Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Emily jumped in joy when her shift was over. She was about to leave when she remembered how Micheal saved her from the crazy lady earlier and she couldn't thank him.

After searching for him in a few minutes, she spotted him going through the kitchen door with an empty tray in his hands, she walked quickly to the kitchen, bumping into Micheal who was on his way out with the empty tray now containing three glasses of lemonade. The tray fell off his hands and the contents spilled all over the place.

"Damn it!" Micheal said with clenched teeth. "What the hell is wrong with you Em?"

"Oh my God. I'm so sorry. " She said, squatting and picking the broken glass into the tray.

Mike squatted after standing and staring for some seconds. He dipped his hand angrily to pick a broken piece but it ended up cutting deep into the flesh of his wrist.

He quickly pulled back his hands and Emily's eyes widened when she saw the broken glass stuck in his wrist.

"What...? How...? D-did this h-happened? " She stuttered.

He pulled the broken piece out of his wrist and blood started oozing out.

"I'll go clean up in the restroom. " Micheal said calmly, standing up to leave. After he left, Emily finished cleaning the floor and dumped the refuse in the trash can.

She felt guilty for every single thing that happened, Micheal's angry, yet innocent face bothered her. She ought to make her wrongs right.

"Hey Chris, do you know where the first aid box is?" She asked Chris who just came into the kitchen with a tray of leftovers, He dropped it in the kitchen sink and faced Emily, he was smiling really hard and it got her confused.

"Was it that bad that you need first aid treatment?" He said snickering.

Emily who was still confused, asked him what he was talking about.

"How can you easily forget such strangling?" He asked and finally laughed out loud.

"You think that's funny?" Emily asked, now knowing what he meant.

"You should've seen your face, How you stuck your tongue out. " Chris said, placing his both hands on his neck and trying to imitate her by making ugly faces. Emily fought the urge to slap him hard across the face.

"You were actually enjoying the sight of me getting strangled, weren't you?" She asked, squinting her eyes and nodding slightly.

Chris started a new episode of laughter, this time it was a wicked one.

He would try to catch a breath sometimes to talk, but then he would continue laughing. Emily eyed him angrily before storming out the door.

She was heading to the restroom because Micheal mentioned cleaning up in there earlier. The door was open, she peeped and saw Micheal standing at the mirror, staring deeply at his reflection that he didn't even notice her presence. He seemed lost in his thoughts.

"Mike?" She called the third time shaking him slightly.

He turned slowly and looked into her eyes. She could see the pain and sadness in his dark brown eyes, and somehow, she felt concerned.

"What's bothering you?" She asked, staring profoundly into his eyes.

"Nothing. " Was his quick response as he tried to leave.

She held his hand to prevent him from leaving. "Look, I'm really sorry for everything that happened today. " She said and he nodded.

"I see you've nicely cleaned your wound. " She said, holding up his wrist. She furrowed her brows. There was nothing on his wrist; No blood stain; no cuts; not even a scar.

"Where's your wound?" She asked, looking up at him.

He quickly drew his hand back.

"Go home. " Was all he said before walking out of the restroom, leaving her all alone in the restroom, She was bewildered and was beginning to think that she was going crazy.

'Yeah... Going home is the best thing to do right now. ' She thought before walking out of the restroom and heading to the exit.

"Where do you think you're going?" Emily heard behind her. Already knowing who it was, she sighed and said. "And where do you think I'm going?"

"You can't just leave. " Chris said.

"Why can't I?" She asked. "My shift is over and don't expect me to cover for Elsa today, I'm tired of covering for that ingrate. " She said and got on her bike.

Chris opened his mouth to speak, but something caught his attention, Emily turned to see what was it that caught his attention. She should've known, it was Elsa, she came out of the white Lamborghini that dropped her off, she waved at the person inside the car before she turned around and started walking towards the door, pretending not to see Chris and Emily.

Chris could no get his eyes off her.

She was wearing a short white gown with black polka dot and straps, clinging to every inch of her body, exposing her strict feminine figure, her bright skin gleaming due to the ointment she applied. Her thick; black and neatly curled hair was slightly touching her shoulders, her lips were painted red, and she wore a pair of black shiny heels.

Elsa was the same age as Emily, she was the girl whom chris had been in love with since they were fifteen.

Emily, seeing how Chris was lost in staring at Elsa, shook her head slightly and pedalled her bike leaving him standing alone. He rushed inside after he realized that Emily had gone.

Chris met Elsa sitting on a chair by the kitchen, her legs were crossed and her eyes glued to the nail she was filing.

"Um... Elsa, why haven't you been coming to work?" He asked trying to contain his nervousness.

"It's just three days, not like I missed the whole week. " Elsa said, her eyes were still on the nail she was filing.

"Do you know how hard it was to cover for you? So my dad, your boss wouldn't know about your absence?" He said and this time, with seriousness.

She looked up at him. "Oh please!" She said, then went back to her nails.

"Anyways," Chris said with a sigh. "Why are you not in the kitchen? Customer are already making orders. " Chris said.

Elsa raised her face to look at him. "You don't expect me to cook, do you? It'll ruin my nails. " Elsa said with a frown settling on her forehead.

"Seriously? You've not come to work for the past three days and all you care about right now are those stupid looking nails of yours? Chris said, chuckling at the end.

"Only a moron will fall for a girl with stupid looking nails." She said and her lips curved into a wicked smile.

"I'm over you Elsa!" He yelled.

"No You're not!" She yelled back.

"You think I don't see the way you look at me? How flirty you get?"

Okay, that's it! He was going to tell his dad how she has not been coming to work, he didn't care if it'll get her fired.

Immediately he distanced himself from her, he felt his legs attached, attempted to take another step, he staggered and fell to the floor. He tried to get up and realized he couldn't budge.

Elsa walked towards him and intentionally stepped on his hand, her pointy heels piercing the back of his loof, making him yelp in pain, he tried to free his hands but he still couldn't move.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you." She said in a whisper before walking away. Chris felt the heavy force that tied him down, slip away, he pulled his injured hand to himself and sat up immediately, many thoughts started running through his mind.

'How did Elsa know what he wanted to do? '

'Did she read his mind? '

'Why was he not able to move? '

'Is Elsa a paranormal creature? '