Last night was frenzied breaths and a faint heartbeat. Despite the nervous jitters running down my spine and sweaty palms on a chilly night, I felt a certain exhilaration. As though I had accomplished something big when I had only thrown eggs in the cover of the night at the house of one of those thugs. I remember the lanky dude calling me names that I don’t prefer to even repeat to myself.
Now as the sunset climbs up today, I am sure that there will be a response from their side. I have a pessimistic feeling that those guys would link the egging of one of their fellow’s house as my act but Adriana is sure that I am thinking along the wrong notes. She says that I have been quiet for so long that they would never really put two and two together.
Although her answer has calmed my spirit that just a few hours ago was dreading the rise of the sun yet strangely this answer is also hurting my ego. I feel like I should be a match for those boys and the thugs should be able to come after me, thinking that such an act of bravery could belong to me.
But in trying to prove my worth to Adriana, my mind scorns against the consequences. The entire day juggles such thoughts as I go to the fields and lend my hand there. Nothing happens. The morning shifts into the afternoon without any interference and the sun decides to dip into the horizon without a sound or disturbance. Although, the hair on my arms stand on their edges as I return home nothing happens. A few gazes do stare my way but that is due to the new scars that embellish my skin.
All day nothing happens except for this knock as the midnight approaches fast and the town falls asleep.
Initially, I decide to not answer it and pretend that I am not home. But it sounds lunatic to my brain and within a moment of decision and in an attempt to show my courage to the woman I love, I open the door.
To my complete surprise, Adriana stands there, the hood slightly slipping to reveal her dark hair. I let her in, silently taking a sigh of relief. But she turns to me and points a knife at me. My breath hitches, as all the color drains from my face and my legs turn to noodles again. With a soft giggle, however, Adriana, the flawless beauty stops any negative thoughts from intruding my soul.
She tells me another plan that I find very extreme and attempt to decline. But with Adriana, one has no opinion as she makes up her mind and I can see it in our eyes that she wants me to become a man and seek my revenge finally. I really dislike the idea, but she pushes me out the wooden frame of the door. Almost, half the way, she drags my body and in that moment I feel more of a girl then I have ever felt before
