9 - What's Wrong With Annabelle?

"Huh? What do you mean he got into detention on purpose? " I question in disbelief.

"Don't shout! Believe me, I'm serious" She whispers back harshly.

"The both of you, shut up! Unless you want to continue this class for us. " The teacher says to us from the front of the class, and Johan and I remain mute for the rest of the class.

I remain quiet for the rest of the class and try my possible best to pay attention to the teacher, but it's of no use. I keep wondering why the same person who got me in trouble would want to serve the same punishment they got me serving.

The teacher steps out of the class, and we are left with the last class of the day. On the timetable, it says ' Reading Period '. During this time, we're meant to read books of our choice, and not make noise. But in my class, we use this as a gossip session.

"You were saying? "I question Johan, and she raises a brow in confusion.

"About Mason. "I reply, and she lets her head roll back as she remembers.

"Oh... Yeah, You know Mrs. Dami right? That power-drunk primary school teacher who acts like she runs the school? "Johan replies, and my brows crease.

"The fat, problematic teacher whose tattooed brows are now green and so close to her hairline. "She adds, and I instantly remember who she's talking about.

"Oh. Yeah. What about her? "I question.

"Mason made fun of her disfigured ass in front of her. "Johan replies in a whisper. Trying to avoid nosy ears, and my eyes widen in alarm.

"What? "I question.

"Yes. She wanted to hit him, but no normal teacher in this school has the guts to do so.

So, she gave him toilet duty for the rest of the week. "She replies, and my brows climb up.

" How was he sure she'd give him toilet duty and not something worse? "I question. Trying to ignore what Johan just said about no normal teacher wanting to hit Mason

"That's the only punishment Mrs. Dami ever gives. "Johan replies and I look up at Mason only to find him staring coldly at me.

I quickly look away and swallow. I pull out a textbook from my bag and begin to read.

I know why he got himself in trouble. To frustrate me like he did today. Doesn't he have any shame?

This is how he wants to retaliate for me stopping him on the field that day. What a punk.

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It's late at night, and I'm surfing the internet. I only sleep early when I have somewhere to be early the next morning, or if I'm upset.

Right now, I'm too busy with tictok, and my eyes are stinging just a bit.

I reach for my water bottle which is always on the table drawers beside my bed, but it's empty.

I can't fall asleep without drinking water. it sounds funny, but I've grown so used to this, it's a part of me now. I drink water to bed and after sleep.

I roll my eyes and pull my blanket off me. I take off my earpiece, get into my fluffy flip flops, and make my way out of the room, to the kitchen.

My house is not all that huge, but it's big enough. This house has five rooms. I don't know why my mother chose this house when we're just three. Asides from the fact that the house is in a very pretty estate, and is exquisite itself, I see choosing this house as a waste of money.

I look at the time on my phone and find it's 12: 35pm. I am done filling my bottle from the dispenser in the dining, and as I turn around, I freeze. It's almost like someone walked past me.

I gulp and begin to mutter ' Blood of Jesus ' as I take cautious steps back up the stairs. Once up, I'm about to run to my room, when something glistens a few steps away. I freeze in fear, as everywhere is dark, and I want to see what's going on.

I almost jump when a sound is heard, and a door slowly begins to open. Light from the roo. spills on the person opening the door, and I find it's Annabelle. However, my heart drops into my stomach, when I see our mother's new knife in her hand.

I almost collapse when I realize who's room door she's opening. Our fathers! Is she possessed?

"Annabelle! "I call in worry, but she doesn't hear me. Should I even be calling her? If there's some sort of demon in her, there's every possibility she'd hurt me. But, I can't risk it. I can't watch her walk into that man's room, with that knife, knowing full well how much she hates him.

"Annabelle! " I call more audibly this time, and she hears me. She turns to me and stares at me for a moment. Her eyes glusy, and her beautiful face, flushed.

"What are you doing? "I whisper yell, and she keeps staring at me in silence. She turns her face back to the room and makes to walk in, and I know I have to do something.

I can't watch or let my sister commit murder! My mom and dad sleep in different rooms, and if Annabelle gets into that monster's room, there'd be no stopping her.

"Annabelle! " I call again, and she ignores me as she keeps pushing the door open, I give up and decide it's time to take action.

I rush to the light switch and flip it on.

"Mom! " I scream at the top of my lungs, and Annabelle rushes into our father's room.

"Mom! " I scream again as I rush after my sister.

I find her rushing to our father's bed, where the beast is still sleeping.

"Mummy! " I scream again, and my father wakes up. Shaken by the noise I'm causing. He's lucky to roll out of the way in time as Anabelle attempt to stab him.

I grab her from behind as the knife enters into the bed.

"Jesus Christ! "He exclaims in fear, and my mom comes rushing into the room.

"Annabelle, what I the meaning of this madness? "My mother yells in alarm, and Annabelle throws her gaze in our father's direction.

She shakes me off her, and I fall to the ground with a thud. She rushes at him again, and he manages to run out of her but she manages to slit his left arm.

"Annabelle! "My mother screams, but Annabelle throws herself at our father again. This time, he takes hold of her hands and throws her on the bed. The knife falls out of her hand, and I pick it up and rush over to my mother's side.

"Annabelle, stop this! "Our father screams at Annabelle who' struggling under him.

"Let me go! "She cries as she keeps struggling under him, and my mother and I watch in plain horror and confusion. What going on? Is Annabelle possessed? Why is she after this man's life so badly?

She kicks our father off her, and she stares at him chillingly for a few seconds, with tears all over her pretty, fair, face.

She then turns to me, and I gulp as I clutch the knife.

"You just had to interfere. Why couldn't you mind your business? Stay out of what you know nothing about! "She yells at me, and I shake in fright. She's never spoken to me like that before.

She then stands to her feet, adjusts her nightdress, and gives our father one more bone-chilling look. She walks over to my mom and me and stares into our mother's eyes.

"Get him out of here, if you don't want someone's blood on my hands. I'd kill him. "She says to our mother, and we both stare at her in horror and shaking fear as she walks out of the room.

Why does she hate our father so much?

"N... Nicole, g... Go to your room now, okay. "My mom says, and I look up at her in worry.

"Don't worry. I will talk with her. "She says as she strokes my hair, and I gulp before nodding. I hand the knife over to her and look at my father, which obviously shaken, in a corner of the room.

I walk in, pick up my water bottle from the floor, and walk out.

What's going on with Annabelle?