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2/8/2017.

f r a n n y

Silence is one of the most terrifying things ever; for me at least.
I hate being alone in the dark surrounded by nothing by silence, not knowing what lives in the dark watching you. But now, for once I desperately need to be alone.. in the silence.

I can't help it when my stomach drops when I see a dark car pulling next to me, and even though it's near from where I am standing I don't see her face. The car's windows are black. I take a deep breath instantly regretting ever agreeing about coming to see her.

Fixing my eyes on the car, I gulp when I notice the locked doors became unlocked and someone steps out of it.

It is diana.

Of course it's her. Her eyes finds mine and I notice a cigarette between her skinny boney fingers holding it next to her red lips. She takes the cigarette to her lips sucking onto it. And I immediately scrunch my nose in disgust. Pulling my beanie down; for some reason it gives me a sense of comfort, or maybe it is just a habit I happen to have. I shake my head and find myself looking around me before I make my way to her. It has to be done. Now.

I feel an uneasy feeling in my chest but it seems like it is only because when I look at Diana I find her smirking, before stomping on the cigarette and coming closer to where I am standing.

It feels so wrong.

"Francisca," she whispers, her eyes boring into mine rather creepily, and it feels so familiar, but also unfamiliar. I can't explain it excatly. It is just weird, unusual but also I feel a sense of deju vu.

"What do you want, Diana?" I say and even though I am angry, devastated, and scared I don't let it show. She gives me an amused look, before acting as if she is thinking about something.

"Some money." She says back, her stupid smirk on her lips, I move forward getting a better view of her. Last time I saw her she was a fucked up eighteen year old sick teenage girl. Now she has grown, she is now twenty one. A bit skinner, her shiny long black hair is now dyed strawberry blonde and cut into a short bob. Her blue eyes seems brighter and she looks way mature than the last time I saw her. It is almost as if she's fully changed into someone else.

"Stop." I pathetically say, not looking into her eyes and avoiding any conact with her. "I don't wanna play these games with you. Now tell me what the hell do you want," I tell her before bringing my gaze to her cold blue eyes, she is amused. I know she is. I glare at her pathetically.

She chuckles then raises an eyebrow. And I know she is having fun watching my squirm. She likes seeing me like this; pathetic, always losing my temper.

"Well, Franny, you've become mature. You know how to be a bitch! Isn't that something that will make your sister proud?" She asks or more like states laughing as she throws her head backward, the moon's light is glowing on her skin. Suddenly Her hands slips behind my back, I want nothing but to slip out of her grasp. She hugs me tightly while bitterly laughing. The wind blows on my face harshly as if it is mocking my stupidity. I feel my eyes water as I squeeze them shut.

After a few failing attempts, I angrily push her away. She steps backward while shuffling around in the field losing her balance, she then straightened up and She stares at me then says

"This isn't a nice way to welcome your sister after almost four years or is it?" She asks frowning. But I know it is funny for her. I shake my head, giving her a small bitter chuckle.

"Stop trying to pull the sister card on me, It is not working." I shrug. But honestly all I want to do is curl to myself while I cry. It is so hard seeing her after all this years. Seeing her face, hearing her talk but I don't give her the pleasure of seeing me squirm uncomfortably, or stutter like an idiot.

"Well. If you say so," she gives me a smirk.

"What do you want?" I snap at her, even though I am so curious of hearing what she is gonna say, she looks at me dead serious. It is scaringly terrifying, The look she had, as if she is determined to do something crazy and no one is gonna stop her.

"Look this is going to be heavy information," she says looking anywhere but my eyes. I take a deep breath mustering some courage to lock my gaze with her. I shake my head.

"What is it?" I ask, my voice small.

"I am taking revenge from my ex boyfriend, he did something so terrible. it has something to do with us, where we are now." Where we are now?!  Is she shitting me now? What does that mean? It has something to do with our parents? It can't be. This is so much to take in.

"Go on!" I snap at her.

"Chill." She says rudely, glaring at me as she plays with the lighter in her hand. "It is not that easy to explain. It needs lots of convincing and.... it is going to be hard on you, Francisca. You'll get hurt."

"Oh like you care about my feelings," I say sarcastically,  and she frowns putting a hand on my shoulder.

"Of course I don't.." She rolls her eyes and even though I know she doesn't give a fuck about me, about her damn sister, her parents, it kinda hurt that she is admiting it. I shake my head and then look around me crossing my hands in front of my chest.

"As I said...." she begins again and I have to look at her bright eyes again. "It's not that easy to explain. My ex boyfriend; Ivan- he did something terrible to both of us. It affected us both... it has something to do with your parents' dea--"

"Shut up." I said, shaking my head violently. I push her away, walking away from my spot, clenching my teeth as I hear her screaming my name. How dare she bring them up? After what she did. I am mad, disgusted and i regret coming to meet her. When I am just leaving the empty road I suddenly feel someone yank my arms making me turn around to meet her eyes.

"Piss off," I snap, my eyes

"Stop being a child!" She snaps back. Her eyes glaring right at mine. "If you can't handle someone telling you they are dead, then you are a goddamn child. If you can't me telling you they are dead then why did you come?"

"I don't know why did I come..." I reply.

"You hearing me out or what?" She asks, as we get closer to her black car.

"Whatever," I huff, I am beyond angry,  but I really need to know what she has to offer. I am curious, especially since it has something to with me.

"Your parents' death isn't my fault.. only... it is his too. So I'll kill him." She tells me as she bits her lips a little too hardly. I blink as I feel the wind slap my face. Shivering I struggle to take a deep breath. Kill him? KILL HIM?! She is saying it so casually! But I mean it is diana, she can fucking kill the whole world if she wants! This is so so fucked up..

"Let's go somewhere more private, where we can talk about this... I know it is unbelievable but just hear me out this time." Diana begs me, as she holds my hands fiddling with them, clearly showing she is nervous. I yank my hand back not looking at her sad eyes.

"You coming, Franny? It is a yes or no. Think about what I have to say, it'll change your mind." She tells me honestly.

"Um...I--Yeah... I'll.. h-hear what you have to s-say.." I finally decide. But I still feel uneasy, uncomfortable.  As if it is all a trap to have me back. I don't have anything to lose anyway. I will just hear her maybe convince her not to kill the poor boy. 

"Hop in," she says her eyes dancing with victory, but her face straight not giving anything away.

I stay glued to my spot though. I don't understand anything. I can't process everything she said properly, my mind is full of lots of thoughts and my feet isn't moving.

"I am not gonna wait for you till the day I die! Or would you like this?" She sarcastically says while entering her car, she rolls down the window then she raises an eyebrow clearly unpatient. I swallow nerously looking at my sister in the eyes that's then when I make the decision that I am going to hear her out and oh Boy, I am so scared.

With shaking hands I open the car's door sitting next to her silently. She starts the engine and my heart drops to my stomach as we drive away from empty road. I look outside the window, squeezing my eyes shut and praying it'll go okay.

I don't know what the hell I've gotten myself into.
Shit.

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