Adoring Ms. Stevens

Chapter 46

Shiranda's POV

   I'm in the middle of teaching Shayla how to skateboard.  "Woo shit!"  She quickly says, falling back.  I quickly grab her hand, keeping her balance.

"I think that's enough skateboarding for today."  She says.  "Judging by the fact that you almost cracked your skull open, agreed."

"Sooooooo, how do you feel about Ms. Stevens always being around now?"  "I'm, uuhhhh, used to her."

"You mean, "in love with her"?"  "No.  I'm not in love with Ms. Stevens.  That's ridiculous."

"You're attached to her, that's for sure."  "I wouldn't say that.  I just.....like when she's around.... sometimes."

Here we are.  At the skate park.  Talking about Ms. Stevens.  Of course.

"You like her."  "As a friend."  "As a girlfriend."  "Why are we always evaluating me?  Why can't we talk about you being head over heels for Deena?"

"Because unlike you, I can admit when I'm in love with somebody.  We both know I'm in love with Deena and have been for years.  Just like you're in love with Ms. Stevens."

"Stop saying that."  I say sharply, looking at her with intimidating eyes, a deathly stare on my face.

She throws her hands up to her sides.  "Fine.  I won't speak anymore of it."

.....

Ms. Stevens' POV

Deena's not home, but I know Shiranda should be.  I ring the doorbell.

After waiting awhile, the door doesn't open.

That's strange.  Shiranda always opens the door for me.  I ring the doorbell two more times and knock on it, but it still doesn't open.

I fish out the spare key from my pocket and quickly open the door.

Shiranda's there, on the couch, just sitting there, but........but she looks weird.

Her eyes are open, but there's this eerie presence within her.

I rush over to her.  "Shiranda.  Shiranda, get up!"  I say as I worriedly shake her.

She doesn't move an inch.  I check for a pulse.  It's still there.

Something tells me to look at the table.  Dreadingly, my eyes look over, and to my horror, there's a pill bottle and a glass of water on the table.

Rohypnol the bottle reads.

Oh no.  Oh no, no, fuck no!

I quickly call 911.

"911.  What's your emergency?"  "I HAVE SOMEONE HERE UNDER THE INFLUENCE OF ROHYPNOL!  PLEASE SEND HELP!"  I shout, tears streaming down my face.

When the ambulance gets here, they put her on the gurney and into the truck, and I ride to the hospital with them.