My Once In A Lifetime Dream

Chapter 27 Fear (Cont.)

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Tina’s POV

            Today is the day that I will teach that b*tch cow a lesson. When school was out, I knew that she would wait for a while, according to our findings (when watching her for this month) she would wait for people to leave first so she wouldn’t bump to anyone. She would walk to her home and once a week she would go a buy candy near her house. And today is one of those days, so I called my girls and asked them to wait in front while I wait near the office.

As I planned, she left for her home almost skipping or dancing.  Who cares! She passed her house and Gia, Bria and I waited for her exit and ambushed her on her fourth step. We covered her mouth with tape, hold her down by the shoulders, and tied her hands, pushed her onto the wagon and tied her legs too. Because I knew that the people in this street wouldn’t be paying any attention because they were doing their thing, I acted within a reasonable time. The girls and I dragged her ‘till this house that I learned it was empty for a while.

This pathetic creature was trying to get away by the strength she tried to pull and push but couldn’t, she even cry her heart out. To which I didn’t pay any care. By the time she was inside the empty house, we started to cut everything she had with her, her hair, her cloth, and her bag. We made cuts on all of it until we got satisfied. Then, Bria, Gia, and I started hitting her on her face, and stomach, laughing with every punch. After an hour or so we got tired of hitting her and so we left the house but we took turns to watch. Bria was the first one to watch outside from someplace hidden.

I went to my house to change clothes, eat dinner and left again.  I came back and threw cold water onto her. Afterward, I told her “start praying cow and be well by tomorrow. If not who cares! This is punishment for your idiocy and lack of respect for me! I told you not to even look at MY JOE! (Shouting at the end of it)

And I continue saying, “Because of you, he doesn’t want to talk with me, because of your interference he doesn’t even look at me anymore! (I cried at this last part).

Then I spat and left when I was getting close to the door I turned to my head and told that “I know that you were hospitalized back then in a psychiatric ward, and you almost kill yourself, so when you get back inside I hope you keep your mouth shut and stay there.” As soon as I mention her past, her eyes widen and it looked like a big blow to her, that I know about it. With it, I know that she won’t recover too much, at least until she forgets or whatever. I locked the room and looked around so that no one was watching me leave the house.

In front of the house, I gave one last look and went back to my house. I thought to myself that I felt pleased with today’s job and that tomorrow will be even better.

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Petter’s POV

When I received JB’s called, at first I couldn’t understand the situation. He told me to help him with something very important and life-threatening. I got a bit anxious but accepted. When we met he told me a briefing of the problem, and I had a bad feeling. According to what and who we are talking about.

Arriving at the location, we saw Tina at the same time. When she entered the front porch, Bria came out from hiding and said goodbye and left. That when JB and I got near the window with dim lights. And that’s when we heard the sobs of Omara and the harsh words of Tina. When Tina was about to leave, JB and I froze to the next words that came out from Tina about Omara. That she went to a Mental Hospital because she tried to kill herself.

At that moment I had to cover my mouth because of the shock of the news and stared at JB for help, I pleaded for some aid for Omara. I know that this would send her back, back to a block whole to which she might not come back, or even worse she would do the same thing, kill herself. I shuddered at that thought.

At the moment the Tina left and locked to the door we had to open the window. And while we entered the room and saw the way Omara was, I felt my blood drain and my heart sank to the bottom of the sea.

She was still tied up, mouth covered, her clothes were tattered and even her hair was cut. But not only that, she even was wet, beaten, and unconscious. I rushed towards her legs to untie her while JB went to her hands. He tried to wake her up by jerking her, to no results. He took her and carried her princess style and ran with her to the hospital.