The Devil was driving the cab.
At this point, I wasn't even surprised to see him anymore and I felt the first signs of a splitting migraine as he continued to weave the car at insane speed not the least disturbed by the heavy rain.
Molly's eyes were still closed, with her plump, pink lips slightly parted and wet hair matting to her soft face. I wondered if she had fallen asleep by her own will or that of our infamous driver. It was probably the latter.
"Are you following me now?" I asked.
"Yes." He replied without an ounce of hesitation and I didn't know whether I was supposed to be creeped out or reassured by the thought. "And I helped you out of this rain, didn't I?"
"Thanks," I murmured sourly. "Also, could you maybe slow down, I wouldn't want to die before my twenty-two days are up." The dark, casual tone that I used to refer to my death scared me. Had I accepted my fat
I couldn't breathe.The large hand was firmly clamped on my throat, restricting any such luxury such as breathing. I fought the hand, desperately clawing at it when she spoke. I was startled to look at the face of my strangler and discover that it was in fact a giant woman.There were no other words to describe her safe from giant. The clear hairnet she had on did nothing to cover her short, mousy brown hair framing her square jawed face which held the first bearings of a sprouting moustache. A mole stood out on her cheek and her huge blossom rose up and down rapidly as her large, frying pan sized hands continued gripping my neck."Johnson!" She yelled, and my ears temporarily went out of commission then I heard static. "This chica is what's chasing you?"I could understand why she called me chica, most people tended to do that because of my exotic looks. My dad was part Latin and part Mexican and I had his
Friday, Day 11.Things were finally looking up.Our school was no different from those typical ones we read in books; we had the jocks, the cheerleaders, the nerds, the computer geeks and the whole lot. However, the only difference was that we barely related with those that weren't in our cliques, meaning your only friends were those on the same social status as you.Our seating arrangements during lunch even showed the segregation clearly, the popular kids sat separate from the ones with no social status, it was the rule of the jungle called high school. I usually sat with Molly and the other cheerleaders at our special table outside. It was more of a school patio converted hangout for us. Yeah, the school didn't complain about it, why? Because the boys liked it, the jocks were everything.This town loved football more than anything, so these boys were hero worshipped.
Saturday, Day 12.My body was literally on fire.I groaned once again, making the girls put on those worried looks once more. Amanda, placing her pom poms down knelt beside me on the bench and reached out to feel my tummy which I was currently gripping.Her big, blue beautiful eyes showed intense worry for her fellow teammate and once again, I remembered this was why she deserved to get Darren. The thought snapped away as fast as it came when another shot of aches coursed through my system and I involuntarily yelled in pain. I closed my eyes, wondering why my body chose today to behave this way, we had a game right now, I was supposed to be out there, not acting as a liability here. I had started feeling the first bearings of pain earlier during practice earlier today but it got intense about an hour ago.It was an unexplainable kind of pain in the sense that I wasn't feeling it in just
Day 13.Sundays were my rest days, basically my favorite day of the week.Binge watching TV.Stuffing my face with junk that would give Amanda an instant heart attack.Wearing sweats all day.Those were my ideal Sundays, only this Sunday wasn't turning out too well and the first sign that today was going to go all wrong came in the form of my sleep deprived mom walking into the kitchen to announce that she wanted to spend the day with me. I was naturally surprised, I couldn't even remember the last time I had hung out with my mom.It was always work, I was used to it though, at least I still had her. I hadn't talked to my father in years now, I wasn't even sure of his whereabouts now, yeah, it was that bad.I had nodded and quietly continued nibbling on my waffles while she continued to stare at me critically. After coming to pick me up f
Day 14It was official, I hated this job.I stared at the ancient, black coffeemaker once again, trying to remember what Darra said to do whenever it stopped working. I couldn't even remember a thing of what the strawberry blonde had told me before hurriedly dashing off, no doubt happy to be relieved of her shift.I had resumed my job at the tea shop just today, after cheer leading practice and Phil had explained I would be working shifts with Darra at the counter, it seemed pretty easy until she had left over an hour ago and the crowd had started to increase rapidly.Between collecting orders, preparing the drinks and serving the pastries I had been totally overwhelmed and the misbehaving of the coffee machine felt like the last straw on the camel's back."What is taking the coffee so long?" I heard Blake ask, staring at me from the other side of the counter. He had been on his
Day 15The oddest thing happened when I opened my locker on Tuesday morning to remove my Biology textbooks as I had that class at the moment and was currently running late.Lock picking and hijacking was quite common in this school so it didn't really surprise me when I found out my lock had been picked and padlock now lying idly inside the locker. I took quick inventory of my things and found out nothing had been touched. My things were exactly as I had left them, even the opened pack of gummy bears were still as I had left them.Why then did they attack my locker and what had they been looking for?I pulled out my textbook, slammed the locker, taking extra care to lock the padlock carefully and inwardly made a decision to go get a better padlock at the store. The second bell went off just as I skidded into Mr Reynolds class.He had been pointing at the fake skeleton we ha
Day 16.I screwed up with Blake big time.It was official, the sight of Darren pushed all my rational thoughts away and filled my head with air. I was beginning to understand why girls that hung around hot guys were called airheads.I had agreed to meet up with Blake in the library and was in fact, on my way there when I ran into Darren at the entrance. His coffee brown skin seemed to glow under the blue polo shirt and my eyes seemed to be magnetized by his wide chest as he smirked down at me."Hey, Chica." His voice was sex, pure, raw sex and I felt my skin dance in anticipation of nothing and everything at the same time. I tried to focus on the posters behind him, the planning committee had obviously been getting ready for Halloween."Darren." I fiddled with the handles of my tote bag now. "We keep running into each other, if I didn't know any better, I'd say it's not coi
Day 17.I woke up in a pool of sweat on Thursday morning and placing a hand to my forehead, to feel for a temperature I realized why I woke up unsettled. Not that I was having a very settled rest to start wit. The number fourteen on my hand, I had just two weeks left. I had already wasted two weeks, achieved absolutely nothing.I wondered if Azazel would agree to stretch the time a little more for me and the mere thought of approaching the sallow, pale faced demon with such an offer made me outrightly laugh out loud.I stretched out on the bed, feeling the old mattress creak as I moved and turned. I then sat up so suddenly with amazing agility quite unlike someone that just woke up from an unsettled rest a few minutes ago.I wiped my brows, counting numbers under my breath. Counting was like my coping mechanism, it helped to me focus whenever my mind was disturbed.Thirty-three