She was very fit because she played baseball, and trained every night except for Tuesdays, Thursdays and Sundays. Today was Tuesday and she was supposed to do a job interview. But with the police and her mum’s assassins looking for her, she didn't know if she could go anywhere or tell anyone about this. If the police knew where she was then the people who were after her would find out as well. She knew it.
Her mobile phone rang and she went to answer it, but stopped. She didn't feel like talking to anyone right now. Later she realised it was actually a good thing she hadn't answered it, and immediately turned it off.
This would explain the phone calls they got at home. The phone would ring and then be dead when they picked it up. Whoever it was, probably the assassins, were checking if they were home, and every time Cindy and her mum pressed 69 to retrieve the number the computerized voice said, "The last person who called had a private number, they called on the…"
Cindy burst into tears, and sat down beside the road, the weight of what had just happened was starting to sink in. Did it just happen? Was she going crazy? It seemed that the heavens were upset too because they opened up and rain came pouring down. "What have I done?” she whimpered. “I wished my life would be more interesting, but I didn't want this!" She reached into her pocket and pulled out a tissue. “Why does everyone close to me always die? First dad, then Fluffy, and now mum." Thinking about Fluffy, her cat, she hunched over. The pain was unbearable. Fluffy had been hit by a car and then run over by another. She remembered how she felt that day. Betrayed by Fluffy but also forgiving of her, everyone makes mistakes she had told herself. Thinking of her dad, who she had only just met, for the first and last time, she longed to be with him, to play with him. What was it he said? Mum would visit later? She'd make sure she treasured her visit instead of wasting it like her dad's.
She couldn't stand this; she couldn't let this happen to her. She had to fight against these people, but how could she do it on her own? Dad said she had powers, but she hadn't even figured out how to use them, she didn’t even know if she believed him. Something had to go her way today, just something.
She got up and bravely walked along the footpath in the pouring rain, away from a life of misery and into a new one of hope. But as she came to a huge oak tree she was confronted by three girls a little older than she was.
"Cindy," one of them said, "Come with us."
"How do you know my name?" she asked dumbfounded, her hair dripping water onto her face.
"Quickly we don't have much time, we know about what happened to your mum."
With that she stood there in awe, she couldn't not do what they wanted, these girls knew, but how?
The three girls took Cindy into an old weatherboard house situated a long way back from the road. A tall wooden fence concealed most of the house from the street, but from inside you could still see out to a fraction of the road. The outside of the house was greatly misleading for the inside was very well furnished and surprisingly spacious. One of the girls dried Cindy up and tried to remove the blood from her clothes but some of it wouldn't come off, "You'll have to borrow some of Michelle's clothes, she's about your size, we'll have to get rid of these though." The eldest girl proclaimed.
"No way! You're not getting rid of my clothes!" Cindy protested. "I don't even know who you are."
"Cindy, you'll just have to trust us, it's not like you have anywhere else to go." Cindy knew this girl was right, something told her that she won most of her arguments. She had an elegance and authority about her that made Cindy uncomfortable. Looking more closely at her she had short black hair and was taller than the other two girls who were busy doing something somewhere else. She wore some faded jeans and a white long-sleeved top. Her eyes were a hazel colour but half of her left eye was deep blue.
"Sorry Cindy, you must be wondering who we are," said one of the other girls walking in to the room. "My name's Michelle, that's Callie," she introduced, pointing to the girl that was cleaning her up, "And our other friend's name is Amy." Michelle was the shortest of the three but was more tanned and had long brown hair. She had a skinny body and wore bright clothes. Cindy noticed that she had a great smile, and cheerful eyes, but one half of her left eye was green, unlike her right and the other half of her left eye, which were brown.
Cindy wasn't sure what she was meant to say, except to ask about why she was there. “We'll explain why we took you here soon, but for now we'll have to finish cleaning you up," Callie said as if reading her mind.
"Okay," Cindy replied casually.
After getting changed in a spare bedroom Cindy came out to join the others. They were gathered around the television and Cindy could hear a news reporter, "I knew it," Michelle said, disgusted.
"This'll just make things worse," Callie added.
"What's going on?" Cindy asked. The three girls moved out of the way of the TV so Cindy could see. There was a picture of her in the top right-hand corner of the screen.
2 comments:
The title of this chapter kind of spoils it I've decided. Although I did try to mislead ya'll with the picture of a picture frame hehe. :)
LOL! When I was reading it towards the end I thought 'Oh the title gives away the twist' but nice mislead attempt all the same. You are fiendishly clever. ;) I'm glad you decided to post this story. Enjoying it. (Although I kinda laughed out loud at the stuff about Fluffy - sorry, I'm a bad, bad person!)
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