Angels From Hell

Victoria is ... well, she's the girl we all hate but end up loving. Emma is insecure and binge-eating her problems away. Amanda is worrying more over acing school exams than the destruction of her and her friends. And Holland, the girl suddenly getting unwanted attention from a teenage bartender, is trying desperately to hold her friendships together. But in a world where their kind doesn't exist and with each girl containing a unique ability, will their issues drive them apart when they need each other most or will they be able to combine their skills to fight the supernatural force determined to make their lives seem like they're Angels From Hell?

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5. One And 1 Makes Two

'And you believe this nonsense?' Victoria scoffed, shoving the papers back at Holland. 'It was a trick, a joke, Holland.'

   'Yeah, ha. Ha. And it was so funny, wasn't it?'

  Victoria shrugged and continued to walk, finding Holland nothing more than an obsessive fly that wouldn't take the hint from her swatting. She found it awfully hard to believe that someone would do such a thing to Amanda, though she was surprised she hadn't thought of it herself. It was smart to target her in her strengths, make her doubt herself. Amanda was smart but she was fragile, especially in her stressful kind of situation. Victoria mainly found it funny that Amanda could be so bothered over school work. It meant close to nothing to her.

  'You're overreacting and bothering me,' she snapped. 'I'm going to meet someone.'

  Holland looked around. They were outside of town, walking up the dead highway and towards the sunset as if they thought they could escape the cold that way. It was frightening to be inevitably entering an unknown place. Neither Victoria or Holland liked it.

  'Outside of town? If you're meeting another criminal I might actually have to handcuff you myself and lock you in my basement.'

  'What?' Victoria exclaimed, flicking get hair over her shoulder. 'I'm going on a date. It's perfectly human, if that's what you're worrying about.'

   Boy did Victoria make Holland angry. She just wanted to rip her Gucci sunglasses off, tip out her handbag and strangle her with the rabbit fur scarf she always wore. And then she wanted to rip off her red trench coat and jump on it until it was permanently damaged with muddy footprints. That was how much she got on her nerves; not only was Victoria ignoring Holland, she was ignoring the situation.

  'Look, have fun on your date. But if he turns out to be a serial killer and you roll up buried alive, I really don't have the time to mourn over you.'

  'Do me a favour and toss me a lit cigarette on my grave.'

  Holland jolted to a stop and shoved the papers into her bag. Her hair fell on her face through her rage and she couldn't keep her hands from clenching into fists.

  'And you just assumed I would want to visit you in the cemetery.' Holland turned around. 'Die painfully, Vicky.'

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