Taunt

Taunt
Ana’s POV

"Did you feel that?" She polls, flexing her fingers after it meets with my face in a strong blow.

"Fuck!" I clamor in pain at the impact, the metallic taste of blood meets my taste buds.

"How about more evidence?" She sneers in inquiry, smacking me on the cheek.

"Why are you doing this Emily?" I interrogate, not fathoming what could have led her to this.

"Oh come on, don't act like you didn't see it coming," she grunts, bending to my height.

"I didn't!" I shout in retort.

"Are you sure?" She jeers, and spits in my face, cackling afterward.

"I'm not dirty-minded as you Emily, I forgave you and took you as a friend," I argue.

"Really? After all, I did?" She interviews, her outlook changing to one of surprise.

"Yes Emily," I notify, gaping at her as tears form in my eyes. "I gave you a second chance and took you in, I believed you."

"Wow," she lets out. "I guess you are naive."

"Yes I'm naive," I concur, bestowing her a sad glimpse. "I'm naive because I forgave my ex-bestfriend whom I missed and love, despite all the hurtful things she's said and done, I decided to let her in once again."

"That makes you stupid then," she chuckles, retreating to her former position.

"I agree, I am stupid," I blurt, my mood changing. "But you, you are a worthless, heartless bitch, no wonder no one loves you, no one wants to be with you, no one cares for you, because you are a terrible human being."

"Shut up!" She screams stomping her feet, my words getting to her.

"You are a demon Emily, one that sucks the happiness away from people, one that leaves darkness in its wake," I go on to say. 

"I said shut the fuck up!" She shrieks, stepping her heeled shoe on my toe that causes me to release a loud cry as the pain travels straight to my brain where it allows my eyes to release the held back tears. "Next time when I speak, you obey."

"I can only obey one person with all my heart and that is GOD, not you," I hiss, clenching my eyes as I strive to bear the anguish I'm feeling while I try to clench and unclench my toes.

"Oh really," she snickers, her eyes widening. "We'll see how that will go when you stay here till whenever. Oh, and when you go into labor."

"You are a snake Emily," I blurt, shaking in my chair as I have the urge to tackle her and bash her head on the pavement, the satisfaction I'll derive from seeing her blood merging with the floor will make me happy for life.

"So I've been told," she chuckles, flipping her black wig behind her. Her attire of all black from the jacket to her leather pants and boots typical for the role she's taking.

"Who were you speaking with when I woke?" I inquire, spitting out the blood I've been packing my mouth for a little time. My throat gnawing me from inside as thirst overrides me.

"Who do you think it is?" She asks in a laugh.

"I didn't quite hear much so I can't guess," I clarify.

"Who else will it be if not Daniel, the dude was sounding scared," she informs, rolling her eyes. "I even had to give him little assurance by telling him you went to see your parents as a result of an urgent call."

"I heard that part," I say.

"At least that will keep him busy for now," she asserts. 

"You said it yourself, for now," I smile, taunting her.

"Don't get your hopes up," she warns. "Daniel won't come to your rescue, no one will."

"You know, Oluchi warned me about meeting with you," I confess, remembering what I was told.

"You didn't listen," she laughs. "Why am I surprised? It even makes it easier."

"How does it make it easier?" I request, confused.

"She won't worry as much, even if she does, pride won't let her take action," she states.

"Oluchi isn't like that," I defend.

"You'll be shocked," she giggles. "You never really know people till a situation arises."

"Yeah, I know that now," I bob my head, thinking of her.

"Get comfortable my dear, because no one is coming to your rescue," she mocks, walking to the door.

"You are forgetting God," I smile at her figure. "He will make a way out."

"Even if He does, the guards won't let you leave," she snorts, knocking on the wood and it opens from outside, a muscular man dressed in the same shade of clothes as her, his head tied in a black bandana, grey dyed hair peeking at the ends.

"You underestimate God," I blurt, the wood clanging shut, blocking my image of them. "The guards were present when Jesus left the tomb."