When I told them that I knew whoever it was that was attacking me with their forces, the boys instantly wanted to know who and I told them. It was Giselle. She used to be my best friend, but for some reason, she just stopped talking to me, started gossiping about me behind my back, bullying me and dating anyone I'd said I'd liked, and starting to dress like a slut. Out of no where. Suddenly, I wasn't good enough to talk to her, to know her. And I accepted that. I didn't want to be associated with someone like her. She was the complete opposite of what she used to be. I had no answer. Till now.
"You're sure it was her?" Scott asked.
"Positive. She gave me the same snarl she used to. It couldn't be anyone else. She was the reason I had to move. Leave behind everything. The reason I had no friends till I met you guys." I sniffled. "I didn't know if I could trust anyone." The tears came back and I leaned into Isaac again.
The boys had made me move to the couch, insisting on staying with me, and I was too scared to go to sleep, I'd told them about the nightmare and they'd insisted it wasn't real, but I didn't want to see it again. So we stayed up. The tv was on but low volume, and I was leaning against Isaac, clutching a couch pillow to try and keep calm.
I checked the time on the tv and saw it was close to five am. A few more hours till Melissa would take me to the hospital again. They'd stitch me up and I'd be fine. Giselle couldn't hurt me there.
The boys told me about everything they'd done together, everything that had happened. Some of it made me smile, some didn't, some stuff made me laugh. It took my mind off my own problems for a while and before I knew it, Melissa had come down and was asking me to get get dressed so she could take me to the hospital. The boys argued with her while she made us breakfast over the fact that they wanted to go, to be sure I was safe, and she was arguing that they needed to go to school.
I didn't hear the end of the argument as I went up to get dressed. I tugged on a pair of dark wash, slightly ripped jeans, though not enough you could see the scars, I pulled a black mickey mouse sweatshirt over my head and brushed my hair up into a ponytail.
The smell of waffles and maple syrup drew me back down the stairs, and I saw Melissa pulling chocolate chip waffles out of the oven. They just happen to be my favourite. I took a plate and sat between the boys, and dug in.
They were the best waffles I'd ever had. When I finished, I thanked Melissa and let the boys go get ready. Apparently, they'd won the argument about going with us to the hospital, but only because Melissa was tired of arguing.
When they came back down, we all piled into Melissa's car, Scott in shotgun and Isaac and I in the back again.
It wasn't a long drive, but as I watched out the window, I swear I kept seeing flashes of golden eyes, following me and when my hands started shaking, Isaac saw and asked me if anything was wrong, I told him no, just paranoid, I keep thinking I see flashes of golden eyes following us. He too, quickly dismissed the idea, but he didn't look sure. That didn't reassure me.