somehow, I had survived.It took a moment for the rest of my senses to catch up. My throat was dry, and my mouth tasted like metal. Slowly, I became aware of the soft weight of a hand clutching mine, squeezing it tightly, as if afraid I might disappear again. I turned my head, wincing at the pain, and saw my mother sitting beside the bed. He