KRIS:
I woke up to hands shaking me on my bed, "Bitch wake up." They shook me again, "Wake up!” She screamed.
Fucking Paige.
"Why are you here so early and why are you disturbing my beauty sleep?" I asked with my eyes closed, pulling the comforter tightly against me.
"Well, I can't be home alone so here I am, bugging you. Now open your damn eyes or I'll give you an early bath." She said sassily.
"Who the fuck let you into my house at this time of the day?" I asked, snapping my eyes open. I was not ready to challenge Paige because I knew she would do it.
"I let myself in, duh. And lemme answer your unasked question, your mum gave me a spare key some time ago." She grinned.
"Y'all hate me." I groaned covering myself with the comforter.
"I'm happy it's beginning to sink into your brain." She laughed and I gave her the middle finger.
"What's the time?" I reached for my phone from the bedside table to see that it was 11 a.m.
"OMG!" I screamed as I scampered out of bed. I pulled on my pajama shorts and made my way out of the room.
Before you judge me, it was a Saturday and I'm not a morning person but I usually tend to wake up earlier than that.
I made my way to the kitchen with Paige on my tail. I brewed two cups of coffee with the coffee maker and handed one to Paige before I started making sandwiches for both of us. After I finished making the sandwiches, we were about to eat when I heard my phone ringing. I left to answer the call.
A few minutes later, I head back to the kitchen to eat. My gaze swept the kitchen island but I only saw one cup of coffee.
"Where's my sandwich?" I asked Paige.
"Right here." She tapped her tummy, grinning mischievously.
"What the—”
"Yeah, I know. I eat a lot these days." She interrupted me which earned her a glare from me.
"Don't worry you'll make another one. Easy peasy. And oh, I'll help myself with the coffee."
"Don't you dare!"
She gulped from it before I could stop her.
"I dare you." She laughed, taking another sip from it.
And there goes my breakfast. Bitch.
We made it till noon without killing each other. We were lying on a sofa in the sitting room lazily with our limbs wrapped around each other.
"How do you survive at home all alone?" She asked, stretching out on the sofa.
"The Internet and sometimes friends visit."
So, Ladies and Gentlemen, have I told you my life is boring? Well, not boring but it's still not fun. I'm mostly home alone because my mom is a doctor so she barely has time for herself let alone to spend with me. And as for my dad, well, he passed away. Don't feel sorry for me. It's no big deal. I mean it happened a year ago and I'm kind of over it, though it's still a hash topic for me. Also, I have no siblings. So, I spend most of my time alone at home or I hang out with my friends if they are free.
"Friends like who?" Paige asked.
"Who else if not you, Chris and Lexi?" For someone who was my friend, she could be dumb at times.
"You need to go out more. We'll have to do something about that." I could tell she was already planning our next big adventure.
Getting into clubs with fake IDs was just a tiny part of what Paige got me to do. The bitch was bat-shit crazy but I loved her for it because she added color to my boring life.
"Whatever it is you're planning, I'll have to think about it before I follow through with you."
"Oh, please. Just trust me."
Yeah, right. I rolled my eyes.
Whenever Paige asked me to trust her, she was going to do something crazy.
"And you're not allowed to say no." She wiggled her brows and I narrowed my eyes at her.
"Oh, please…have a little faith in me. Oh, ye woman of little faith." She made a sad face.
"You're sick. And it's men of little faith, not women."
Don't be deceived by what we’re saying. We’re not that religious. It's just us saying what we've heard people say.
I know. We're weird.
"I know but you're a woman or do you have a dick that I don't know off?” She narrowed her eyes at me.
"Yeah. It's right under my pussy. Come take a look." I rolled my eyes.
"For a tiny second, I almost believed you." She laughed, "Okay let's be serious. What are your plans for tomorrow?"
"I don't have any plans."
"Great. We can—” Her phone rang and she picked it up. I tried to eavesdrop but I heard nothing. Minutes later, she ended the call and got up from the couch.
"So, I have to go. I have an appointment." She grinned.
Huh? Appointment? Knowing Paige, she was probably up to some adventure.
"You mean a dickppointment?" I coughed out, wiggling my brows.
She looked at me, feigning shock.
"You think so low of me. I'm hurt." She sniffed while wiping fake tears from her face. I started laughing at her.
"Go and enjoy your life, my child." I drawled, laughing. She attempted to smack my head but I scrambled from her reach.
"See ya later, bitch. And we're still gonna plan that outing later." She said, walking towards the door.
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After Paige left, I took a nap.
Yeah, you heard me right. There are only two things I'm good at in life. The first is eating a lot of food and the second is sleeping. I sleep a lot. Like, have you seen me sleeping? I pass out while at it.
I napped for most of the afternoon. When I woke up I decided to go for a run.
I slipped on a pair of black joggers and a tank top before making my way outside as I plugged in my AirPods and connected them to my playlist. Teeth by 5 Seconds of Summer streamed into my ears as I took off.
I ran for about ten minutes before I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket. I stopped to look at it. It was a text from my mom. I opened it and began reading it while walking.
Suddenly, I hit a really hard wall.
"Ouch…" I looked up.
What the hell? It's not a wall but a human body.
"Are you made of bricks?" I questioned while rubbing my forehead.
Shit. Shouldn't have said that. I scolded myself.
I was the one who was using my phone while walking.
"Err, I'm sorry, okay. I wasn't focused on where I was going." I raised my head to see a guy towering above me.
His eyes were red like those of a chain smoker and he had a mischievous grin on his face. I was scared by his appearance. I looked around to see it was dark and the street was deserted.
"Hmm, you're sorry. Well, I could accept that but you're a pretty thing so—” He croaked out.
"Excuse me?" I stepped back, my anxiety increasing.
He took two steps forward, reaching for my hand but I turned to run away. My body immediately came in contact with another hard wall.
Oh God, no.
I've watched movies about stuff like this.
I opened my mouth to scream but a hand was immediately placed over it and I began struggling. I thought about kneeing him in the balls but almost instantly he spun me around to face the first guy, with one of his hands covering my mouth and the other holding my two hands tightly.
"We've been watching your perky ass for some time now, you come for a run every evening. You're gonna be ours today." He laughed maliciously.
"She's not yours." I heard a voice approaching us from the darkness.
I turned my head towards the direction it came from but only saw a dark figure. I tried screaming with the hand covering my mouth but his grip was so tight that I could practically feel my teeth repositioning themselves.
"Whoever you are, I'd suggest you walk away like you've seen nothing." The guy holding me said in a menacing voice.
Please don't go away. I prayed silently.
"Last chance." The voice replied coldly.
The red-eyed guy turned towards the direction of the voice and was ready for a fight, however, suddenly his body dropped to the ground with a cracking sound, as if he broke a bone.
Upon seeing that, the guy holding me released me and ran away at the speed of light.
"Who are you?" Leave it to me to ask a stupid question after being saved.
"You're welcome." The voice rumbled.
Wait! That sounds familiar.
I knew only one person that had a voice that was deep and different.
"Angel?" I questioned in a shaky voice.
"You shouldn't be out this late." I heard the familiar deep voice reply.
Suddenly I remembered what had just happened.
"Wait, y-you, you just killed a man?" I asked in a shaky voice.
I heard no reply. I was almost convinced that he had left but then he released a breath.
"Would you have preferred they hurt you?" He asked coldly.
"N-no but, but that was too extreme." My reply came out in a shaky voice.
"But you're safe now." He took a step forward but I stepped back. "What now? You're scared of me?" His voice was colder than it had been.
Was I? He just killed a man within the snap of a finger. I definitely should be.
"I'm no longer your Angel?" He asked coldly.
"I-I have to go." I turned around and ran away as fast as my legs could carry me with the guilt of being responsible for a man's death gnawing at me.
I reached my house, rushing inside immediately. Throughout my run home, I felt as if I was being followed. After locking the door I checked the windows to see if anyone was outside. I saw a dark figure on the street. I knew who it was.
With shaky legs, I ran up to my room and locked the door. Thereafter, I closed the window in an attempt to get away from him.
Yet I couldn't get rid of the creepy feeling of being watched. And again, I felt dirty and bloody for witnessing a man lose his life. In haste to get clean, I rushed into the bathroom to take a cold shower, hoping it'll make me feel better.