Vengeful Sisters

WESLEY HIGH

March 6, 2018.

Phidelia stood in front of the sink, staring at her reflection in the mirror as she washed her hands under the running water when Tina and her friends barged in, slamming the door opened.

She jolted in fright deftly turning her gaze to face them.

"Well..., well, guess who we have here. The weakling." Tina said, leaning on the door of one of the washrooms as her friends took their stand beside Phidelia. "Guess what, I have been searching for you in the entire school. Am I just not thoughtful..?" she added, a wicked smile dancing merrily on her lips.

Phidelia with a shaky hands, slowly traced her hand to her bag which laid beside the sink, picking it up.

"Where do you think you're going?" she snatched the bag from her, giving her a dirty slap on the face. Stepping back, she gestured her friends to take over, "Get her." she ordered.

Before Phidelia could utter a word, Roxy grabbed a fistful of her hair, shoving her aside roughly. A wince of pain flashed on her face as she hit her back on the door.

"Get her cloths off."

"No, please..." Phidelia grasped, holding on her shirt as Roxy and Bella rushed on her with Tina turning on her phone's camera. She struggled with them for about 30minus. Feeling suffocated, her asthma kicked in.

She gasped for breathe as she slowly reached into her pocket for her inhaler. Just then, Roxy snatched it from her, stepping back with a smirk.

"Ple...ase...give it back." she murmured faintly, reaching for it.

"You want this..?" Tina took the inhaler from Roxy, lifting it up in the air. "Come get it."

"Please Tina," she gasped for breathe. "Please the inhaler..." she begged, struggling for her life. But Tina and her friends looked on, laughing their hearts out. They thought they were having fun but little did they know of the impending danger.

After a while of pleading and struggling for breathe, Phidelia collapsed on the floor. The smiles on their faces slowly fading away. They looked aghast at each other then Roxy knelt over to Phidelia, passing a finger beneath her nose. With bated breath, Tina and Bella waited for the result.

"What happened to her?"

Roxy raised a horrified gaze at them, "She..., she is dead.."

"What..? What do we do?" queried Bella.

"This...this is not good." she ruffled her hair, " Alright, calm down Bella, no panicking. I think I have a plan."

Bella and Roxy waited anxiously as she strolled over to the door and pecked through. When she was sure they were save, she sauntered back to her friends.

"Let's hide her body and bury it later."

"No Tina, that's too dangerous." replied Bella.

"And do you have any better ideas...? Let's hear it."

Bella who had no special plans nor ideas just growled, not saying anything in particular.

"Then it's sorted then. Come help me."

They carried Phidelia body to one of the washrooms, tossing her bag on her as they locked it up. They kept the key with them and hurried out of the washroom.

The rest of the school hours passed by and soon it was evening. Tina and her friends waited until it was 12am then they returned to the school. They waited for the security man to leave his post then sneaked into the school. They hurried off to the washroom, wrapped the body up with a white cloth and with much difficulty, carried it into the woods. The moon light was up in the skies giving out it light with the whimpes of the birds filling the atmosphere giving out a tensed and creepy aura as they dug the pit. After several hours, they were done. They carried the body into the pit, throwing her bag on her and hurriedly covered it up.

They heaved a sigh, dusting off their hands as the sweat on their faces shone under the moon light.

"Let's go.." Tina urged and they rushed out of the scene.

EIGHTEEN YEARS BACK

(The Birth Of Phidel and Phidelia)

LINCOLN HOSPITAL

February 4, 2000.

Sitting anxiously in wait in front of the labour ward, Randy instinctively runs up to any nurse who approaches from the ward wanting to know what's going on with his wife but nobody seems to tell him anything.

He slammed himself on the bench overwhelmed with exhaustion as he ruffled his hair.

After about Two hours of waiting, the doctor finally came out of the ward with a sweaty face, wearing a bright smile.