I Don't Care if the Necklace Fits! I'd Rather Not be Kidnapped by Immortals!

Chapter Four

I looked at my iPod angrily. Ari had used up the entire battery. I looked back up at him, glaring daggers.
“Sorry, Triv. I wasn’t paying attention to the battery, really.” He apologized, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. I glared at him harder.
“Show me to the damn shower. You’d better have an iHome somewhere in this dump.” I spat. His hand dropped to his side as he walked out of the room. I put my hands on my hips, waiting for him to return. I began tapping my foot, not feeling very patient with him at the moment. He came back holding a purple iHome. I grinned.
“So show me to the shower.” I demanded. I always put my iPod on an iHome when I showered, simply so I could sing in the shower. Just because I’d been kidnapped into this joint didn’t mean I was going to quit the daily tradition. I was lost without music. I pulled a spare change of clothes from the black dresser. There were Joe Boxer pajama pants and a purple tank top from Delia’s. I thought there were only girl’s clothes in here? Oh well.
I followed him into the hallway, and the bathroom was only three doors away from mine. That was easy. He opened up the door and set the iHome on the sink counter, plugging it in. I put my iPod on it and threw it on shuffle. Maybe by Secondhand Serenade began to play. He left the room. I locked the door when he left. I checked to make sure that there was a towel. I didn’t want anyone taking my clothes when I showered. It was likely to happen, too. I turned the knob to hot and undressed as the shower warmed up for me.
I closed the curtain as I went inside. It was dark green. Good. So even if they managed to get past the locked door, they couldn’t take a peak at me unless they opened the curtain. If anybody in the house were to do that, it would earn them a kick where the sun don’t shine often. That would teach ‘em.
I began singing towards the end of Maybe and then Liar Liar came on. I was dancing in the large shower as I skimmed over all the shampoos and conditioners. Hmmm, what to pick, what to pick? I swear they had millions. There was strawberry and cream, lemon lime, vanilla bean, lilac and violet, sweet citrus, and even cocoa bean! Those were only the ones that I kept my eye on, too! I decided on vanilla bean shampoo and cocoa bean conditioner. I rubbed the shampoo into my hair and Richman came on. I was dancing to the song when all of the sudden the door opened.
“What the fuck?” I exclaimed, opening the shower curtain enough to poke my soapy head out and see who had walked in. It was Kavan. “Do you mind?”
“You know, you shouldn’t lock doors.” He stated, crossing his arms over his chest. I glared at him.
“If you don’t want me to hurt you when I get out, I suggest you leave.” I replied, ignoring his statement.
“I had to use the bathroom.” He pointed out. I raised an eyebrow.
“The bathroom is kind of occupied, in case you didn’t notice.” I said, giving him a dirty look.
“We share the bathroom in this house.” He retorted. I snorted in anger.
“I don’t give a shit. I’m showering. And I’m a girl, kay thanks. Leave.” I huffed, shooing him away with my hand.
“Fine…” he grumbled as he walked out of the bathroom. I smiled, happily as he shut the door behind him. I continued singing to my iPod, dancing in the shower as I washed my body. Once finished, I shut off the water and opened the curtain, grabbing the towel and drying off my hair a bit as I dried the water off my body. I grabbed the clothes and threw them on, then put my hair up in the towel. I looked in the fogged up mirror and smiled. I was satisfied with myself and walked out of the bathroom happily. I saw Kavan standing there, waiting for me to get out. I paused my iPod and left it on the iHome to charge.
I left the bathroom, humming happily to myself. Well, now that I was in a decent state of mind, maybe I should ask the guys why the fuck I’m here. I mean, there has to be some kind of—my thoughts were cut off when I heard my iPod on the iHome on full blast. Hot N Cold was on by Katy Perry. Okay, then…
I tried to regain my train of thought, but found it impossible with music blasting from the room next to me. Stupid Kavan… I walked down the stairs and finally regained my thoughts. I walked into the kitchen, humming to myself, looking around for Ari or Kayne. Preferably Ari. I didn’t want to go through what happened during my last encounter with Kayne.
There I found a new boy sitting at the counter with his nose in some book. Who in the world is this…?
“Uh, who are you?” I asked. The boy glanced up at me from his book. He ignored my question and turned back to his book. How rude could you be?
“I think I asked you a question.” I stated.
“And my name is Nuri.” He replied, finally, not even looking up at me. He was behind the counter and the book was covering his face so I couldn’t get a good enough look at him. Just his hands which weren’t very much to describe. They were just very big. That’s all I could really tell you. At this point I felt so insulted that I’d completely forgotten why I’d come down here in the first place.
“What kind of name is that, anyway?” I asked, rudely. If he was going to hardly acknowledge my questions, I was going to be rude to him, too. He deserved it.
Nuri set the book down and gave me a cold glare of hatred. Woahh. He was gorgeous. What was with everyone being gorgeous here!? It was really starting to annoy me. His eyes were two different colors. One was a light shade of lavender and the other was a heart melting emerald green. I was totally lost. His jaw was wide set and his hair hung in his face. It was brown and looked like he’d taken a shower last night and straightened his hair this morning when he woke up.
In a flash, I was pinned up against a wall and he was holding me up with one hand wrapped around my throat. I struggled to breathe as he leaned in and… smelled my neck..? What the hell?
“You smell good.” He stated, nuzzling his face into my neck, never letting his grip loosen on my throat. I couldn’t breathe. I reached up and clawed at his hands in attempt to breathe. His grip loosened a bit, but only enough for me to breathe enough so that I didn’t pass out from the lack of oxygen. I gasped in a gulp of air as he did this. He smirked into my neck. If he’d been outside of my personal bubble, he would have seen the daggers I was glaring at him.
“You’re a creeper.” I croaked. My voice sounded horrible, considering that he was probably crushing my vocal chords.
“You’re in no position to insult me.” He said into my neck. I felt his warm breath on my neck and gasped at the new sensation. All of the sudden his arms were around my small waist.
Dear god, please, not again! Why must I constantly be seduced by the creepers that decided to kidnap me!?
As if he’d heard my thoughts and wanted to piss me off, he pulled me up against him. There was no space between us, and I refused to look at his face, fearing he would kiss me.
“Look at me,” he demanded. This was different from when Kayne had asked me to look at him. His voice was begging me to look at him. Nuri’s voice was telling me to look at him or I would regret it. I looked up into his face, seeing a lustful look in his eyes as I was glaring at him.
WHY ME? WHY? WHAT DID I DO?
This wasn’t fair. They were all so much stronger than me. I was tiny, but I was usually strong enough to fight off any of my old drunk boyfriends that had gotten too far. But this was insane! I swear they had to bench like 240 to be this fucking strong. My ex could bench 110 and I could still push him around. This was impossible strength. Unlike the last time I was forced to look one of these freaks in the eyes, I didn’t blush. I simply glared at him, feeling tears of anger and hopelessness threaten to pour down my face.
“You know it’s impossible to stay angry at your eyes…” he said, leaning in to kiss me. His eyes were slightly closing when I kicked him where any girl would kick a man if he were trying to seduce them—Right where you know it hurts.
He immediately let go to grab his now hurting male parts and I bolted from the room, running up the steps, taking them two at a time. I didn’t pause or even stop to breathe until I was in my room. I slammed the door and locked it, sliding down, finally panting. I then thought that he would probably be very capable of knocking this door down.
I glanced around the room, trying to find a place to hide. I still heard him groaning from downstairs. That was a good thing. Not even a second later, there was knocking on the door. I had to think fast. Bed? No, too obvious. Closet? Maybe. The knocking got harder. I’d have to go with the closet. I ran into it, hiding behind a ton of clothes. It was a wonder how I hadn’t even seen this closet until I was trying to find a place to hide for my life. I shut the closet door quietly, hoping that he didn’t hear it click.
“Triv?” I hear Ari call. I let out a sigh of relief, knowing that Ari was there and not Nuri. Now that I thought about it, their names were a lot alike. Hmmm. I opened the closet door noisily and walked over to the door, unlocking it and opening it. Ari was standing in the doorway with a worried look on his face.
“What happened?” he asked.
“WHAT HAPPENED?!?” I screamed. I was enraged. “I’LL TELL YOU WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED! YOUR BROTHER OR FRIEND OR WHATEVER THE FUCK HE’S SUPPOSED TO BE TRIED TO FUCKING RAPE ME!” he looked at me serious after he heard the word rape come out of my mouth.
“Did he…?” he questioned quietly.
“No. I kicked him where it hurts before he got a chance to shove his hands down my pants.” I stated, trying to calm myself down. I was both terrified and pissed the fuck off. I wanted to kill this Nuri, but I knew for a fact that even if I had Kay back me up with brass knuckles, I still wouldn’t be able to take him.
Ari hugged me tightly then. My breath got caught because he was squeezing me a bit too hard. But I was going to deal. I loved hugs! After a few seconds, the hug ended as fast as it’d started.
“Did he… Did he bite you?” he seemed to hesitate in asking the question. I gave him the weirdest look in the world.
“What? No, dude. He didn’t… bite me…” I stated. Ari seemed relieved at this. I could still feel the pain in my neck from when he’d held me up on the wall…
Soon I heard Nuri come trampling up the stairs. I whimpered and tried to hide behind Ari.
“Triv, I can’t hurt him for you.” Ari insisted.
“I don’t want you to fucking hurt him. I want you to yell at him for trying to rape me!” I whisper-yelled into his ear. Ari opened his mouth to say something but at that moment Nuri came charging into the room.
“You.” He said pointing at me, cowering behind Ari. I almost let out a whimper. I’d be mentally kicking myself if I had let it out.
“Dude, chill out. Come on, let’s go.” Ari said to him, grabbing his arm gently to try and coax him out of killing me.
“Fine…” he grumbled, glaring at me one last time before leaving with Ari. I sighed in relief. I was going to live a few more days in this house. Okay. Good. Now I needed to figure out why the fuck I was here…
After a good ten minutes, I decided it was safe to leave the room. I opened the door and walked around, aimlessly, not really paying attention to where I was going. I soon found out that doing this wasn’t the best of ideas because I fell down the stairs. I was at the foot of the stairs. I groaned and tried to get up.
My ankle throbbed in protest and I cursed, falling flat on my face again. Freaking stairs. I really hated them. They need to burn. Stairs are officially NOT my friend. I tried crawling. I didn’t even get anywhere. My wrist throbbed when I put weight on it. Dude, this really sucks. I looked at my ankle. It was already turning purple. I don’t even know what I hit it off of. My knee was scraped and bleeding, but I could deal with that. I looked down at my wrist and tried to move it up. I cried out in pain. God dammit, I really hate these fucking stairs. I reached with my good hand up to touch the back of my now numb head. I felt something hot and sticky. Realizing it was blood, I groaned as everything began to turn purple as before.
“Victrivia!” somebody yelled. By then, everything was too purple for me to make out who it was. Damn these fucking stairs to hell.
“Duuuude. Stairs-” I didn’t get to finish my sentence before the purple took over and everything was gone.
I was running someplace again. I still had no idea where. I just had to get away from whatever was chasing me. I reached my hand up and grabbed the pendant of my necklace, this time expecting it to be there. It was still there. Whatever was following me wanted it. And badly.
I let go of the pendant and it fell back to my chest, bouncing as I ran. This time it didn’t burn. It felt good. The feeling it was giving me was making me go faster. Like a steroid, maybe. I glanced down at my hand and it was not red where I’d held the pendant like before… This time there was a white scar where I’d held the pendant. Like it had healed. That didn’t stop me from running. I was still going.
I just had to keep going…
“Victrivia Ambrosine, I swear on your life that if I don’t get that pretty little necklace of yours, your friends will all die.” Said a horrible voice that, again, sent shivers down my spine.
I thought back to Kaylynne and Ray. My two best friends. But this time I knew he was talking about my kidnappers. The image of all of them with arms around each other came into my head. It was the picture of them that had been on my bedside table.
“Exactly…” The mysterious voice said to me. I thought of them all next to each other in a bloody mess with their faces distorted. In this thought, their bodies were mangled in positions that weren’t possible without breaking their spines. No…
“Yes.”
I awoke, panting and crying. The sheets were covered in sweat and tears. I felt to find the pendant around my neck, but it wasn’t there. This time I glanced down at my hand to see if the scar was there. It was wrapped in an ace bandage. What the hell?
Suddenly, the pain all came rushing to my head. I groaned and laid back down. Eww. My sheets were soaked. This was gross. I looked around, trying to find something that I could use instead. When I looked, I saw Kayne passed out in a rocking chair and Ari laying at his feet, asleep. I giggled to myself, looking to the closet. Then I looked down and saw Kavan on a feather bed with a pillow and blanket staring up at me. He was on the floor right next to the bed.
“You’ve been rolling around in your sleep all night. I have no idea how those two idiots can sleep with your ruckus.” He complained.
I stuck my tongue out at him. Then I thought to these gross sheets.
“Dude I need to change.” I stated, looking down at the shorts and red tank top that I don’t remember putting on.
“Okay. Your clothes that you were wearing before were soaked in blood. They’re going through the wash right now. You lost a ton of blood. You need to pay attention to where the fuck you’re walking.” He replied. I threw my legs over the side of the bed and saw my ankle in a makeshift cast.
“Here, I’ll get it for you…” he replied, throwing the blanket off of him and getting off the feather bed. He opened the drawer full of girl clothes and pulled out blue plaid Joe Boxer pj pants and a black cami. Then he closed it and pulled open the underwear drawer.
“Uh… I don’t know your bra size…” he said. I looked down my shirt, noticing I wasn’t wearing the bra I was wearing before I fell down.
“This one fits fine. I’m sure you know what this one is.” I said. No way in hell was I going to tell him my actual bra size.
“That’s a C 36.” He replied. I raised an eyebrow. No wonder it was so loose… I usually wear a 32.
“That’s fine.” I lied. He shrugged. I honestly didn’t care whether he was impressed or not. Then he grabbed a pair of panties and tossed the clothes to me with ease from across the room.
“Since I’m incapable of moving, I’m guessing that you’re either leaving or turning around.” I assumed. He nodded and left the room. Finally! A gentleman! Okay, that might be a little of an overstatement but whatever. I changed into the clothes with difficulty. It took me ten minutes to do it because a broken ankle and a broken wrist equals FUCKING HARD TO PUT PANTS ON!
“Done.” I called, once I’d finally managed to pull my shirt down. There wasn’t much I could do about my hair. I glanced over at Kayne and Ari. They were so cute when they slept. Now what was I going to do about this gross bed? He walked in as I was holding myself up against a wall, resting my weight on my good foot.
“That bed is gross.” I pointed out. He looked at the tear and sweat covered sheets and looked at me.
“You can sleep on the feather bed with me. But if you’re uncomfortable with that, I can stay up and get you new sheets, sweet.” He stated. I didn’t want to make him sacrifice any more for me. I’d already cost him an entire night’s sleep.
“I’ll just go with the feather bed. I don’t want you to get up again because of me.” I added. He nodded and helped me over to lay down. He was being so nice. He laid down next to me. The feather bed was small, but I tried to make it so there was room for him to stretch out. I noticed after a while that he was trying to do the same for me.
So me, being myself, decided to take up that room. I heard him chuckle under his breath and hit him with my good arm. Then we ended up in an awkward position because I had to use the arm farthest from him and ended up practically on top of him. I was laughing the entire time I was doing it. Now our bodies were abnormally close. He was breathing on my face. Even he could feel this because his carefree, quiet chuckle had ended.
I could see his gorgeous light green eyes staring into mine. He was so fucking cute right now. His light brown hair slightly messy from being in bed was out of his gorgeous face. I leaned forward and kissed him tenderly. His hands were tangled in my hair at the moment. I felt them wrap themselves into my hair then slide down to my waist every so often. His snakebites were against my chin. I could feel them and couldn’t help but wonder if I’d made out with him at that party.
Knowing me, this probably would have been the biggest turn on ever. Right now I just melted into his kiss, wishing that it could go on forever. He was so freaking nice and cute and… oh, I don’t know. By now somebody probably would call me a whore. In the past three days I’ve made out with every guy here. Well, except for Nuri. I got out of that one. It made me wonder how the fuck they didn’t find out.
I gave up on these thoughts and pushed them aside and began to wonder how Kavan could be insulting me during one ten minutes and in the next be super sweet and then ten minutes later, we’re making out. Maybe he was bipolar. Hmm… That was a thought I was going to save for a rainy day. I couldn’t help but lose all my thoughts in this kiss. It was so enthralling! Yeah, I know this sounds really corny, but y’know, it’s freaking true! Just… God fucking damn.
All of the sudden he pushed me off of him. Not hard enough to hurt me, but it still kind of offended me. When were these guys going to stop pushing me off of them when I wanted to keep going? This really wasn’t fun anymore.
“How do you do that?” he asked out of the blue. I thought there was just going to be an awkward silence for the rest of the night, but apparently this isn’t so.
“What do you mean?” I questioned. He was confusing me. What had I done?
“I… I don’t know. Forget it. Just… nevermind” he refused to look at me anymore as he said this. Now we go back to the awkward silence for the rest of the night. I sighed, and now he finally looked at me, giving me a quizzical look. I just shot him a dirty look and rolled over, no longer facing him.
I felt his strong arms wrap around my waist and pull me to him. Now he was laying on his side. He rested his chin on my shoulder and began singing Take Me With You softly into my ear. His voice was gorgeous when he sang. I fell asleep in his arms with him singing to me. Just like that.