Sickening

The Grudge Contest.

"Please, please can we just turn back?" Clara is pleading me with me while pulling my arm. God she can be so annoying.

"No Clara, that freak has done it this time!" I rage back at her. Her grey eyes are wide with fear and brimming with tears. She lets go of my arm knowing there is nothing she can do to stop me.

"Jacob. If. if" she stutters "if you don't stop that's the end of us!" she shrieks back at me.

Its 4am and I'm speeding down the street towards his house. I can barley see out of the window with this torrential rain and red haze of anger distorting my vison. I can't remember the last time I was this angry over anything. My blood is hot under my skin and I need to let me rage out soon.

"Tell me why then Clara! Why did he send you those sick videos?! Why is he so obsessed with you?" I know I'm being harsh, but he has done this to many times.

"I don't know!" she starts "Its not like that, he isn't obsessed with me" she's now fully sobbing. I should try and comfort her but I'm too angry.

"why are you defending him?" I Retort, my breathing is heavy and I'm trying to calm down as we arrive at his house. "He's a freak Clara, you know it, I know it, everyone knows it!"

"Stop speaking about him in that way, please, I can explain." She says while practically shaking.

"Go on then. I'm waiting." I say.

*Flash Back to 10 years ago*

"Lewis, what's happening? I'm frightened" A young 8-year-old Clara cry's.

"Don't worry, everything will be ok. Close your eyes and hide under your bed. Don't. say. A. word." Clara's older brother Lewis replies.

Lewis disappears into the dimly lit hall where his and Clara's mothers shadow can be seen swaying backwords and forwards on the bedroom floor. The swaying abruptly stops and there is a pool of blackness spilling from the hall into the bedroom. It takes all 8-year-old Clara can muster not scream in terror. Muffled tumbling can be heard outside and the dreaded *grrr* noise that sounds like its coming from deep within the throat can be heard.

Lewis returns to Clara unharmed but something about him is different and he has never been the same.

*present time*

"I can still hear that noise in my nightmares, it haunts me" Clara whispers.

I am frozen still. Completely l in shock, trying to take in everything she just said. From the fact that he is her brother and that messed up story she just told me.

"you stay here then Clara, I'm going into his apartment. Ill be right back, promise" I'm trying to be gentle.

That's when I hear it.