C3 On the Run

I ran as fast as my legs could carry me not daring to look back in fear of what I might see, I ran, I ran back to the streets following the main road to my house, it was a bad idea following the alleyway, it was even more of a stupid Idea to listen to my irrational side, I ran back hope on reaching my street I slowed down taking in gulps of air, I gasped loudly holding my stomach trying to get as much air as possible into my lungs.

I finally turned around to see that no one was chasing or following me, come to think of it I never heard thumps or gunshot when I ran, no one followed me or ran after me, there were no car tires screeching or horns, no blinding lights from the car head, they never followed me.

But I had always read that the mafia lord would chase her and take her as his, but it was a very different thing in my situation. Come to think of it, I did the same stupid thing I cursed the female lead in the books always do, I let curiosity get the better of me.

For some reason, the fictional part of me wished the don had chased me, probably whip me off my feet, but that was all fiction, none of it happened in real life, I trailed home feeling weak and deranged from all the running I had done, entering the porch of my house I opened my bag inserting my hands in it to bring out my purse which had the house key in it but I came up with nothing and that was when it clicked, it panics my purse had fallen off in the alley, that maybe probably why they didn’t chase me.

“Fuck!” I exclaimed, raking my hand through my hair, Grandma must be sleeping already and I didn’t keep the spare key outside.

“Fuck!” I yelled again, hitting my head on the door.

“Grandma!” I yelled, banging it.

“Grandma!” I yelled again, there was some shuffling coming from inside before I had the calm soft voice of my Grandma.

“I’m coming,” she said. I rested the side of my body on the wall waiting for the door to open, a click and the creaking of the door indicated that the door had been opened.

“Grandma” I cried out hugging her before pulling her into the house and locking the door.

“What is wrong Amelia?” she questioned seeing my tear-stained panicked face.

“oh, nothing is wrong mum, just that I am stressed out and also I was scared of the dark, no big deal,” I said trying to convince her, she looked at me with raised eyebrows not believing me but she didn't question me.

“So would you like to eat I made Chinese rice with turkey I know you would love it,” she said with a bright smile, though I didn’t have the appetite to eat her smile alone made me want to eat the food, she probably made it with so much love and rejecting it would only make her worry and I just couldn’t risk that.

“Yes, mum I would like some,” I said with great enthusiasm entering the kitchen and taking a seat on the chair, Grandma served the food for me with turkey and orange juice; I smiled widely at the food placed on my table as I begin to dig into it, moaning in content at the first bite.

“Grandma, this is so good,” I said, sipping the orange juice.

“I know I made it specially for you, eat up my child, and go freshen up and sleep, tomorrow is another day,” she said softly patting my head before retiring back to her room, I continue eating my food flushing it down with the orange juice as I munched on my turkey, I was eating happily almost forgetting about what happened earlier until I felt like someone was watching me, I looked around the kitchen but saw no one, looking at the kitchen window I stood up from my chair and hurriedly ambled to it opening the shutters but I saw no one.

I was gradually getting paranoid for no reason.

I closed the shutters and walked back to my seat eating up the remaining food a little too fast, I wash up the plate and leave for my room, entering my room I turned on the switch glad to be back in my room, I quickly freshen up, putting on a sweatshirt and shorts I plop down into my bed, my whole bones relaxing as I snuggled in my bed falling into a deep slumber.

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I walked Into my room the cold air teasing the hairs on my skin, my room was extremely cold, and the reason for the cold coming from my open window, but I had closed it before leaving, I switch on my light and moved to my window I was captivated by the setting sun that I forgot the main reason for walking over to the window in the first place, the sun cast beautiful shadows over the sky which reflected on my face, I watched the sun till it went down before shutting my window and curtain, I was about to plop down on my bed when I notice a piece of paper taped to my dressing mirror, I scrunched up my face in wonder my eyebrows raised.

What was a paper doing on my mirror? I asked myself as I took slow steps towards it. My eyes trained on the mirror that I didn’t notice the wooden box on the floor until my legs collided with it.

“Ouch!!!” I cried out in pain as I looked at the wooden box on the floor, picking it up the pungent smell emitting from it has me squeezing my nose, I opened the box to see a dried decaying heart with a sticky note on it which said “Read the note on your mirror”

My whole body went into great shock as I couldn’t react at the moment; I walked monotonously to the note on my mirror which read

“I’m coming for you”

And finally, my body reacted as I screamed bloody murder.