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SHH! There's a Killer in the House
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The door to my room opened. Jace and I were both sitting on my bed, looking at pictures of my friends and their first days of school, Jace was getting all hot about the pictures of some of my more revealing friends. “Bryan wants to see her after dinner,” the short, surfer looking guy said before leaving.
Jace looked at me with pity. “What?” When he didn’t answer I started to get mad. I jumped off the bed. “What?! Answer me!” I kicked the bed. Yes, it’s childish but screw it, he’s not saying anything but staring off into space. I stomped off into the bathroom, slamming the door.
Crap! What is his problem?! He could at least make some kind of noise or something, not just stare off and act like I wasn’t in there with him! I turned the radio. Crazy Bitch was playing. I started dancing to that as I turned on the shower. Right when I pulled off my shirt so I was only in my Joe boxers bra and boy shorts when Jace walked in. “I’m sorry Heather I- wow…” He was had his eyes locked on me.
“GET OUT! PERV!” I threw a towel at him. He slowly turned around, pulling the door closed behind him. I rushed to the door, locking. I kept the other door locked since I realized it lead to the hallway. Plus, Jace told me to keep it locked, he said some of the guys get lonely and they would walk in on her. I finished getting undressed and jumped in the warm water.
Once I was done, I got out, tapping the towel on my head, collecting the loose water droplets. My robe was comfortable and amazing. It had baby pink stars on a dark blue background. Move along was now blaring out of the speakers. There was a knock on the door. “Come on Heather, unlock the door or else I will bust it down!”
Hanging my head, I slowly walked up to the door and unlocked it. Jace opened it and walked in, following me deeper into the room. “We have to talk….”
*****
“He wants to do THAT?!” I half yelled, half hissed. “WHAT THE HELL?!” What a nasty, psychopathic freak! He really thought I would go for that?! Who did he really think he is? My father wouldn’t sta-
I looked up at Jace. My father wouldn’t stop Bryan from doing this. He works for the bastard. I was doomed. There would be no one to stop him from doing this. Not my father. Not Jace. Not anyone.
If it wasn’t for me sitting on the toilet, my knees would have given out. I wouldn’t cry. No one was going to get to see me cry if I can help it. My whole body started to shake slightly. “Heather?” Jace looked nervous. “Maybe I shouldn’t have told you. Bryan would have told you in a less painful way.”
“NO! No,” I said, getting up and brushing off imaginary lent from my robe. “He couldn’t have said it anyway to make it sound better. I just, ah, need a moment to myself, ok?” He got up and nodded, walking out. He shut the door quietly. I could hear him closing my bedroom door.
I began rooting through the closet. I had to find something, anything I could use. Finally I found the box of razor blades in the back of the closet. These will work!
*****
The DV attached to his dipped every few seconds. He watched every droplet fall into the tube that leads to his arm. Nurses moved in and out of the room behind the curtain. He figured he had a new roommate. But what did he care, it’s not like he would become best friends with that person. His last roommate gave him the cold shoulder and that’s what he was going to do to this person.
One of the nurses pulled back the curtain, letting in the life of the world outside his little corner. She smiled at him. God, he thought, she looks like a dumb blonde! “Good afternoon, Mr. Austin! There is someone here to see you!” Her singsong voice announced to me, smiling big.
He rolled his eyes. The last person to come see him was the man that saved him. If it wasn’t for Ben, he wouldn’t have talked to the doctors or tell them somewhat that has happened to him. So he was waiting to see his savior. But that wasn’t who walked in.
“Hello, Landon,” Tyson said, smiling at the person he tried to kill many times. Disappointment was dancing in the back of his eyes but he didn’t let any other sign of it to show on his face. When Landon grunted, moving slightly on the bed, Tyson walked forward, placing his briefcase on the rolling table by the bed. “Bryan sent me here to make you an offer.”
Landon lifted his chin up. “What kind of offer?”
Tyson smiled, opening the case and pulling out the letter Bryan handwritten to Landon.
Jace looked at me with pity. “What?” When he didn’t answer I started to get mad. I jumped off the bed. “What?! Answer me!” I kicked the bed. Yes, it’s childish but screw it, he’s not saying anything but staring off into space. I stomped off into the bathroom, slamming the door.
Crap! What is his problem?! He could at least make some kind of noise or something, not just stare off and act like I wasn’t in there with him! I turned the radio. Crazy Bitch was playing. I started dancing to that as I turned on the shower. Right when I pulled off my shirt so I was only in my Joe boxers bra and boy shorts when Jace walked in. “I’m sorry Heather I- wow…” He was had his eyes locked on me.
“GET OUT! PERV!” I threw a towel at him. He slowly turned around, pulling the door closed behind him. I rushed to the door, locking. I kept the other door locked since I realized it lead to the hallway. Plus, Jace told me to keep it locked, he said some of the guys get lonely and they would walk in on her. I finished getting undressed and jumped in the warm water.
Once I was done, I got out, tapping the towel on my head, collecting the loose water droplets. My robe was comfortable and amazing. It had baby pink stars on a dark blue background. Move along was now blaring out of the speakers. There was a knock on the door. “Come on Heather, unlock the door or else I will bust it down!”
Hanging my head, I slowly walked up to the door and unlocked it. Jace opened it and walked in, following me deeper into the room. “We have to talk….”
*****
“He wants to do THAT?!” I half yelled, half hissed. “WHAT THE HELL?!” What a nasty, psychopathic freak! He really thought I would go for that?! Who did he really think he is? My father wouldn’t sta-
I looked up at Jace. My father wouldn’t stop Bryan from doing this. He works for the bastard. I was doomed. There would be no one to stop him from doing this. Not my father. Not Jace. Not anyone.
If it wasn’t for me sitting on the toilet, my knees would have given out. I wouldn’t cry. No one was going to get to see me cry if I can help it. My whole body started to shake slightly. “Heather?” Jace looked nervous. “Maybe I shouldn’t have told you. Bryan would have told you in a less painful way.”
“NO! No,” I said, getting up and brushing off imaginary lent from my robe. “He couldn’t have said it anyway to make it sound better. I just, ah, need a moment to myself, ok?” He got up and nodded, walking out. He shut the door quietly. I could hear him closing my bedroom door.
I began rooting through the closet. I had to find something, anything I could use. Finally I found the box of razor blades in the back of the closet. These will work!
*****
The DV attached to his dipped every few seconds. He watched every droplet fall into the tube that leads to his arm. Nurses moved in and out of the room behind the curtain. He figured he had a new roommate. But what did he care, it’s not like he would become best friends with that person. His last roommate gave him the cold shoulder and that’s what he was going to do to this person.
One of the nurses pulled back the curtain, letting in the life of the world outside his little corner. She smiled at him. God, he thought, she looks like a dumb blonde! “Good afternoon, Mr. Austin! There is someone here to see you!” Her singsong voice announced to me, smiling big.
He rolled his eyes. The last person to come see him was the man that saved him. If it wasn’t for Ben, he wouldn’t have talked to the doctors or tell them somewhat that has happened to him. So he was waiting to see his savior. But that wasn’t who walked in.
“Hello, Landon,” Tyson said, smiling at the person he tried to kill many times. Disappointment was dancing in the back of his eyes but he didn’t let any other sign of it to show on his face. When Landon grunted, moving slightly on the bed, Tyson walked forward, placing his briefcase on the rolling table by the bed. “Bryan sent me here to make you an offer.”
Landon lifted his chin up. “What kind of offer?”
Tyson smiled, opening the case and pulling out the letter Bryan handwritten to Landon.
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yes, its a cliffhanger on both sides but writing has been really hard to do! i have no idea where i want this to go! stupid writers block!!!! oh well, here is a little something to keep ppl happy for now!and this reposted like twice so sorry for the many emails it sent you!