Married To Fury

NAOMI “Get your equipment ready guys this work is gonna be the best of all time!” Daisy, my best friend, said standing in front of the class. “Yes, we get it Daisy, why don't you sit down too, and get something done.” Our teacher Miss Lily said behind her. Daisy rushed over and sat beside me, she looked at me and flashed me one of her chirpy smiles which I returned. I grabbed my brush and faced my canvas board about to paint out my details. “What do you wanna paint?” Daisy asked, one thing about Daisy Ridley is that she likes attention. Being a bestie who understands her, I will gladly give her all the time I have in my collection. “I don't know yet, you?” I asked what she wanted me to ask. “Well, I was thinking of painting a picture of my dad as he wins the position of mayor,” she said, joining her hands together and giving me a dreamy look. “Isn't that assuming?” I asked confusedly. “Well, it's not… I mean Dad will eventually get there,” she said, frowning a little. “Yeah,” I agreed and resumed staring at my board till the vibration of my phone seized my attention. I brought it out and a message popped up on the notification. I clicked it and it was a message from someone I had been expecting to call for a while. “I will see you after school, call me when you are done.” Daisy read the message out loud and everybody turned to us. I quickly locked my phone and turned to her with my brows furrowed. “Awww you are cute,” she said and pulled my cheeks. “Stop it Daisy, you made me look weird to everyone,” I drawled, pushing her hands away from me. “It's none of your business guys so face your work, don't you wanna showcase it in the school gallery?” Daisy shooed and my smile returned. She always has ways to pull me out of any kind of void I am in. “Okay, class concentrate on your work!” Miss Lily said loudly. * * * “Alright you have all submitted your work now go home we will meet tomorrow,” Miss Lily said and rushed out. “History says she has a baby at home that is why she is always in a hurry,” Daisy whispered into my ears. “What history?” I asked, looking more confused than ever. “You are so cute that I don't know what to do with you,” she sounds offended. Daisy got up and packed her bag, she turned to me and her eyes fell on my art on the wall ahead of us. I trailed after her eyes and also eyes-glued on it. I don't even understand why I painted such an art. I signed and continued staring at it. It was a drawing of a girl in a dark room shackled to a big pillar. “Your work always mesmerizes me, Mimi,” she said but I didn't know if it was a compliment or an offensive comment. And she was right, nowadays all I could bring out of my head has to do with this dark imprisonment that even I don't understand. Could it be that the girl I keep painting is me? I stood up, swung my bag behind me, and headed for the door. “Hey wait for me, Mimi!” I heard Daisy's voice calling behind me but I paid no attention and continued walking. I fasten my steps so she won't catch up, I don't want to explain anything to her. Daisy has her ways of telling what is in me. “And where are we in a hurry to?” The voice that always scares the nerves out of me asked. My movement seized as I stood frozen at a spot. I looked ahead and saw her, Carol Middleton, she stood with her peers staring at me with a killable insight. I swallowed nothing as fear gulped me, immediately I regretted not walking with Daisy. The only way to prevent this was not to look into her eyes, which I did. I began to look at my shoes. It never came to my notice that they were already fading in color. I felt a harsh grab on my hair as someone used it to pull my face up. Don't show pain, Don't show pain, I told myself as the pain struck me in different bolts. The guy holding my hair showed no mercy as he pulled on it harder like his plan was to leave me bald. “Bring her over,” I heard Carol's voice again and footsteps, and then the guy pulled me with my hair after them. No! No, who could save me now? DAISY “Where could she have gone just now?” I questioned no one in particular as I looked around for my tiny bestie. I know she thought I was going to ask about her paintings. But I know well how to make people's private matters remain private. Naomi and I have been friends since high school knowing our dreams were similar. We resumed our friendship here in college. But I still don't know much about her, because she hardly talks about anything. I could have graded her among those introvert dudes but sometimes she does talk a lot, so I guess she is in the middle. Hybrid I think. “Hey, Daisy!” I heard someone calling and I quickly turned in the direction. Taylor, one of my friends rushed to me with horror visible in her blue eyes. “What is it, freak?” I snapped at her Losing my patient. This girl sure knows how to kill someone in suspense. “It's…. it's…. it's,” she stammered trying to catch her breath but my curiosity grew bigger. “Do you need a punch in the mouth?” I asked, staring at her in disgust. "Talk God damnit!” I rant and that did it. “It's Naomi!” She finally said and my heart jumped in fear at the mention of that name. “What happened to her?” I asked loudly, and my heartbeat increased. “She is being buried by Carol and her group!” Taylor said and my legs thought before my brain could. I ran fast without even knowing where I was going, I am going to kill Carol today if anything happens to Naomi.