I almost couldn’t understand what was happening.
But then understanding dawned on me that I was standing in blood. Blood of someone that I might have known or maybe it was the blood of the perpetrator. Hopefully it was the perpetrator's blood. Either way I had to find out who it was that’s blood is spilled and I also have to figure out why.
Chills broke out along my neck. It reminded me of the feeling I get when someone is watching me. Someone was watching me. Heat bloomed inside my chest. Not the type of warmth I felt when I was around Elijah, but the warmth of hatred. Of rage. Pure blinding rage.
I made my way to the living room with my hand on the wall to guide me. Though I could have found it without the wall guiding me, it was the only thing that was keeping me grounded. And my feet were still in this godforsaken blood. Fear wormed inside of me at the thought of what atrocious scene I would eventually find sooner or later. After glancing at the couch that usually housed a sleeping or drunk lump known as Phil, I saw there was no regular round silhouette on the couch. My fear grew to new heights. Funny how when something you despise with all your being that’s no there brings more sorrow or fear than you could ever imagine.
My feet pushed me forward even though I really didn’t want to see anything else. Something doesn’t feel right - well other than the obvious - it’s as if I’m missing something important.
The kitchen was looming up above and I could distinctively make out the two forms there. The blood was getting thicker and warmer. The worst case scenarios ran through my head but I had to stomp those down for now. Well it was too late for questioning whose blood it was that’s on the ground.
It was a combination of Phil's and aunt Jenna’s.
They were both dangling from the ceiling cabinets. They were suspended in the air by kitchen knives nailed into them. Both had a knife in each of their shoulders. They also had slashes along their fronts. There was so much blood that I could barely identify them and the fact that they were both missing their heads didn’t help.
A weird calmness evaded my senses. I was so unbelievably calm even though I was standing in the blood of my last adult relative and the abusive drunk that was the input for all of my sadness and hate. Rightfully so to be completely honest. Yet when the corpse of his body is right in front of me, the last bit of hatred for him has seeped out and all that’s there is a black void the size of my heart.
A void that consumed both of them and all of my emotions with it.
Feeling hollow, I turned in the middle of what used to be my kitchen, and saw the missing piece of their corpses. Phil still had a drunken quality to his last expression. God, please tell me he couldn’t even sober up enough in his last few moments of his miserable life. And aunt Jenna…oh, god, she was frozen in fear, her eyes still opened looking at nothing, yet you could tell she was pleading.
A hoarse sob broke out through my sealed lips, sounding like a wounded animal.
There was a thump upstairs and a muffled scream. That’s what broke me trance. That’s what I was forgetting, my brother. How could I forget my brother?
“Because you were too busy being self centered, always thinking about yourself and how these deaths would affect you. Not bothering about your brother and about the fact that the intruder could still be here.” The voice seethed.
I spin around and stop dead in my tracks when I realize that I wasn’t alone anymore. A black shadow of a man blocked the entrance to the kitchen. It was too dark to make out any features of him. Another muffled cry sounded from above. Who cares who this man was? My brother was in trouble.
My body moved on instinct and lunged for the man. Once I was close enough I saw that this man was nicely tanned and had the most empty eyes I’ve seen. Even as I moved towards him he didn’t move. It wasn’t until I was about to strike when he moved. His arm moved lightning fast and deflected my fist. Thrown off balance, I moved to kick him in the ankles as I went down but he caught me before I face planted into the congealed blood on the ground. The arm that caught me under my breasts was warm and also very muscly.
He struck then, while I was still dumbfounded right in the back of my skull. My brain rattled a little in my head but I recovered fast enough to grab his arm and used it to yank him down, using the momentum I brought my knee up and hit him on his side. He let out a grunt. I smile crazily, since he was currently bent on his side, his face was right in front of mine. I brought my mouth down on his nose and bit. Bit, hard. There was a sickening crack and a gush of warm blood seeped into my mouth causing me to almost gag. The man howled in pain. I smiled again.
His eyes met mine, blazing with fire. My fist swung down, hitting him right in the jaw. The impact caused his eyes to roll backwards and my knuckles hurt but it was worth it. The man crumbled on the floor. I hurriedly stepped over him and headed to the base of the stairs but there was another man and this time he was carrying Liam.
I lost my smile as I saw a trickle of blood on the side of Liam’s head dripping on the floor, mixing with the blood of our deceased guardians. The numbness finally left and was quickly replaced with blinding rage.
The man looked around me to the man that was currently knocked out behind me. He tsked under his breath. “I was really hoping he would be able to take care of you. But, oh, well. Guess I get to have my fun with you then.” He said nonchalantly.
“Let go of my brother you sick bastard, before I do the same thing to you,” I pause. “You know what? I’ll do even worse to you for even going near my brother.” My voice seethed with venom.
“Ooooh. What are you gonna do, hmm? A puny thing like you won’t even leave a scratch on me.” He taunted me.
He dropped Liam on the ground with a thump. I hissed under my breath but he just stood there like the last guy. He has underestimated me just like other guy but look what happened to him.
I take the fighting stance and motion for him to come at me. He saunters closer as if he has nothing better to do. When he gets closer to me I see a dangerous glint in his eyes. The same one I gave Elijah when he called me a preppy.
He closes the distance and I swing but he moves. My second fist follows him and my knuckles just graze him before he moves again to dodge it. He takes advantage of my open side and punches me. It pushes all the air in my lungs out with a woosh. There is also a snap and a pain that blooms there. I stumble to the side, trying to regain balance but he swings at me with a huge grin. His fist never hits its mark because I catch his wrist and twist. His arm moves with his wrist so it doesn't actually brake but now his whole body is on display and vulnerable.
I use my other hand and he takes a sucker punch to the nose just like Dex did earlier today. The man’s head snaps backward, though just as I’m about to knee him I take a blow to the stomach. It causes me to drop his wrist and double over clutching my stomach which was the wrong move because he slams his elbow in my spine. I fall over like the last guy did, my body curls into a fetus position and I take kick after kick from the man that looms over me.
“You're worthless. You can’t even protect yourself, how can you expect to ever be able to protect Liam.” The voice whispers.
Shut up. I say back
“You can’t silence the truth.” It whispers back.
Shut up. I say a little louder than before.
“C’mon. You know I’m right. I’m always right.”
Oh yeah? Then why don’t you help?
“I would love to help, if you’ll let me…”
What do you mean?
“Unleash me. Let me take over. I promise no one will leave this house alive.”
What about Liam?
“Well of course he will live.” Though something in the voice tells me that’s not true. I make my decision and hope that I didn’t make the wrong one.
I’ll take my chances. Thanks for the offer though.
“You’ll regret it.” It says back in a sing-song voice.
The man crouches down next to me. I guess he realized that I wasn’t really paying attention to the damage he has done to my body. But as he starts talking the pain finally sets in and oh god, does it hurt.
“You’re no fun.” He says and frowns like a toddler about to have a tantrum.
Now that no one is throwing punches I finally get a chance to see the man before me. He looks like he’s in his mid-thirties, he has smile lines that crinkle around his eyes as if he’s had a lifetime of smiles and laughter. It makes me even angrier thinking about how he probably has a family waiting at home when he has just destroyed mine.
He pulls out a syringe that is attached to a needle. The liquid in the syringe is a shimmery silver color kinda like my pills. Huh, that’s an interesting coincidence. I wonder if he’s giving me my medication because he knows I haven’t taken it yet. I wonder if aunt Jenna and Phil hired the men to come and teach me a lesson about not being responsible enough to remember to take my meds on time. Maybe when I wake tomorrow morning everything will all be fine and this was just a really horrible prank. The thought makes me giggle a little.
The man pauses above me about to put the needle in my neck and sympathy - I think? - clouds his eyes as he finally sticks the needle in my neck. There is a prick of pain before comfort washes over me, making my tense muscles relax and I sack a little. The thought that this is all just a prank helps me lull into sleep more peacefully until I fall into oblivion. But just as I’m about to let go of this horrible life a thought races into my head that prevents me from peacefully going.
The thought that this is all not a prank and this is all real. That aunt Jenna is actually dead. That me and Liam are about to be taken to god knows where. That I’ll probably never see Charlie ever again. I even think about the fact that I’ll never see the annoying yet beautiful boy that is Elijah.
“Nighty Night.” The man whispers in my ear as I finally drift off.
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