The Drama Continues (Part 15)

My heart stopped beating.

“Uh th-that’s not such a good idea, Phoenexia,” I stammered, hurriedly trying to shut the door again. But Phoenexia had placed her boot between the door and the frame and I knew that it was too late to do anything. She pushed me aside and casually walked into my home like she owned it.

“Where’s Iola?” she asked, sending me an icy stare. I looked around uneasily.

“Maybe you didn’t hear me the first time, idiot. WHERE. IS. IOLA?” she asked, her eyes were fixated on mine and I could feel my palms getting sweaty. She slowly drew an object from her black leather jacket and I almost jumped out of my skin when I saw what it was.

WHERE THE HECK DID SHE GET A GUN FROM?!?!?!?!?!?!?!

“Uh, I-I uh I really don’t think that’s necessary, why don’t y-you have some nice coffee w-with us and uh w-we-well we can talk about this nicely you know like human beings you know why don’t we put those d-dangerous objects like the one you’re holding s-somewhere far away like a lake or something or m-maybe bury it-” my nervous babbling was abruptly cut off by Phoenexia’s nose in my face. She had me pressed up against the wall with her gun pointed to my chest.

“Do you want to live, Schitin?” she asked. I gulped. It was at that unfortunate moment that Iola chose to laugh extremely loudly. I groaned. Phoenexia smiled and let me go, then walked over to the kitchen area, grabbed Iola by her hair and dragged her out through the front door, but not before she turned to give me a deathly stare once more.

“Call the cops, Sky. I dare you.” she muttered. She shoved Iola into a car that looked eerily familiar and then sped off down the road at lightning speed. I heard the sound of a motorcycle approaching and saw Xycobra coming down the road towards me.

“You okay, Sky?” he asked, his eyes full of concern.

“Iola, Phoenexia, gun, they’re gone,” I managed to blurt out. Tears were pouring out of my eyes and my body was trembling severely.

“I know. You better get inside again and lock up. I’ll go get Iola. Go on,” he said. But I didn’t move. I couldn’t.

“I’m coming with you,” I said suddenly.

“What?! NO, NO YOU’RE NOT. INSIDE, NOW!” he ordered, but I stood there staring at him stubbornly. (I wanted to stomp my feet too but I didn’t think it was the right time)

“It’s dangerous! No way Sky, go inside! Hey! Wh-what are you doing? Why are you climbing on my bike-NO! Geroff! SKY!”

“Move already, will you?” I said after I had climbed onto the bike. He sighed and shook his head, then reluctantly shoved his helmet on my head.

“Ow.” I mumbled.

I’m afraid of bikes. I don’t know why I did that. I feel extremely stupid. Darn.

We trailed the car that Phoenexia had taken off in for about ten minutes when I suddenly had a flashback and I realised why her car had seemed so familiar.

It was the same black BMW with tinted windows that I had seen speeding off the day Xycobra had gotten shot.

Copyright Aakifah Mahomed 15 December 2015


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A strange night (Part 14)

I could not believe what had happened that day. Not only did I realise that Iola had actually been a victim all along, but I also realised that Phoenexia was not as innocent as I had thought. I could also not believe that I had invited Iola over to my house for a sleepover to help her feel a little safe. Yes. I did that. DON’T JUDGE ME.

“Hello Sky!” I opened my front door to an extremely bubbly Iola. She had the largest smile plastered across her face and was clutching a fluffy white pillow in her hand.

“Uh, hi there. Come on in,” I said awkwardly. EXTREMELY awkwardly. I was cringing on the inside so much I could literally feel my stomach flattening against my spine. This is all Xycobra’s fault…as usual. He forced me to invite Iola over because he thought that Phoenexia might plan another attack and-

“Eeeeeep you have a cat ermagersh ermagersh ermagersh eeeeep take it awayyyyy it’s ahhhhh!” my thoughts were interrupted by a screeching Iola as she hopped around my lounge from foot to foot flailing her hands violently. She jumped onto the couch…then fell off…then jumped back on, all the while staring wildly at my cat, Ginger, who merely sat on the opposite couch staring at her blankly. I stifled a giggle and resisted the urge to video her.

“Calm down, she doesn’t scratch or bite and doesn’t come near strangers,” I said, which made her relax a little. “So…what’s the deal with Phoenexia?” I asked after a little while, sipping on a juice box. (Don’t laugh. Those aren’t only for kids…are they?!)

“Phoenexia?” she asked, looking slightly uneasy. “You want to talk about that, huh?” she looked down, trying to hide the tears that were slowly welling in her eyes. “I don’t have a home, Sky. Or parents. Or anything, really. Phoenexia…I met her a few years back. She promised to give me everything I needed in return for…a few…uh, favours.” she finished, looking away in sadness. “She sort of let me live in this amazing house, with everything….I literally had everything. I pretended they belonged to my parents but…I don’t have any so. I guess I’ve been a fake all along, haven’t I?” she asked, looking at me expectantly. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat. I can’t hug her! I don’t know what to do! I’m awkward!

….Send help!

“Uhhhh noooo!” I giggled awkwardly. Don’t ask me why I was giggling. I don’t know myself. Nevertheless she smiled.

“You’re quite weird, aren’t you?” she laughed. I blushed awkwardly. “Xycobra is a sweetie, isn’t he? He told you to invite me over so I’d be safe, right?” she gushed. I felt my cheeks turning red hot and my blood beginning to boil. WHO WAS SHE CALLING SWEETIE!

She giggled suddenly. “Relax, Sky. I didn’t mean it like that,” she said teasingly, making me blush again. “So…pillow fight?” she asked, grinning mischievously.

Wait, what?!

WHAM!

Pillow in my face. Feathers in my mouth. Feathers in my nostrils. Feathers in places where feathers should never be…FEATHERS EVERYWHERE. I am a human feather duster.

The next day

I awoke to the sound of loud giggling and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. I walked into the kitchen only to find my mum and Iola giggling over breakfast. That uh….was an interesting sight.

“Your friend here is so sweet, what a lovely girl!” my mum gushed. Yeah, my ‘friend’…

I was about to grab a cup for myself (breakfast had very rudely only been prepared for two) when I heard a sudden bang at the front door. I hurriedly opened it, only to immediately regret doing so. Phoenexia was staring at me with a deathly glare.

“Hello there, Sky. Might if I join you for breakfast?”

Copyright Aakifah Mahomed 12 December 2015


 

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