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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