C47 The people love me

Freya’s pov

Demons, demons were just the right words to describe the court. They didn't strike to have an atom of light in them.

Just after I had woken, they took it as their prime duty to remind me that I had a ball to attend just after a near-death experience. Of course they didn't care, this shouldn't be a surprise but at least I had thought they'd show a little bit of human emotions. Well so much for thinking they were something other than leeches. I never always made the right judgment.

Pushing past their vile taste in my throat, which was apparently the court, the sweet scent of soft and tender flowers filled my nose.

The hospital room was scented with petals of soft buds. By the head of my bed stood three baskets of well-selected flowers of different colors and peculiar fragrances.

The little gesture had gone a long way into my small heart, it lit up fireflies in my soul and put a warm smile on my face to know that I was accepted by some already in their hearts. It was no doubt a small gesture, but this small gestures had gone a long way to become something grand to me.

Earlier this morning when the sun had risen to the apex in the sky, pack members had gone beyond their way, to pick flowers and bring as a congratulatory message. My soul swelled within me as the knowledge that my pack members were warming up to me.

So for the moment I plowed out the deep rotten vile of the court and basked in the sweet relishing fragrance love from my pack members.

“It will be an honor to serve you,” I said and crouched down to sniff the flower—-

“What are you doing?” a familiar voice asked from the door. Veering around, I'm met with a usual blonde, Loretta!

“Loretta!” I called, a little too excited. Well you can't blame me, she was the only friend that thought it wise to come and see me while I still was in the hospital.

Speaking of friends, my mind veered to Rachael. I didn't know if to describe her as a friend was still a thing. Considering our previous encounter. But for now, I was thrilled to see Loretta.

“Hmmm, someone seems happy, I saw you on tv, as you kicked Merona’s ass. I was so thrilled. That bitch needed to be put in her place,” the excitement was apparent in her eyes. She expressed her long ages of resentment for Merona from her mere speech. This gender.

Nodding my head I muttered “yes yes yes,” and patted her shoulder.

It was strange, I didn't feel the bond as I did with Racheal, most especially when we shared identical bitterness for Merona.

Racheal.

She didn't come, not even to check if I was alive.

“Anyway, I brought you this!” she flashed the bouquet at my face, making me to stumble back in shock as she held it to my face.

Another flower.

Isn't she just lovely.

No one from Racheal not even a stem or a dry one on the ground.

Smiling, I gently took the flower from her and sniffed, “this is so beautiful,” I told her as my face was buried in the delight of flowers, sniffing them as I did the others.

I turned to the basket of flowers that sat on the once-empty table, and just like the rest, I set them down and smiled at every one of them like a child who just got new toys.

The flowers for me may not be new toys but they erupted just the same feeling.

“I heard you've been discharged,” Loretta muttered to me. Reluctantly, I whipped my face from the innocent soft lovely petals in front of me and turned to answer her question.

“Yeah,” I answered solemnly because by thinking of that, my mind veered towards Artemis, and just in that pattern my head hopped on that train to the pack, getting to the pack, it landed on The court. The demons.

“Why isn't he here? I can't believe he left you all by yourself after which you fought the devil and brought victory to him,” she said in disdain. A scowl on her face in disapproval of his act.

Yeah, I really was wrong on this one.

She never did like Artemis.

On a much cordial day, I would have let her to her assumptions, so that I could have someone I could trash Artemis with, but today wasn't the day, unfortunately.

“Oh no, the court called him,” I sullenly corrected her misconceptions, much to my displeasure.

“Argh!!!! The court, whatever for?” clear revulsion purging out of her tone. A slight accent poking out, something I hadn't taken keen of.

I was beginning to pack my things, and yes, I was taking my flowers with me, they were mine after all.

“I know, I already feel weary going back there,” I said in an equivalent tone. I wasn't quite looking forward to it either, with all the facade I had to put on because they were watching me like a freakling aggressor.

Grumbling, I dwindled towards the table, wearing a long and sullen look.

Argh!!!

Could I just not go?

I was looking forward to my return to my bed but now I didn't want to anymore.

I guess you have to be careful about what you wish for.

“Are you taking those home with you?” Loretta had asked me, pointing to the basket of flowers that I garnered. My hand came up around them in a possessive manner.

“Yes, I am!” I answered sharply. It was given to me after all, it would be such a waste to leave such innocent and delicate things here.

They'd feel abandoned and that was the furthest of the nicest thing to do to my presents.

Loretta’s nose scrunched up and she scrutinized me with her eyes, peering as I maneuvered different ways to pack them.

She gave out a sigh and went, “Here, here, let me help you,” she said and came to assist me. She picked up a basket of flowers and placed on top another.

I had nothing much to pack, aside from my book and clothes and the sweet welcoming gestures; the flowers. I stayed back and studied the room once more, waiting for the abrupt arrival of one person.

Racheal.

Loretta gaited through the door, she held it ajar and

waited for me.

“Are you coming or did you forget something,” she let out, a little irritated with the load on her hand.

I did forget something.

Or someone did forget me.

Either way, something was forgotten.

Racheal.

That was it, she didn't come.

“I'm out,” I declared and joined her in the light, white hallway.

We placed the buckets of flowers in the trunk of the car, Loretta retreated and advanced to the door of the car. Just then something flat and white caught my attention.

Curious driven, my hands reached out for it. Just then Loretta called out, “Get in, let's move, we don't have the whole day.”

I veered towards the car and found her in the driver's spot, I looked at her perplexed for a beat.

“I'm driving, now hop on!” she squealed, and abruptly, the sense of Deja vu flashed before me.

Racheal.

She was always this excited when she drove me, not me necessarily but when she had contact with anything with engines; cars.

I pushed back the pang in my chest and forced out a smile, and just as she had said, I hopped on. Something sharp poked me in the pocket of my clothes and I hastily reached out for it, when I did, I discovered a small square of flat thick paper in my cloth.

Inspecting it, I peered it around. The italic writing had me frozen. The style wasn't what perplexed me, but rather the meaning, the words it held.

Fear like twine, crept through me from the paper as I knew only one thing, my stalker was back and I was going to encounter him soon.

His words read……