cannibals [slow updates]

xxviii | clarity

Oakley was sick of everything that was going on between the group, and she wanted it to stop.

So she was going to go over to Free's house, to try and sort this out. Only problem was...Oakley didn't even know where she lived.

No one in their group knew where she lived. Every time they asked her to go over, she always had excuses upon excuses upon excuses.

Maybe her house was actually dirty, or she was ashamed of where she lived. So Oakley never pushed the matter, she saved the confrontation for until it was absolutely necessary, like now for instance.

Quickly, she grabbed her laptop and typed in the address for school website. In a flash, she broke through the flimsy firewall and had access to the database that held digital copies of the student's files.

She searched until she got to the letter K. "Kohl, Farrah," she read out loud, before writing out the address on the back of her hand.

She lived in a nicer area in Anaheim, which was at least a 30 minute drive from the school, which was odd. Most of the students didn't live that far out.

Shaking her head, she grabbed her car keys and rushed out.

When she got there, she rechecked the address and looked at the house in front of her. There were three cars parked in the driveway, which caused her to narrow her eyes in suspicion.

She killed the engine and unbuckled her seatbelt before getting out of the car to walk up the cobblestone pathway.

"This is for Calvin," she murmured to herself, before knocking on the green painted wood door. "This is for our friendship."

She was more than surprised to see a slightly plump, rosy cheeked woman answer the door.

"Hello!" She greeted, a wide smile on her lips. "What can I do for you?"

"Um, does Farrah Kohl live here?" She questioned, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

"Yes, come on in!" She offered, opening the door wider to let her walk through.

The house smelled of home cooking, which was a scent she hadn't experience since she was a kid.

"Are you a friend of Farrah's?" She asked, closing the door behind her.

"Uh, yeah," she replied, staring at the walls of the house. There were baby and family pictures all over, which made her clench her hands into a tight fist.

Something was wrong with this image, she thought. Something very, very wrong.

"We were just setting up for dinner," she explained, leading her over to the dining room. "You could stay for dinner if you'd like."

Before she could answer, her pink haired friend came bustling into the room. "Mom, who is at that door-?"

When her eyes trailed upwards, the three porcelain dished tumbled from the her trembling hands and crashed into the floor, scattering the broken pieces all over the hardwood floor.

"Farrah!" The woman, who Oakley now identified as Mrs. Kohl yelled in shock. "How can you be so clumsy?"

"What was that crash, honey?" A new voice joined the trio, as a tall, slender man walked into the room, his arms going around Farrah's mom in a greeting before giving her a light peck on the lips.

"To answer your earlier request, Mrs. Kohl," Oakley spoke up while maintaining fierce eye contact with Free, grabbing the attention of everyone in the room. "I will be staying for dinner."

Free's eyes widened in panic, as Oakley sat down at the table.

"This is going to be too good," she said aloud, leaning back into her chair and crossing her arms before keeping her gaze on Free. "Isn't that right...Farrah?"

Farrah.

Two down, two more to go.