𝐅𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝟐𝟑, 𝟐𝟎𝟎𝟑
Ava Sharpe hates Sara Lance.
Everything about that creature pisses her off, the arrogant way of being, the way she walks around like she owns the world, and especially the fact that she always finds a way to disturb Ava's life. Wherever she went, Sara was there. Sometimes, it seemed like she was following her.
Seriously, didn't she have anything else to do?
― Aves, stop squeezing the poor taco, is not his fault if you're stressed.
She heard someone saying and at first, she couldn't distinguish who it was, but soon discovered to be Kara. She turned her attention away from the table of the "cool kids" where that Jerk was and looked at her sister, who looked into Ava's hands and back at her face, and only then did she realize that she had pressed the meat taco in her hand and now everything was soaked with gravy. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴! She thought.
― Ruining your food again, Aves?
Dinah asked laughing as she joined Ava and Kara at the table where they were sitting. Ava just rolled her eyes and scowled at the feel of her fingers sticking. She mentally blamed Sara.
― Lance locked her in the theater room again.
Kara told, or rather gossiped to Dinah, who laughed outrageously upon hearing the story, being followed by her sister. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦, 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘵! Who needs enemies with Dinah as their best friend and that traitorous Golden Retriever clone as their sister?
― How many times have she done that this week? - Ava just listened to the two of them mocking her as she tried to get that goo out of her hand. ― I think it was seven?
― Eight, actually.
And they both burst out laughing. Ava huffed and grabbed some more napkin to wipe her hand. The two idiots laughed until the girl's basketball team entered the cafeteria, then they quickly changed the focus of the conversation and started talking about the 𝘩𝘰𝘵 players.
― Oh, look at Laurel... She seems to get prettier by the day.
And there she was, the stupid Dinah Drake, who was completely in love with Laurel Lance. Yeah, she's the big sister of the asshole Lance aka Jerk Sara. But unlike the youngest, she is a nice girl, super friendly, sweet and loves helping others. Not to mention the fact that she's extremely smart.
It could be hard to believe that they were sisters. But just one look at the two of them together and you couldn't deny it. They looked so similar, especially the smile.
Back to Dinah's crush. She has been in love with Laurel since the sixth grade, when she had first discovered herself as bisexual. Laurel was always looking at her and smiling; almost killing Ava's best friend every single time she had done it. Ava always wondered why Dinah never seem able to take the courage to go talk to her, since the one of the few things the sisters have in common is their pride in liking girls. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥.
Now, Kara was different, Ava's older sister is the girlfriend of the team's best scorer, Lena Luthor. She says all the time how Lena is the love of her life. They are really sweet when they're together. Every time Lena goes to the girls' house, Ava feels like dying of so much cuteness.
― Oh my god! Oh my god! Laurel is coming here.
Dinah started to breathe heavily, Ava looked at her and noticed her face completely red. 𝘐𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘬?
― Dinah breathe, for fuck’s sake.
Ava was starting to get annoyed seeing her like that. 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘤𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦?
She just rolled her eyes and let Kara soothe Dinah, only her sister had the patience for that. Ava propped her elbows on the table and placed her chin on her hands watching the team approach. Laurel was not the only one coming to their table, Lena was too. 𝘋𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴! 𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘦𝘭.
Ava was about to get up when an arm prevented her from doing so, she glanced sideways just to see Sara sitting beside her, smiling.
― What's up, sweetheart? I came to keep you company, you know? So you wouldn't be left out. - She grinned, and Ava would've thought that that smile was pretty if it wasn't coming from Jerk Sara Lance ― You should be feeling honored, thousands of girls would give anything to be in your place.
And there it was, her huge stupid ego. It was precisely for things like this that Ava couldn't stand her; did she really have to think that all people fell at her feet?
― First, get your filthy paws off me! - she shook her head and Ava huffed. - I'm not kidding, asshole. - she said more firmly this time and Sara gave a sign of surrender, but didn’t move away, just let go of Ava's shoulder. - Second, I didn't call you here, no one actually did, you're free to leave. And third and not least, you're not my type.
― Ave, I'm everybody's type. Sara returned with that disgusting arm. -Especially girls... and especially those with such a beautiful body as yours.
Ava widened her eyes and felt her cheeks heating up. Sara burst out laughing and Ava scowled, jumping on the seat as she felt a grip on her buttocks.
― Never again, did you hear me?! Never put these filthy hands on me ever again!
She shouted, not even caring about the scene she was doing. Completely annoyed, she stood up and stormed off the cafeteria; she had lost her appetite, and couldn't stand being around that creature for any longer.
The only thing in her head was how much she hated Sara Lance. With all her heart.
Ava had been standing outside the school for about twenty minutes waiting for Dinah. Kara had gone home with Lena and Ava, innocently enough, said she would stay and wait for Dinah, because she's that kind of best friend. However, the older girl simply hadn't show up and was nowhere to be found.
― Look what we have here... - 𝘰𝘩 𝘯𝘰... 𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘫𝘰𝘬𝘦, 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦? 𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 - It's dangerous to be here alone in front of the school at this time, sweetheart.
Ava bit her bottom lip hard, but she felt a great urge to turn around and punch Sara right in the face to see if she would learn how to behave like an actual human being. She just put a wry smile on her lips and turned to Sara, who was gloriously sitting on her motorcycle. 𝘚𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘪𝘴𝘺, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘸𝘯𝘦𝘳.
― Not more dangerous than being around you for more than three seconds.
― Good one. - she laughed, ignoring the actual comment. ― Get up - she said, taking another helmet, Ava's eyes widened. - What? I'm taking you home; I can't leave a lady alone in the street.
― No fucking way I'm sitting on this thing.
Sara snorted and closed her eyes for a few seconds. She seemed to be seeking patience. 𝘋𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘬 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘰𝘵. 𝘈𝘳𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦!
― Don't talk about Waverider like that. - she pretended to be offended and caressed the motorcycle's tank. ― Come on, Ave. It's just a ride, I promise to take it slow. Besides, Dinah has already left.
Ava couldn't believe that motherfuc... hey, hold on.
― And why would I believe you?
Sara rolled her eyes and wet her lips with the tip of her tongue.
― My sister took her home. - she shrugged like it wasn't a big deal. Ava jaw dropped, Dinah must be having a syncope right now. - So, shall we? Your home is too far for you to walk alone this late.
Ava didn't want to take the ride, but she knew that if she didn't, she'd have to muster up the courage to walk home because Kara is probably at Lena's house, Dinah wouldn't come for her no matter what, the buses take forever and her parents were still at work. 𝘎𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵, 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩!
― Alright then, I have no other option, really. - Sara's victorious smile almost made her give up. Almost. ― But if you do any funny business, I'll cut your fingers off, got it?
She made an innocent expression and kissed her crossed fingers as if swearing she would behave. I sure hope she does.
AVA. WOULD. NEVER. GET. IN. THAT. THING. AGAIN.
She was shaking when Sara parked in front of her house, her arms around her waist as she still tried to check if she was alive. Sara tricked her, at first, she was going slowly and suddenly the street became a blur before her eyes.
― Ah, c'mon, Ave! Everybody likes a little adrenaline.
She slowly came back to reality, released Sara's waist, and fought to keep her legs from buckling as she got off that thing. Sara was laughing, laughing at Ava.
― Fuck you, asshole! - Ava snapped, but it didn't even reach Sara, she just kept laughing. She huffed without patience and turned around to leave. ― I hope you fall on your way back home.
― What? Your mother didn't teach you that you shouldn't wish bad things for people? - Ava raised a hand and showed her the middle finger while walking towards her house- Ava! Hey!
She kept calling the older, who had no choice but to look at her so she would stop screaming.
― What is it?!
― My helmet, sweetheart. I need it back.
She pointed to Ava's head and she blushed on the spot. 𝘊𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘨 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸?
― Do you want it? - she smiled devilishly. Sara nodded and held out a hand. ― Then come get it. - Ava threw it on the backyard lawn and laughed at Sara's incredulous expression.
― Fuck, Ava. This shit is expensive, you know that? If it scratches, I'll make you pay.
The taller one crossed her arms, shaking her head as she watched Sara get off the motorcycle and go to the helmet on the floor.
― You wish.
― Here, it's scratched, satisfied? - Ava nodded frantically, Sara snorted. - You'll have to pay, sweetheart.
― Make me.
Sara's eyes darkened, Ava would be afraid of the expression, but Sara have never really put fear on her. She was just an idiot.
― I already know how you gonna pay me. - she declared and started walking towards Ava, who took a step back and looked at the smaller one without understanding. ― I’ll take a kiss as payment.
― A kiss?
Ava asked only to confirm that she wasn't hearing things. Sara nodded, smirking and looking at Ava's lips. Ava narrowed her eyes, she would never kiss her. Never.
― A kiss. With tongue.
Ava kept her expression neutral as Sara smiled expectantly. 𝘈𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘓𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦.
― Do you want a kiss? - Sara nodded and pointed to her mouth, Ava flashing a huge, fake smile. – Okay then, close your eyes.
Sara looked surprised to see the older girl giving in, but closed her eyes. Ava had to hold back her laughter. Slowly, Ava started to step back, she waited until she was far enough from Sara and started laughing. Sara opened her eyes, but it was late, Ava was already at the door of her house.
― You cheated! She exclaimed indignantly, folded her arms across her breasts and Ava laughed with a shrug.
― The world belongs to the clever ones, Lance. Did you really think I was going to kiss you? Please.- She shouted back for her to hear, Sara shook her head a few times and smiled.
― One day you'll be begging for my kisses, Sharpe.
― Never, Lance!
― Never say never, sweetheart. - She blew a kiss in the air and turned with that 'I'm the best" look, but then looked back at her and added: ― We'll get married one day Ava, keep that in mind.
She didn't even give Ava a chance to reply, just put the other helmet in the back compartment of the motorcycle and got on it. All one could hear was the deafening noise of that stupid motorcycle. Ava entered the house spitting fire, she hate losing to Sara. Ava's the one who gives the last word, always.
She went upstairs to take a shower and then put on some clothes, she would take a nap and call then Dinah. Besides everything she really wanted to know if she and Laurel had gotten somewhere.
"We’ll get married one day, Ava..." Sara's voice rang in her mind and she let out a nasal laugh. She threw herself on the bed and grabbed Beebo, her blue teddy bear.
― I will never even kiss you, Lance, imagine marry you.
She said to herself before closing her eyes and waiting for sleep to arrive.
𝘐'𝘥 𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘚𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘓𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦.
𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟓, 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟔
Ava grunted a few times before opening her eyes, her back was sore and her head seemed to weigh a ton. By Zeus! What a nap! It looked like she drank all night and now she had a terrible hangover. She tried to stretch but froze as she felt an arm holding tightly to her waist. Her eyes widened and she looked down at the white-as-milk arm around her.
𝘖𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘨𝘰𝘥! 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘥𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘱! Ava thought terrified and jumped out of bed. She almost fell tripping over a slipper on the floor; she looked at the bed so she could see who the pedophile thief was, and it was actually a woman. A woman!
― MOM! DAD! PLEASE HELP!
She started screaming and running around the room, she couldn't find the door. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘮 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳?!
Ava was looking around and she froze. Because she didn't recognize a damn thing there.
― Hmmmpf, babe? – Ava’s heart was pounding. ― Why are you screaming like crazy? – she was dying of a headache, and her was back hurting. She refused to look back, but she knew the woman was watching her. A cold wind hit her body and only then did she realize that… ― Honey, come back to the bed. You ended me last night, but I want more.
The woman let out a sleepy giggle. Ava's head spinned. 𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘦? 𝘌𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵? 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘥𝘷𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦.
Ava turned, her eyes seething with fury, about to scream at this madwoman and demand that she take her home, return her to her family, after all she was very young and had yet much to enjoy in her life. However, all her pose fell when she came across with nobody less than...
𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵! 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘑𝘦𝘳𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘱𝘴𝘺𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴. 𝘐 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦.
That could only be some kind of joke. What does she think she's doing?
― Ava! Why are you screaming like that? And stop spinning around, I'm already getting dizzy.
Ava stopped in place, her hands fisted. She was there looking for an explanation for why this stupid girl did whatever she have done and she's the crazy one for screaming? She turned to Sara in utter disgust, probably some smoke rising from her head. Sara stared at her, her long blond hair a little untidy falling down her shoulders and covering her bare breasts. Ava took a deep breath. 𝘈𝘵 16 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘺.
― Is that some kind of stupid joke? You think is okay to drug me, abuse me and bring me to this house that I have no idea where it is? - with each word spoken, or rather spat, the confusion on Sara's face increased. ― WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU ASSHOLE?
Sara's eyes widened at Ava's scream, she seemed surprised by the explosion. Ava was about to tear her own hair out and Sara's too. 𝘔𝘺 𝘎𝘰𝘥! 𝘔𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦. 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘦? 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘢 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩.
She was so focused on freaking out and plotting murder plans that she only came back to reality when Sara stopped in front of her and grasped her shoulders. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴?
― I think you drank too much last night, I warned you weren't supposed to drink that much. - she chuckled without humor. ― Did you have a bad dream last night? Why would I drug you?
She stroked Ava's face with her thumbs and looked at her questioningly.
― Get your filthy hands off me now! - Ava hissed and Sara released her, looking at her with hurt in her eyes. ― I want to leave, my parents must be looking for me.
Ava was almost collapsing, Sara was still staring at her with those sinister blue eyes. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘮𝘦?
― You called your parents? I can’t believe it, Ava. Where are you going to? This is your home.
― NO! THIS IS NOT MY FUCKING HOUSE AND YOU KNOW IT!
― Why are you shouting and saying these things to me? I thought everything was fine between us. It was just a stupid fight, babe. You told me everything was fine last night, we made love for hours and today you wake up wanting to leave? - she said nonstop, gesturing wildly. 𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘴? ― Baby, you can't say these things to me. You know I wouldn't know how to live without you, Ave. Yesterday you told me everything was fine, what changed?
― Are you retarded or something? I didn't even see you yesterday after that stupid ride. - she looked confused again. 𝘋𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵? ― I knew I shouldn't have taken that damn ride, look where it got me.
― Babe? Are you sure you are ok?
𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘦! 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘬. 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘦𝘱 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘦? 𝘑𝘦𝘳𝘬.
― Babe? Are you crazy, Sara? We can't even be around each other. Take me away from here, I want my house, I want my parents. And I want to… - she slapped her forehead. ― What time is it? My math test, fuck! I missed my math test because of you.
Sara knit her eyebrows and walked toward Ava. 𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨? 𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘶𝘱? 𝘐 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘸. Ava felt her back collide with the wall and swallowed hard, she was trapped. Sara put the back of her hand to Ava's forehead and then placed it around her neck, as if measuring her temperature.
― Are you feeling okay? What math test is this? Why are you talking as if you're still in high school?
She began to laugh in that same mocking way that Ava had always hated.
― But I am still in high school, you psychopath!
Sara stopped laughing when Ava said that, she looked at her as if she had at least 4 heads.
― Still in high school? Ava, you finished high school almost nine years ago, babe.
Ava’s eyes widened. 𝘎𝘰𝘥, 𝘴𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘻𝘪𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵. 𝘕𝘰𝘸, 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘥𝘯𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦, 𝘢𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸!
― You’re completely insane!
The taller one roared and pushed Sara back, not caring about her nudity, just wanting to get out of there as soon as possible. 𝘐 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘮𝘯 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳! She ran to it and thanked god for not being locked, her was heart pounding in her chest, and adrenaline was present in everything. She heard Sara calling her, but just ignored it. She ran into a corridor, ran to one side and found nothing but doors and windows. Then, ran to the other side and saw a staircase, she was almost gaining the first step when a little voice caught her attention.
Ava looked to her left side and came across a little boy. He was scratching one eye with his little hand, his blond hair was a little messy, in his other hand he had a blue teddy bear that was dragging on the floor, the red pacifier with the crest of America was almost falling from his mouth. 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨? He stopped scratching his eye and looked at her, yawning a little.
𝘔𝘺 𝘎𝘰𝘥! 𝘞𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴? 𝘋𝘪𝘥 𝘚𝘢𝘳𝘢 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰? 𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘢𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘐 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘓𝘢𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘭.
― Ava? Ava?! - Within seconds a flustered Sara appeared behind the little boy. She was about to say something, but when she saw him standing there, she fell silent. He was looking at her now. ― Hi, little one. Already awake by this time? That's a miracle.
Sara bent down to pick the little one up, who let out a delicious laugh to hear. The sound resembled Sara's laugh, but not the mocking one. 𝘏𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘳. Ava had to admit that the scene of him clutching her neck laughing as she filled him with kisses was extremely cute.
― Your nephew?
Ava asked curiously, okay she wanted to get away but, what harm would do to ask? She is curious. It's a flaw.
― What? Nephew? Ave, you're really not okay.
― Mommy needs hot chocolate!
The little one exclaimed and Sara smiled at him, they both touched their fingers in some sort of secret hand shake and then looked back at Ava. 𝘔𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘺? 𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘪𝘴 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘺?
― Who is he, Sara? Whose child is this? She asked nervously.
― What do you mean who is he, Ava Josslyn? It's our son. He came out of you.
Sara said as if it was obvious, her eyes showing concern, just like the little one's. After hearing that, everything started to shuffle in front of Ava. She had to hold on to the railing of the stairs to not fall, she was trying to regain her consciousness, but everything was getting dark. In the distance she could hear some desperate thin screams and Sara's screams, a mix of “Babe? What's going on?” With “Mommy?”
Her legs failed and her eyes rolled, she felt firm arms holding her, and then everything went black.