C9 Rachel

Freya’s Pov

I took her in one final time, my eyes roaming her body like a security camera. She was emitting a negative energy and directly gave off the vibe of Evelyn.

“I’ll wait for you. You should wash up because you look like a mess, then we can head out to the mall,” she told me sweetly.

My eyes bulged and my mouth fell open as I gaped at her. This was how I reacted within myself while discreetly cursing for making such quick and rash judgment of her.

Her attributes were not sitting well with me. I’ve never been wrong before about a person's character. It was not like I had made many judgments on people in the past but I was always right when it came to Evelyn.

Deep down my heart was tugging at me to believe that she was a nice sweet girl just like her voice but I strongly agreed otherwise.

Her character was off and she looked like she rolled her eyes and grumbled when she was assigned the assignment.

I don’t believe it. For all I knew she could be a sly. A snake. She was playing the two faced card. Be sweet to me in my presence while she secretly plotted ways of bringing me down.

Well two can play the game, so, game on bitch.

“Thank you, I’ll be quick,” I smiled, staring at her. She returned my gesture with a wilder smile.

There it was! That smile. I was right, definitely sly.

I got into my room. It was big and numerous but at the same while was empty with just a bed and wardrobe. I got into the bathroom. The fine marble tiles were chilly as it spread cold up my spine.

A short while later I was out of the bathroom. I didn’t stay back to admire the craft work done in the bathroom. It was not like I did not want to stay back and adore it, I wanted to, with everything inside of me. My room back at Eastwood pack was nothing this big. It was a small room like that of a box designed specifically for a rat. It was, if I wasn’t mistaken and it was a cage.

This was my room, I had a big queen size room and bed to myself that still puzzled me till this very moment and it was always as if it were a dream. A dream that I would rather die in than wake up to the cruel world I had been introduced to.

I repeated my outfit and went downstairs to meet with Racheal.

“I didn’t quite get your name,” My head spun to her of their own accord and stared at her questionably.

She shrugged her shoulders, “I don’t want to have to crack my head up cooking up on how I should address you,” she said plainly. Sly indeed.

Since I wanted to play the fool’s game with her. I smiled and muttered, “I’m Freya.”

“That’s a lovely name. I like it.” I held back the urge to bite. As if she didn’t like it I would cry to Artemis. Her thoughts were not viable to me.

“Okay let’s go get your new dresses, we don’t want you dressing like a dude. One may see you and confuse you for the Lycan king,” she teased. A smile broke out from me before I abruptly realized myself.

I collected myself, smoothed out the dress that did not need smoothening, pulled on the herm and said, “okay let’s go,” treading past her.

“It’s not that way,” she called out.

‘F*ck!’ I cursed inwardly.

“It’s this way,” she pointed to the opposite direction from where I stood.

A huffed sigh left my mouth as I strolled to her. We walked down this path quietly till we came to face a metal door locked on the ground.

It was one of those doors used for big supermarkets or warehouses. She unhooked the padlock and pushed it open.

In there sat a fleet of cars. When I walked inside, I saw them all with their car keys. Tell me he’s a car dealer without saying it. What the fuck, this is much.

After I was done with gaping at the cars and their models, Racheal cleared her throat. Almost forgot she was there. She gave out a genuine smile and said, “make your choice.”

“What? You’re kidding,” I asked in disbelief.

A knowing smile stretched out on her lips as she nodded her head that she was in fact very serious.

“You can pick any cars of your choice.”

“Any car?” Still in disbelief.

“Any car love, anyone,” she sang.

“And who would drive? I can assure you that I've never even driven not even a two wheel bicycle.”

“Leave the driving to me, you just choose,” a one sided smirk on her lip line.

“Shut up! Shut up. You can drive!”

She laughed as she saw the bewildered look of amazement on my face. She can’t fu-cking be serious.

“I tell you love, choose any car and I will drive you. If you did not know, I was his driver.”

I yelped in shock, completely forgetting that I should not be conversing with her. It was better this way, she wouldn’t know that I knew who she was to him. Just like they always said, ‘keep your enemies closer’. It wasn’t like I was enjoying her company. These were all just an act. It wasn’t my fault that I was such a good actor. I should be casted for real. Anyway Racheal was not my problem. For now I was focused on these babies. These latest colourful babies.

“Okay then, I choose…,” my words faded out as I looked around for the best car, a car to my taste gland. To my style.

Aha! I saw ‘the one’. I did not need no other confirmation, the moment my eyes landed on it, I knew. It was this or never. “That one,” I pointed to the black Ferrari.

She squealed by my choice. “Yes!” She jumped and said “well we have a mall to invade.”

She quickly got in and steamed the car. The sound resonated within me, bringing about joy and a full rush of adrenaline. I squealed and jumped into the empty side of the driver’s spot.

Her hands fisted as she did like she was punching the air with excitement. Her hands inspected the car one more time, touching the steering wheel so tenderly. She pushed out and sniffed the car.

“Thank you for choosing this car,” she muttered and kissed the wheel one more time before she turned to me and told me, “buckle up mademoiselle, this is going to be a bumpy ride,” she shined teeth at me.

In the spur of the moment, she turned poker face on as she gripped the steering wheel one more time, her leg on the break, steaming the car. As she turned to me, she flashed me a smile and I quickly put on my seatbelt. Held it for dear life when I realized that I got in a car with a car psychopath.

Her face was back on the road.

‘Moon goddess save me,’ I let out a prayer and she zoomed off after. Going at a high speed.

‘If I make it back alive? I’m never riding with her again’ my eyes were closed as I made this promise. I really might die.