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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