We walked for about ten minutes west, which was Simpson territory, until we arrived at a peculiar looking house. It was aged, thin in width and very tall, about four floors high and including a basement I guessed. I had to admit, after all these years living in this area, I’d never seen where they lived, and after hearing so much about the gang, their home was a bit of an anticlimax.
Walter put a bag down and got out his key to unlock the front door whilst I stood silently by his side. As soon as it was unlocked, I stepped in after him and gasped quietly at the sight of the interior of the house. It looked the complete opposite to what the outside had seemed like.
The floors were a dark wooden laminate, sparkling clean, and the ceiling was also made of dark brown panels of wood that had little spotlight-like beams that lit the place up. There was a lustrous wooden staircase immediately to the right as we walked in and right ahead lead to the living room I presumed, where I could hear deep male voices.
Walter took me to the kitchen and yet again, I was taken aback. Although it wasn’t huge, it was bigger that it looked from the outside and so modern and sleek. The counters were made of dark granite that glittered as it was so clean and there was a large black fridge-freezer and a dining table that seated eight.
“Take a seat,” he said and bent down to go through a cupboard.
I sat down and subconsciously watched his rear as he fiddled with things in the cupboard. If I had to confess, he was shaped up very well.
“Right,” Walter straightened up, and I almost blushed in fear of being caught staring at him. “I found wipes and a plaster.”
Walter looked like he was about to take a seat right next to me and sort out the cut on my neck himself. The last thing I wanted was for him to be so close to me, touching my skin and with all of his concentration aimed at me. I wouldn’t be able to take it, I didn’t have the guts.
“Thanks,” I jumped in, changing my mind. “I’ll just go to the bathroom?”
Confusion flittered across his face for a second before he nodded and handed the items over to me.
“There’s one downstairs,” Walter led me to a door that revealed a toilet and sink behind it.
“Thanks again,” I smiled briefly before closing and locking myself inside.
It took a few seconds to calm myself down and try not to over-think things. I couldn’t believe that I was actually in the Simpsons’ household. It felt unreal and not to mention still a bit unsafe, but what was puzzling was that Walter was being so kind to me. However that didn’t extend to all his brothers who were probably at home at this moment.
I used the mirror above the sink to wipe at the cut on my neck where Diego’s nails had actually drawn blood.. It stung a bit, but it wasn’t terribly painful and I decided it didn’t even need a plaster. Opening the door again, I found Walter standing with his back to me in the doorway to the living room, where the voices were coming from. I didn’t quite know what to do, so I stood by the stairs for a second, trying to figure that out.
“Did you let someone in?” I heard one of the boys say, making my eyes widen.
Walter shrugged, “Yeah, and?”
“Who is it?” another asked, sounding slightly hostile.
Walter ignored his question and he turned around with an annoyed look on his face, only to find me standing by the staircase.
“Oh, you’re done,” he seemed surprised, his eyebrows arching.
“Yeah...” I trailed off, unsure what to say or do.
“Come and say hello,” I heard one voice call loudly from behind him.
My heart started to race, “Oh no I shouldn’t – “
“Yeah, you should,” the voice replied and I realised in horror that the owner of it was walking towards the door where Walter was standing facing me.
That owner was Walter’s older brother Landon who I recognised because of his lip piercing. I didn’t know too much about the guy, but I did know that he slept around a lot and that he was one year older than Walter and me. There were also, without a doubt, all the dangerous and illegal activities he got up to.
“There you are,” Landon grinned when his brown eyes fell on me and I immediately saw why no one turned him down for anything.
His black v-neck top was fitted and I tried not to stare at his tall, muscled frame that stood by Walter’s similar physique. Landon’s hair was even darker than Walter’s and was styled naturally. His smile was charming, appearing so friendly, but was it genuine?
“You’re freaking her out,” Walter elbowed Landon with a frown, pushing him back. “Stop smiling at her like that.”
“There’s nothing to be scared about,” Landon said, automatically making me even more afraid. “You wanna come meet the others?”
Although it was only a suggestion, I found I couldn’t exactly say no.
“Okay,” I said in a hushed voice and forced my legs to move forwards.
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