The girl cackled in a laughter so evil that I almost shrank in size but for the impossibility of that. I have never heard such a wicked display of boisterousness.
"Of course not." She mentioned.
"It was just a promise. A promise to make your life a living hell if you return here. You didn't think I would let you go scot free after hurting my soft cheeks, did you?" She asked, but I kept mute.
What could I say? I had entered her trap. From the tone of voice, and the glint in her eyes like she had won a lottery, I was sure that her earlier insults had not just been because of her meal, but to provoke a reaction from me which she could hold onto and punish me. Who knows if the meal had been deliberately kept there to test me? The truth likelihood of this had me fuming in anger.
"What is your name?" I asked, a small tentative smile appearing on my lips as I watched the look on her face shift from victory to confusion.
She hadn't been expecting the question.
But of course. The question was off the tables. Out.Of.Point.
"And what business is that to you?" She asked contemptuously, eying me badly.
"Nothing much. I'm just curious to know the name of my enemy. Who knows? It might turn out to be useful in the near future. And the next time we see each other, I want to call you by your name before I kick your stinky ass, or would you prefer a nickname? Perhaps, something like dunghill?" I questioned, smiling widely in victory as I saw her pissed off face.
Did she think she was the only one that could piss someone off? Oh no, she had it all wrong. I thought. I was a major in that.
It was just that the only person on the receiving end was Jeremy or my books. I had never spoken this way to my sister. The last time I had done so, she had been eight, and my father had scolded me so badly that I had ended up crying too. Ever since then, no silly insults like this. Now thinking of this, I wondered if I had been stupid defending their honour when I was sure that they wouldn't do the same if they had been in my position then.
"Cat ate your mouth?" I taunted, almost pushing my tongue out of my mouth to yab her the more.
My faux bravery spiking by the passing second. I hoped I wasn't overdoing it. The thought of this had me pulling my lips in, as if in deep thought. Perhaps, I should try apologizing again. Perhaps, she would listen seeing that I wasn't scared of her.
But before I could open my mouth to do so, she grabbed my hair within a twinkling of an eye, screaming and cussing. I could swear at that moment that the girl was crazy and that my scalp was hanging on a thin thread before blood would gush out.
I had to stop her.
But how could I? I thought, trying and failing on the attempt to push her away. She was as strong as an iron wall. Was she really a girl at all? I wondered in pain, biting my lips, damning the goddess for creating me without a wolf. Had she forgotten to do that?
"What's going on here?" A loud voice boomed across the room, and I would have sighed in relief for the reprieve I felt when the girl let go of my hair, but for the owner of the voice. I will never forget it. The voice belonged to the man that had slapped me two nights ago. The man that I had watched last night, play nonchalantly with a girl's breast, not minding that he wasn't alone. The man was Francis. I wished he hadn't come. I wished I was still under the gripping captivity of the evil girl.
"She stole my breakfast, and ate it all up." The girl replied, breathing deeply, in and out.
"I didn't." I muttered.
"You don't sound like you didn't." Francis said, scowling at me as he spoke.
"I said I didn't!" I stated out aloud, meeting his cold gaze. He snorted, perhaps, seeing through my brave facade that I was actually trembling within.
The man scared me to death.
Where was Leonard now that I needed him?
Where was that grumpy fellow?
There was no need of wishing for Jeremy, or even Lyon's presence, they couldn't come here. Their station was in the field. Worse, they couldn't possibly fight against Francis.
"I see." He simply said, his cold eyes accessing I and the other girl.
"Tell me the details of the story." He asked like he was really interested in solving the problem and I almost scoffed.
He wasn't interested in solving any problem. He was just bored, and looking for something to pull his fancy. If anything, he was more interested in the body of the girl speaking by the leer and subtle lust in his eyes, than the rubbish the girl was sprouting from her mouth. Rubbish because she had mentioned that she had kept her food willfully in the room, and had left to get something, only to come back to see that I had eaten it up. She didn't mention that she was among Karen's clique who had tried bullying me or initiating me, whatever that had meant. The girl was a farce.
"A glutton too? I see..." Francis said, after the girl's side of the story, looking at me from head to toe with accessing eyes.
It was like he was checking between us both who would warm his bed for the night.
The thought scared me but then I remembered the Alpha. He will be coming for me soon.
Funny how I have come to place my safety in the hands of someone I didn't know, someone I hated because of the news about him. But I didn't care; as far as it would take me away from this place.
"Leave us, Sonia." I heard Francis say, and I shuddered so visibly that the girl, Sonia, turned aside and sneered at me, obviously wishing me hell.