Kiara's Game - Part 5 - The Curse
by Kiara Reynard
What was your aunt saying to the two of you?
I don’t even know. It what the most cryptic shit I’d ever heard.
I bet Kiara knows what she meant though.
She’s supposed to know EVERYTHING, right?
Come on, Maya. Now’s not the time to play Kiara’s Game.
We’ve had a rough day.
I know, and it’s Kiara’s fault.
She’s hiding something.
I didn’t speak up for myself.
What would be the point in arguing now?
I WAS hiding something.
Something weird was going on with me, but I didn’t know what it was.
She’s not saying anything because she knows I’m right.
Yeah, but what did your aunt say that pissed you off so much?
That she knows of Kiara. OF her.
What does that mean?
I don’t know. Ask Kiara.
You gotta admit, Ki. That’s really strange.
You just summed up my life, Zo.
It’s strange. I’m strange.
Well strange is better than boring.
I’d kill for boring right now.
Maybe it was just a coincidence that we ran into all those people today?
That boy, those wit—I mean, the ladies in black.
Maybe it’s a coincidence that your Aunt happens to know them?
No effing way.
Well if it’s not, what do we do about it?
I don’t see what we can do.
We just have to wait until Miss Maria explains what’s going on, I guess.
I’m not just gonna sit pretty.
I don’t know if you remember, but I was assaulted twice today.
And, no offense, but you deserved at least one of them.
Ki’s boyfriend wasn’t the only crazy stalker out there today.
Boyfriend?
I saw the way you two looked at each other.
You’re crazy, Abs.
And you’re a terrible liar, Ki.
We all saw it.
You were practically drooling when he smiled at you.
Oh my god, shut up.
I will, but only because there’s a bigger issue at hand right now…
This is what I’ve been saying.
Something strange is going on…
And it all has to do with Kiara.
Stop being such a bitch, Maya!
She’s right.
They all stared at me.
Whatever is happening is my fault.
What does that mean?
It means that weird shit happens around me.
Sometimes, the people who get close to me disappear.
Don’t be such a drama queen.
I’m not.
Look, I’ve been in three group homes since I was born.
You mean orphanages?
Oh my gosh, Abs! No one calls them that anymore.
No, it was a legit orphanage—and every time I got close to someone there…
They disappeared?
Not exactly.
They were adopted, THEN they disappeared.
I don’t get it.
It was like someone was trying to make sure I was always alone.
What?! Why?
I have no idea.
Growing up, most kids instinctively avoided me.
But every once in a while, I would make a friend.
Like, a real friend. Like you guys.
And the moment that would happen, as soon as we got close…
Someone would adopt that friend.
They’d just take them and go?
No, it’s not like in the movies.
Orphan kids don’t sit staring out a window until some nice couple shows up to take them home.
You go on supervised visits… you get to know prospective parents…
It takes months to adopt a kid.
So?
So my friends would tell me about the people interested in them.
They were always rich couples who couldn’t have kids.
They were always exceedingly kind.
And they ALWAYS adopted my friend.
I still don’t get it.
What’s the big deal? Isn’t that a good thing?
It was, but it was just extremely unlikely.
Not once did the seemingly perfect couple say no.
I would instantly be alone again.
Of course, my friends always promised to stay in touch.
And they didn’t?
That’s mean.
That’s what I thought at first.
But then I began trying to contact them…
Using whatever phone numbers, addresses, and emails I could find.
And in every instance, I found out that the entire family had vanished.
People move, jackass. That doesn’t mean—
Eight.
What?
Eight friends.
I got close to that many people who were adopted and then disappeared.
Bullshit. No one noticed this?
Not at first.
Remember that I was at three orphanages over a number of years.
But then one social worker… Miss Welker…
She eventually started asking questions.
Until she disappeared too…
Without a trace.
Did you tell anyone what was happening?
See, that’s where life IS like the movies.
Police don’t listen to wild tales from little orphan girls.
So what did you do?
I stopped making friends.
I was eventually put into the foster system.
But then two of my foster siblings were kidnapped…
And two of my foster parents died under mysterious circumstances.
When people noticed the pattern, families stopped taking me in.
And you picked us to be next?
I’m sorry. I tried to keep to myself.
When I moved here eight months ago, I didn’t talk to anyone…
I sat by myself, I ate alone.
I tried to keep from getting close, but-
I wouldn’t let you. And guess what?
I’m not gonna start now.
Me neither.
I know that you’ve only been in our inner circle for six months, Ki…
But you’re the chillest bitch I know.
Gag me.
What I want to know is, if no one wanted you, how’d you end up here?
Why did Milly take you in?
Trust me. They just wanted me out of the system.
And you guys met Milly.
Yeah, she was hella weird.
Exactly—like everything else in my life.
She barely acknowledges I’m there.
That sucks.
Yeah, but at least I get to do whatever I want.
And she’s rich. I get to live in an old mansion on the lake.
Not too shabby for an orphan.
Hell yeah, girl.
We should hang there more often. No rules, no one to bother—
NO.
I don’t want you guys there.
Why not?
Because there isn’t an ounce of happiness that house.
It’s like a mausoleum. Cold and dead.
Well, considering your track record…
I’m guessing Milly will be cold and dead soon too.
OH EM GEE, Maya—you did NOT just say that.
Unfortunately, she’s probably right.
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