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If you value your life… you won’t read about my gruesome tale.
Gruesome?
Maybe that’s a tad bit exaggerated.
But whatever.
It’s not like these past few months have been perfectly great. If anything, they were absolute hell. Until- no. You’ll just have to wait until later to hear about that. But as for now, you can deal with the suffering as I tell you everything. Everything that made my life a living hell for months, almost a whole year. Yet, it still consisted of the most perfect moments I had dreamt of ever since I was a little girl.
I just never expected it to happen like this.
Okay, so he didn’t say that. But you get the clue.
The house felt eerily silent that day; not that it made that much of a difference. It always was; it had been this empty for the past three years. I was only twenty-one, living in a cozy-sized house ever since I turned eighteen. My parents, they left a long time ago to spend time in Baghdad, not that they were forced to go. They went on their own freewill; both had been loyal soldiers during Desert Storm. That’s where they actually met, in their own company. I found it quite sweet.
Actually, my mom was once a single mom until she met my step-dad. Then suddenly, when they heard about the war in Iraq, they left the house immediately without even consulting me. I received an occasional letter from them once every two weeks, but one day they stopped coming. I later got the news they had been killed by an improvised explosive device. Great, isn’t it?
They had left me everything in their will considering we had no other relatives left living. Except for some great aunt that lived in Sydney and was about a hundred years old. Okay, so she was eighty-five. Same difference!
Our family wasn’t that bad off, so I was able to work myself through college. It had been my childhood dream to attend Massachusetts Institute of Technology; in fact, I had been accepted there. But I wasn’t able to pay the tuition, so I just stuck to the local community college, where there were no dorm fees or whatever.
I peered at the clock above my television. 9:45 AM. I still had forty-five minutes until my first course began. Which meant I could sleep for about another half hour. Mind you, I may be twenty-one, but it doesn’t mean I’m the most mature person in the world. People think that just because I’m in my third year of college I have to be the most serious person walking on Earth. But that’s just not possible for me. Sure, I could if I tried, but I definitely was not in the mood. Not that I ever was ‘in the mood.’
I shut off the television, cutting off the broadcaster’s voice midway. I trudged up the stairs and walked into my room. My room; I hadn’t changed it ever since I was fourteen. I’d been too lazy to change a thing, and plus, I hated change. Consistency was good for me.
I was just about to doze off when I heard the front door slam shut. What the hell, no one else had the key to this house. I gave the key to no one, there was none hidden beneath the ‘Welcome’ mat or whatever. The only way was if they actually broke into the house.
Broke in?
Aw, hell no!
I quietly crept out of my bed, suddenly wide awake. I peered out of my bedroom door. A group of about ten guys was gathered in the living room, looking around cautiously. “Are you sure no one’s living here? It looks pretty lived in.” the guy in the middle said.
I saw another guy nod. “I’ve been keeping watch. No one comes in and out. No one has for the past few days.”
I’ve been coming in and out of this house for months! Years! What’s that supposed to mean? And the past few days? That’s actually true. It was Thanksgiving break, we were given a break to visit our families. For the past three years, I’ve stayed home during the past few days, allowing that familiar empty feeling build up inside of me. The feeling that there’s no one there for me.
And truthfully, there really wasn’t. My friends all lived scattered around the area. I wasn’t going to spend all that gas just to visit them. Seriously, three dollars for a gallon. A little insane, wouldn’t you say?
“The past few days?!” the original speaker yelled. “The past few days? You told me the past few months! There could be someone watching us as we speak right now! We can’t have that. Go upstairs, search everything. If there’s anyone, kill them on the spot.”
I stood frozen with shock. Kill them? What? I saw three of them, slowly coming up the stairs, semi-automatic pistols in their hand.
I had to hold back a squeak as I stood behind the door, my breath stopping suddenly. I felt like I had lost all ability to breath as I heard the footsteps right outside the door. The door slowly squeaked open, and I could already imagine the guy with both hands on his gun, walking in.
Acting upon instinct, I slammed the door shut with my feet, sending him backwards. Right away, I knew that was a bad idea. I was locked in a house with ten armed guys. This could be really, really bad. “No!” I heard the same guy yell. “Don’t fucking shoot! Neighbors can hear you!” I instantly relaxed as I heard angry stomping up the stairs. The door suddenly flung open and hit me full in the face, knocking me onto the floor. I looked up and I saw a man, probably around his late forties, staring down at me with a wicked grin.
“No one here, huh, Peterson?” the man asked as another guy stepped in. The new occupant of the room gulped noticeably and shook his head.
“I- I didn’t see anyone leave the house for a few days. From last Wednesday to Sunday. It’s a while. I didn’t think anyone would last being inside a house for so long.”
“Well, looks like you should’ve gotten your fucking facts right first, before you came running to us. Fuck, now it looks like we’ll just stay here. She can’t do any harm to us.” He looked me over as I shrunk back in disgust. He was looking me like, that. And he was more than twice my age!
Sick.
“Wait, she’s staying here?” the guy I now knew as Peterson said hurriedly. “Shouldn’t we just kill her? I mean, she could go running to the cops or something. Or whatever her parents come home?”
The man turned to Peterson quickly and slammed him back against the wall, his feet about a foot off the ground. This man seriously scared me, no matter how old he was. He was definitely not going to be your typical jolly grandfather, that’s for sure.
“Well then.” He hissed. “You should’ve thought about that before you told us to come here.” With a quick movement, he easily threw him onto me, sending us both flying about two feet back. I hit my head against the wooden floor with a loud thunk, as the pain reverberated throughout my skull.
The pain, that’s all I could think of as my head thumped heavily with my heart. The guy stared at us for a few more seconds before stalking out of the room. I groaned in pain and attempted to shove Peterson off of me. “Shit.” He whispered, allowing me to sit up gently. “You must’ve hit your head pretty hard; I’m not much of a medic. I probably won’t be much help. Go get an ice pack.” He said coldly and walked out of the room.
Wow. He was helpful.
I sat on the ground for who knows how long, and I could still hear their chatter from downstairs. It seriously seemed like they wouldn’t be moving anywhere anytime soon. The throbbing pain in my head has lessened a little, but with every step I took, the pain worsened. By the time I reached the bottom of the stairs, I felt ten pairs of eyes look at me suspiciously as I walked into the kitchen.
“Who the hell are you?” a voice from the opposite kitchen entrance asked.
“I’m the owner of this house; who else?” I responded quietly. I knew I shouldn’t raise my voice; the pain would increase sharply, only to decrease again.
“Why are you here? Shouldn’t you be in college or something?”
“I am in college. I go to the local community college.”
“The community college? Why don’t you go to some big-shot Ivy League school?”
“I would’ve gone to MIT.” I spoke quietly, but sharply, hoping this guy would understand that I was not in the mood for his sarcastic words. “But I don’t have the money to go. Now will you please kindly fuck off?” I said, leaning against my hands on the refrigerator door.
I waited a few more seconds until I could hear his footsteps fading away before I opened the left side of the refrigerator. I groped around blindly for the ice pack. Opening my eyes hurt too much, so I decided against it. Finally, I found it, wrapped it in a towel and placed it against the back of my head. I finally looked up at the microwave, and there it was. Those scary numbers.
10:15 AM.
I was going to be late for Biology 101.
I slowly walked back up to my study and gathered all the books I needed and grabbed my keys from off the hook hanging besides the light switch. “And where do you think you’re going?” another guy asked me, as he leaned against one side of the doorway of the study, blocking the entire frame. I sighed gently, and lowered my hand holding up the ice pack.
“I need to go get an education. I’m still in college, and I have no intentions of dropping out.” I looked up at his young face, completely distorted with an extreme coldness. “Unlike you.”
He laughed harshly and took a step away from the door. “Honey, I was among the top ten in my class at Yale. I’m twenty-three. Get it right.”
“Oh jeez, I’m sorry.” I replied sarcastically, rolling my eyes and preparing to leave.
He suddenly growled and in a flash, I was pinned up against the wall, as Peterson was only minutes before. Only this time, I wasn’t being held up by my shirt, he actually had his hands rung around my neck, as if though he wanted me to choke to death.
“What did you just say?” I tried to say something, but no noise came out as the lack of air began to hit me hard. “Was that a fucking attitude you were giving me?” he snarled again. I tried to shake my head, but his hands were keeping my head in place. I felt that if I made any movement, he would snap my neck in a second. I could feel the air slowly slipping away from me. My head was feeling lighter than ever as time stretched on.
Two seconds later, I was on the ground on all four, coughing for dear life. I held my neck as I rolled on my back, forgetting the sharp pain in the back of my head from my previous fall. I glared up at the guy who was standing above me. “Don’t fucking try it again, doll.”
And he walked away.
Bastard.
I slowly walked down the strolls, rubbing my neck along the way. I knew a huge bruise would form there eventually, and it would hurt. Like. A. Bitch.
“And where are you going now?” the scary man asked, as I was about to leave the house. I slowly turned, as I said I was leaving for school. The guy laughed coldly. “You’re not going anywhere, girl. Not while I’m here, you’re not. You’ll stay where you are.”
I stared at him incredulously. Before I knew what I was saying, the words just sort of, slipped. “I don’t care what you say, because you have no impact whatsoever in my life! You and your friends are just some random jackasses that showed up at my house one day and claimed it as your own. If anything, I think you guys should just leave me alone and get. Out. Of. My. House.” I spat and slammed the door shut behind me.
I knew I was not going to be welcomed happily when I came home, was the only thought running through my head as I drove away.
The idea's been bothering me for some time. Trey was talking to me about some insane plan he had to take over my house with his friends and keep me hostage when my parents went to Princeton for a week. So suddenly, this idea struck me. I just had to write this.
So now, that's three series. I'll be updating the Pros and Cons of the Trombone next. And then You Are My Addiction. And then this one.
Seriously, I'm in love with this plot.
