Jayden
I watched, frozen in place, as Yvonne smiled and stood up. She walked up to Allison, who stood stiffly, her eyes fixed on Yvonne with an unwavering gaze.
Yvonne’s voice was sugary sweet. “Wow, what an interesting question. Now, should I put it into practice or should I tell you the response?”
Allison’s response was curt. “Do what you want.”
Next, Yvonne laughed, and her laughter sent a shiver down my spine. Why were almost all the girls I knew real straight-up psychos?
“You know what? I should put it into practice. It will be more fun.”
She turned to the rest of us sitting on the floor, waiting for whatever happens next. “So, what do you guys think? What if I put it into practice?”
The room fell silent, with everyone exchanging nervous glances. Finally, they nodded in unison. “You can do what you wish.”
Yvonne nodded, a mischievous glint in her eye. She walked up to the cake in the middle of the room, and I felt a sense of foreboding. What was she planning?
I watched in horror as Yvonne bent down and picked up the knife from the table. The same knife used to cut the cake.
“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice low and urgent.
Yvonne’s response was a finger pressed against her lips, silencing me. She took the knife to her lips, her tongue darting out to lick off the icing and cake residue from the blunt sides.
My heart sank as she turned to Allison, the knife glinting in the light. “The moment Jayden says he wants to break up with me, I’m going to stab myself,” she declared, the pointed tip of the knife hovering at the side of her neck where her pulse point was.
Allison only smirked as if not really surprised.
Yvonne’s gaze swept the room, her voice dripping with drama. “Yes, that’s how obsessed I am with my boyfriend. He’s not breaking up with me anytime soon.”
Her eyes locked onto mine, and I forced a smile. “Yeah, right, Yvonne. I’m not… I love you so much.”
Yvonne’s face lit up with a radiant smile as she ran to me, hugging me tightly. “I love you too.”
But as she drew back, the knife still clutched in her hand, my eyes drifted to Allison, glaring at her. She obviously did this intentionally. What was she playing at?
Yvonne’s voice cut through the air, breaking my messy thoughts. “Aren’t we going to continue with the truth or dare or what? Come on, let’s go!”
I felt a shiver run down my spine as Yvonne’s gaze met mine. “Baby, I feel and think this is going to be fun.”
I looked down, my voice firm. “I think you guys should leave. The party is over.”
“What?” Tyler said, “Come on, we are just getting started.”
I raised my voice, yelling, “Fucking leave!”
The room cleared out instantly, with everyone dashing out of the house. Yvonne remained seated beside me, while Allison stood nearby.
Yvonne slowly stood up, concern etched on her face. “What happened? Why are you so mad?”
I took a deep breath. “I just want to be alone, Yvonne. Please, can you leave?”
Yvonne’s eyes welled up with tears. “Are you mad because of what I did? I’m sorry, I won’t do it again. I won’t hurt myself, I promise… well, if you remain a good boy.”
“Yvonne,” I sighed, rubbing my aching head. “Please, just go. We’ll talk later, I promise.”
She sighed deeply, stood up, kissed my lips, and whispered, “Okay, then. Good night, my love.”
As Yvonne left, she glanced at Allison, tapping her shoulder before exiting. Allison just rolled her eyes in response.
After locking the door behind Yvonne, Allison approached me. “I know why you can’t break up with her. You don’t want her to hurt herself, do you?”
“Yes,” I replied softly. “Happy now?”
“Wow. She’s really insane.”
“So are you,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “That’s why I want to end things with her amicably, without moving too fast. I want to finish everything between us first, then I’ll go stay with her for some time before ending it. I can’t handle anything but someone getting hurt because of me is going to be so messed up.”
I began heading upstairs, leaving Allison to stare.
“Hey, aren’t you going to clean up this house?” Allison’s voice echoed from the stairs.
I replied lazily, “We can do that tomorrow, Allison. Please.”
I turned back to see her roll her eyes and make an annoying sound before taking the stairs. Then, I disappeared into my room.
I let out a deep sigh and lay down on the bed, feeling hot and suffocated. I got up, took off my clothes, and headed to the shower. The cool water was refreshing, and I felt my tension ease.
After showering, I put on some comfortable clothes and lay back down on the bed. I took out my phone and switched it off, not wanting any distractions.
Just as I was drifting off, there was a knock on the door. I got up and opened it slightly, seeing Allison standing outside.
“What?” I asked.
Allison folded her hands, her expression neutral. “By the way, Mom called.”
“Okay,” I replied.
“She said she won’t be coming home tomorrow. She and your Dad won’t be coming home tomorrow because they have something important to attend to.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Alright.”
Allison seemed to expect more from me. “Is that all?” she asked.
I shrugged. “What do you mean is that all? What else do you want me to say, Allison?”
Her expression turned cold, and she turned to leave. I watched her go before shutting the door and returning to bed.
With my body on the bed, my eyes strayed to the floor, where I spotted a small black bag. I picked it up and opened it, revealing a golden curly wig, bunny mask – a replica of Sweet Bunny’s signature style. Alongside the blue micro dress with an exposed back, the kind Sweet Bunny normally wore.
“Tomorrow is the last day, finally,” I whispered to myself.
Just then, I recalled the debt I owed Victor, which was due tomorrow, and I groaned.
Life can’t get any worse than this, can it?