I get to work, lathering up and washing my long hair, my eyes closing as I enjoy the almost blistering heat of the water, as it pelts over my head and body. Just as I place my head under the spray to rinse out my shampoo, all the lights in the room go off, instantly plunging me into thick darkness. I quickly push the water away from my face, and reach for the glass door, but it doesn’t budge.
"What the fuck?" I shove harder, putting all my strength into it, and the glass rattles loudly over the sound of the running water, but it’s as if the thing is jammed from the other side.FUCK!Panic starts to fill my body, and a scream threatens to rise from my throat. Fucking great, now I’m trapped in the dark in this thing, and I know for a fact no one is home in this over-priced museum. All of sudden the darkness begins to eerily glow in shades of blue, pink and green. “What the fuck?!”
Just as I’m preparing to launch myself as hard as I can at the door, the lights suddenly turn back on, temporarily blinding me with their intense brightness. When my eyes are finally able to adjust to the change, I look straight ahead at the glass door that wouldn’t budge, and terror instantly fills me. I feel my mouth dropping open as my eyes bug out of my head.What the actual fuck?I drag my fingers over my face, trying to determine if I’m actually seeing what I am, or if I'm still trapped in a fucked up dream. "Wake the fuck up now, Olly!" I whisper to myself out loud as I slap my wet cheek, and realize I am, in fact, awake.Jesus fuck.
Right in front of the door, holding the handle firmly, is a huge male dressed all in black, with only the skin of his hands visible. He's wearing one of those LED masks with the eyes crossed out, and a grotesque smile in bright neon pink. His head is covered by a dark hood that obscures the rest of his features, and he tilts it to the side as he watches me through the mask. I take a step back, and then another one, until I feel the slick tiled wall at my back, and there are no more steps left to take.
A noise from the other side has me turning my terrified gaze behind him, and two more enormous males, all dressed in black, one with a blue mask, and the other with a matching green mask, lean against the massive double-sink counter. My hands automatically go to cover my nakedness, as an ungodly screech escapes me, and bounces off the glass walls of the shower. “What the fuck is this?! Who the fuck are you?!”
Complete silence greets my questions. None of them move, but I can feel their eyes sliding across my bare skin, causing goosebumps to erupt all over my body, despite the heat of the water still cascading over me. The one in the blue mask moves forward, gracefully like a panther, and places both palms of his hands flush against the steamy glass. The move is not threatening per se, but it makes all my hackles rise. “Get thefuck out of here, you fucking psychos!” I shout, even as my mind is processing the threat, and I can hear my trainer from back home, Yoongi, in my head, urging me to prepare to defend myself.“Get into your fighting stance, Olly. Prepare to defend. Don’t let them get their hands on you.”
I stop trying to cover my body, and place myself in a defensive stance, ready to bash all three of their heads in, if they come in here and try to accost me. They've picked the wrong bitch to mess with. If these creeps thought they were going to find a whimpering mess they could play with, and abuse, they have another thing coming to them. My heart is pounding rapidly in my chest, and my fight or flight response is activated. This is far scarier than the night terror of being in the woods.This is fucking real. My legs plant themselves on the wet shower floor, determined to not allow them to yank me out of here without a fight.
I would rather die here, than allow them to take me from this space. I know what will happen if they manage to get their hands on me, and move me to another location. Every girl I know has been taught from a young age what will happen to them, when men try to hurt them. It's why the majority of us would choose the fucking bear. A bear won't continue to rape you even after you're dead. I shut down the terrifying thoughts racing through my mind, and focus all my attention on the intruders.
Observe. Prepare. Be ready to defend.They won’t take me without a fight, that’s for fucking sure.
Other thanblue’spalms being pressed against the glass, he doesn’t move or make any attempt to speak with me, and neither do his two cohorts. The silence is even more frightening, because I can hear our combined heavy breathing above the still running water. The glass starts to fog up with the hot steam, and tiny water droplets condense on the surface of the shower enclosure.Blue uses his long index finger to draw a happy face with devil's horns on the surface, then steps back.
The guy in the pink mask releases his grip on the glass door, his head still tilted at an odd angle, as if he is observing and taking stock of me, calculating whether I'm a threat to them, or if they can subdue me. The move is unnerving, and has me ready to commit violence. Who are these guys, and what do they want from me? Are they going to attack and hurt me?
The one in the green mask opens the previously locked door, gives a final look back, and walks through it silently. The one in the pink mask nods his head at me, and follows him out without glancing further in my direction, but the one in the blue mask stares at me from behind those unnerving crossed-out eyes. He pats the glass one final time, smearing the devilish happy face he had drawn, and backs toward the doorway, his attention remaining on me the whole time, and causing shivers to race down my wet skin. It’s almost as if somehow he was caressing me through the glass.
As he reaches the doorway, and his bare hand tightens on the handle, a sinister, low laugh sounds from behind the mask. “You’re going to be a lot of fun. Welcome home,sister.” He closes the door firmly behind him with a heavy thud. I’m out of the shower as if my body were lit with explosives, rushing for the door, turning the lock from the inside, and wrapping one of the oversized towels around my shaking body.Sister?The fucker called me sister? Who is this guy? Was that a threat directed at me?Fun?I’ll show him fucking fun. No one gets to fucking frighten me like that!
I race back into my room, throwing on the sweatpants and t-shirt I had discarded on the floor earlier, and marching barefoot into the hallway, and toward the next bedroom. My mind races with all the possible dangers I’m about to face, and it reminds me that I’m a fucking idiot for running toward danger, insteadof away from it, like any sane person would do.Fuck that. They want to play fucked up games with me to scare me. I’m going to beat all three of their psychotic asses.
I’m distinctly aware of water drenching my shirt from my soaked hair, and the loud, angry sound of my bare feet slapping against the hardwood, as I reach the door of the room next to mine and slam it open, ready to do some serious damage to the fuckers that just scared countless years off my life. However, once I step further inside the room, I realize it’s completely empty. No one is inside of it, and the room is in darkness, except for an expanse of moonlight beaming in from the large windows that have their curtains spread wide open.What the hell? Where did they go?
I search every part of the room, under the massive wood bed, behind the fluttering curtains from the ajar window, and even in the gigantic walk-in closet filled with male clothing.Nothing.There is no sign whatsoever of the three large males wearing masks.
Did I imagine them? Did I hallucinate the whole thing? Were they not really here?
Just as I'm seriously considering that I have lost my mind, and fabricated three masked intruders watching me in the shower, a noise from outside the window catches my attention. I race to look outside, and just barely see the outline of three large males, still wearing those stupid glowing masks, heading toward the side of the house.Fuckers!
By the time I race down the flight of stairs from the second floor, and almost break my neck, to the front door and slam it open, they're gone, and only a trail of dust remains behind in the large driveway, to indicate they were ever there. I play his words over in my mind, and one thing is for fucking sure, my mom and her new douche of a husband have some explaining to do.
CHAPTER 3
OLLY
Ispent the rest of the night awake, tense, filled with paranoia, and on guard for the three masked asshole intruders. Once I was convinced that they had actually left the property, I raced back inside and tore through the house, ensuring all the doors and windows were locked, while my heart pounded like a racehorse at one of the derbies. After calling my mother unsuccessfully and deciding not to call the cops, I grabbed every knife from the kitchen I could carry, and a bat I found in one of the hall closets, and took them back to my room, before pushing all my heavy dressers in front of each door to barricade myself inside.
Even then, I didn't feel safe, and sleep evaded me, though some part of me knew they wouldn't return, but I was just as afraid of the nightmare reappearing as I was of those unhinged psychos. Now, the bright sunshine is streaming in through the large windows as my bleary eyes try to focus, and I release a loud yawn.Fuck,today is going to suck ass. I'm already so tired, and who knows what this day will bring. Here's hoping there's coffee in the kitchen I can guzzle, or pour over my head, and it's none of my mom's decaf shit. I need a jolt of something. I get myselfup, push the dresser away from the door to the ensuite, and rush through getting ready, and all the while, a large, sharp chef's knife sits next to me on the marble counter, ready to stab anyone who tries to walk through the door.Fuck themif they think they will make me cower in fear. I'll stab each one of them, before I cut off their cocks and feed them to each other. The image of me severing their cocks, and forcing them down their unknown throats, brings a smile to my lips as I braid my long hair.
Once I'm as ready as I'm going to be for the day, I push the other barricade out of my way, exit my room, and make my way tentatively, and cautiously, down the long hallway toward the staircase. I stop at the top of the landing, using my senses to determine if anyone is in the house with me, all while holding one knife firmly in my tight fist, and having another stowed in the waistband of my tights. I'm not taking any chances with those masked assholes, or in this fucked up, creepy house, with all the bizarre painted portraits on the walls, of people with expressions that look like they have fists shoved up their asses.
I make my way down the stairs, and toward the kitchen area, as the sound of someone moving around in that space prompts me forward, but causes the hair on the back of my neck and arms to stand on end. My hand becomes clammy, holding tightly to the knife as my heart rate increases, but I refuse to release my tight grip on it.Fuck 'em up and ask questions later,my mind demands. I nod my head in complete agreement with my less-than-sane thoughts. I step into the doorway, prepared to do some damage to the inhabitant, just as a short, bulky, gray-haired, older man walks past me, mumbling to himself gruffly about savages. Without lifting an eye in my direction, he nods his head. "Good morning, Miss. I'm Joffrey, the Weyburns’ housekeeper. Breakfast will be served shortly, if I can find anything edible left that those heathens haven't consumed, that is."
Housekeeper? This place has one of those?I sweep my eyes around the ostentatious space; what am I saying? Of course, this house would have a housekeeper. Frankly, I'm surprised there isn't a butler standing at attention in a tux at the door. The tone of his voice, and the evident irritation at the‘heathens’he’s referring to, makes the corners of my lips rise as I hide the blade behind my back. "Now, what have they done with all my knives? Damndemons." He scowls, and it's freaking adorable.
He continues to mumble to himself with irritation, as he searches the counters and drawers for all the knives I know are stowed in my bedroom right now. I keep my mouth shut, refusing to confess to the theft, and step forward into the bright cream and walnut space, discreetly placing the large chef's knife on the gray and white marble counter when he's not looking. There is no way I'm giving up all my weapons. So far, this guy seems harmless, with his bright blue bow tie, and suspenders featuring yellow ducks, but those are the ones that cause the most damage. The ones you never suspect will hurt you. I've had that lesson taught to me repeatedly in my short lifetime on this shitty planet.
"What heathens?" I question as I move further into the room, keeping him in my sight, and the wall at my back, so no one can come up behind me without my knowledge. His head pops around one of the pantry doors, and his bright green eyes meet mine with a quirked, bushy, gray eyebrow.
"Oh, you haven't had the displeasure of meeting the banes of my existence yet?!" He lets out a huge, miserable sigh. "Probably best. They would have made a horrible first impression on you anyway." He turns, grabbing various items from inside the pantry, and placing different boxes of cereal on the counter before me. My eyebrow rises at the different selections, everything from a kid's cereal with marshmallows to some healthy cluster shit, filled with what looks like seeds. Do we havekids in this house, too? I really have to question my mom on all of this.
"I'm sorry, miss. It looks like this will have to do for this morning. I was away for a few days visiting my niece, and they seemed to have ransacked the place of food." I realize he has a little bit of an accent, and it's incredibly charming. He's an irritated leprechaun. Once the thought crosses my mind, I can't unthink it, and have to forcefully swallow the chuckle that wants to escape my lips. I somehow doubt he would be too impressed with the comparison.
