Eat or Be Eaten
Fifteen
I got to school the next day feeling drowsy from lack of
sleep.
It was only eleven thirty when I left Kota alone, but I
hadn't gotten to bed until 2:06. I'd been up thinking
about him, Cherry and the people that were found dead.
His words played and replayed in my mind. "She's
planning on wiping out a family of 'shifter jungle
cats." Then his voice that was filled with realizational
horror as he stuttered, "You! You're who she's
after!"
Those same words echoed through my thoughts the rest of the day.
I just couldn't figure out why he sounded so scared. What had
she told him?
I drive around after school, not yet ready to go home.
I stopped at a stoplight to check my phone before it changed. I
had three missed calls. One from Jake and the other two form
Venus.
I dialed Jake's number as the light turned green. He answered
after the first ring. "Hello? Iris? Are you there?"
But I wasn't listening. My attention was on the car zooming
right for me at seventy mph, not slowing down or swerving out of
the way.
The last thing I hear before the car hits me was Jake calling my
name and my own whispered scream.
***
I come to as the ambulance pulls up, sirens blasting all around
me. One of the medics had just pried my unmoving body from my now
blazing car.
My head lulled to the side, my eyes half opened and glazed. Blood
spilled over my right eye from my forehead, which I now realized
was pounding with pain.
I could hear an officer trying to restrain and pull someone back.
Actually, from the sound of it, it was a lot of someones.
"That's my baby!" my mother said, pushing the
officer away. Next moment, she's holding my hand and leaning
over my gurnee, pushing my hair off my face with her other
hand.
Lily and Ivy's face show up next to hers a moment later, each
looking shaken up with tears stained cheeks.
"Lermo ton qwiktos, Iris." Ivy whispered in my
ear. She'll pay for this, Iris. I try to nod, but end up
groaning in pain. My free hand moves to my hip and I hear my
mother gasp in horrid shock and shout for one of the medics.
A man of thirty-seven runs up, asking what's wrong. She
points at my hip and starts to make really confusing hand
gestures and demands.
I sit up and look at what has her so riled up. In my hip, hidden
under my pants and shirt, is a large piece of glass.
Then I black out.
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