AND HIS HEART BETRAYED

Chapter no 6

After a long night, of the lamp light changing and fading into many different colors, some eating, and turning sides, hunting and a bit of racing the mind horses to find a goal maybe, or just ending this anxiety. She came to a conclusion and decided she needed a hamster.

The hamster had nothing to do with the goal or her future, It's just that while searching for a good opportunity to make a name for herself. She came to a picture of a baby hamster in a sock, his big head and tiny hands outside of the sock while his other half tucked in nicely. He was looking to be in the most comfortable of places. And to her the cutest thing she came across.

So, She made a mental note to have a pet now. It was time she grew up and raise some babies, such as a baby hamster.

This will give her a sense of well-forgotten 'Responsibility'.

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On her way to the pet shop, she imagined the proud moment of a mother when she would tuck her own hamster into a pink fluffy sock and she will fall asleep with her. Maybe they can get matching socks, one for the hamster and one for her, and they both could tuck in and watch some zombies on the TV.

The car came to a stop, and before the driver could get out and open the door for her, she was inside the shop. Many a kind of pets. She looked around to find her dream hamster.

There were six hamster cages in total in the pet shop. She wanted a golden hamster in a small size, and soon enough, cause there were only six options, she found 'The one,' The hamster she wanted to spend the rest of her life with, cuddle and sleep with, and share her most intimate feelings.

She brought it and a brown box was given to her in which lay her baby. The next stop was to buy the little being a home. She found a white cage on two sides and glass on the other two. Wooden two-story building, three beds with pink sheets, stairs and a running wheel, and grass on the ground. A perfect home. She was sure it was a female. She could feel her motherly instincts and mothers are never wrong. She was going to name her Chip.

They come home and there were two reactions, a shriek and two 'What the hell' phrases upon her arrival entering the door. The shriek was from Madam Rosella, and the phrase about hell was from Mr. Vitale. The first one was a reaction to Rosella's unwanted and sudden scream, and the second was a pure and utter disappointment at his only child holding a rat.

Mr. Vitale was in the lounge with a newspaper in his hands, and a look of horror on his face looking at his daughter holding what appeared to be a rat. Claiming it to be her new baby? On the other hand, Madam Rosella had the cup of tea that was meant to be served to Mr. Vitale and also a look of horror on her face.

"A rat?" Shrieked, "Mr. Vitale I would not tolerate a rat in this house," she turned to him.

"Mutual feeling, Madam," he replied eyeing a brown thing looking at him from the cage, his whiskers teaching making Mr. Vitale frown.

"It's a hamster," Said Ella, irritated.

"He is glaring at me," said Rosella, "He will come to my dreams to haunt me now, rats do that to me all the time,"

"She is a hamster!"

"It belongs outside the house,"

"It belongs in my room, this is my pet, I just adopted him, and you want me to abandon him,"

Mr. Vitale had his newspaper down and was probably thinking about the moments that led to this one, and takes a big sigh.

"Okay, he can stay," he finally said.

"It's a she,"

"Of course, she is, Would she like some tea or something?... Take it to your room, Eleanor, and make sure it never comes out,"

"On my way, Sir," And she ran upstairs.

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A week later,

It was a gray day, The rain drizzled from the sky, blessing the earth and its contents. They were all in the school cafe getting done with their lunches. Eleanor was stealing glances at Justin and he was doing the same.

"You are much looking towards a person you claim you don't like," said Jen.

Eleanor was caught off-guard and flustered. She moved her hand to tuck the hair behind her ear that was covering her face and shrugged.

"I am admiring God's creations,"

"Yeah Right," Jen sneered.

"I just remembered from God's creation," said Maiden glancing at Ella, "We haven't been to the club for like ever, We should totally go today, It's Friday, weekend!" She raised her eyebrows in question.

"You wanna go see the hunk," Jen asked.

"Yup," She nodded her head, "I just went through a breakup and now I need some good human sight for my teared-up eyes,"

"Fair enough," Jen acknowledged, "Our friend really deserves this, We should go,"

"Okay," Replied Amy, and I nodded my head Yes.

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Later that night, we were all in the club. It was 7 PM, the music was loud, the Referred hunk was there, and people all sweaty, and drunk, dancing on the stage, some talking and some doing forbidden stuff in the corners.

I was three drinks down.

"We then went to the movies, and held hands through the entire film," Amy was telling us about her date last light. I was the least interested in her story because It was repetitive. I had heard all about it last night and now was just some filtered details. When you are best friends, you get to know everything firsthand, with no filter.

"Girl, yo palms must be sweaty," Asked Jen.

"ehh, they were, But I don't mind,"

"How did you even eat the popcorn?" Jen asked.

"With the other hand,"

"Very innconvinient,"

We all agreed.

I asked for another drink and He looked at me. He tilted his head slightly looking deep into my eyes, making my breath stop in my lungs. I don't need oxygen, Was it just me or his eyes were making me more drunk?

"It's going to be excessive," He said. A long time after, I heard his raspy tone.

"What?" I asked intaking a breath.

"Drinking," He added. Maybe it will be, I am already three glasses down and had problems seeing straight.

"Okay," I whispered.

I have a crush on him. I really do. I turned on my bar stool and faced the group of girls next to me. My friends. they were all drunk too.

A loud sound echoed in the far distance. Bang! BANG! The sounds become more urgent and near. The door to the bar echoed with loud sounds and people. The music stopped and everyone stood still, looking in that direction.

Five men appeared in front of the bar. All of them masked and wrapped in coveralls. Screams ringed in the air, along with bodies crashing and crying.

"EVERYONE STAY STILL," One of the men yelled, and fired a bullet in the air. "Silence," People stopped at their places. What the hell is happening here? My heart was making multiple skips in a minute and my stomach was in a pit. s**t! s**t! This is what Dad warned me about. People; animals in them.

"We just want our girl, and you all can go away unscratched," He announced.

The men scanned the room moving their heads, their eyes landing on everyone. One of them moved. He was inching closer and closer to me. Why is no one helping? Where are the cops? Where are the guards? My breath was knocked out of me when I realized they could have been lying there, dead. killed by these men. And when I registered exactly who the man referred to as the girl they wanted, It was too late. I was already being dragged by my hair toward the exit.

I cried and thrashed, but no one helped me. Instead, people started running frantically towards the back door. Dad!