10.
February 15th, 2020
Iscreamed like a dying hyena and stood on the couch. With bated breaths, I watched as Gallan continued to chase the rat with a wooden shoebox in his hands. The heel of one of his boots hit my broken phone – which was on the floor – resulting in aCRUNCH!to sound from the dead device.
R. I. P, my darling…
Getting ahold of the rat was proving to be a challenge; the damn rodent was giving us a run for our money. I can’t even begin to count down the number of times Gall almost fell over the broken furniture in his trailer in the process of catching that brown-haired dipshit.
The mission at hand seemed impossible, but him and I were determined. Well, it was mostlyhimwho was working on said mission. I was simply… Wait, what was I doing again?
I screamed and stumbled back when the rat jumped over a few fallen pillows and ran straight towards the attached washroom in the trailer.
Yeah, that’s whatIwas doing.
It was a purely heroic act on my part…not.
“Oh no, you don’t,” Gall hissed as he ran towards the rat when it began scratching the shut washroom door. “Shit!” he then cursed when he tumbled over something. “Fucking illuminati is conspiring against me tonight,” he mumbled.
I placed a hand over my mouth and giggled at his comment, and then screamed bloody murder when the rat sidetracked Gall and jumped on the couch’s armrest before making its way to the snack table.
“Why the hell are you screaming?!” Gall yelled, and then placed the shoebox upside down on the snack table, only to miss the rat by a few inches.
“Because I’m scared that thing will murder me in cold blood!” I yelled back.
He groaned. “Weren’t you the one who said it washarmless?!”
“Are you going to continue to hold it against me now?!”
We were still yelling, by the way.
He scowled, and continued to scan the area for the rat. “Fucking hell, Zaira! No!”
I huffed and stomped my feet on the soft couch, only to trip and fall halfway down.
Bye-bye, dignity.
“Why are we yelling so much anyway?!” I yelled-asked.
Gall sighed and widened his arms at his sides. “I don’t know.” He looked at me. “We’re frustrated, maybe that’s why.”
My brows creased. He did look pretty tired and upset, and honestly, I felt the exact same way. “Let’s just sit–”
Squeak-squeak.
Gall turned at the noise, and then ran towards the rat again. His phone fell from his back pocket in the process, and I immediately jumped down and grabbed it before he could accidentally stomp on it.
As I climbed back up on the couch with the phone in my hand, it vibrated against my palm.
My brows furrowed. I swallowed once, and then pressed the lock key on the iPhone. My heart hammered in my chest when I saw a strong mobile network on the screen, along with 6 call and 2 text message notifications from Shane staring back at me.
No… This can’t be right.
Gallan wouldn’t lie, would he?
This must be a joke. A bad,badjoke. Or a dream; a nightmare.
Maybe I was dead. Maybe the rat bit me and I died of poisoning or something, and was thrown into an alternate universe where things were different from the ones I’d already experienced.
