Chapter 1- Uninvited Guests
“𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢
𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦.”
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BAM!!!
The crash of the front door being kicked open, rips her out of her dreams.
Her heart pounds in her esophagus and sheets ball in her fists. Her eyes gape into the darkness from a massacre of feet advancing down the hall, towards the room door.
She slaps her hand over her mouth with a whine. Miraculously, the commotion dwindles, fading away into the depth. She crawls out of bed and slips into a pair of slippers to make way to the ajar door.
She furrows her eyebrows. Her fear transposing into contemplation. Whatever that’s happening, and if they live through this, she’s going to rip that girl a new one.
Alison...What the hell did you do now?! Her pupils contract as she stares down at her quivering palms pressed to the floor. It doesn’t matter now. She just needs to get out of here. Fast.
Slowly rising to dissuade the creaky floor, her memory fixates on what could possibly be causing something like this to happen. She pissed someone off...No, she had a fight with someone... She shakes her head.
Ha...It’s not rocket science... She did it again, didn’t she? She stole something from someone!
An ear piercing scream rings through the house, snapping her out her head. She immediately recognizes it as her sister’s, Alison, and shoves open her door, dashing to the source of shrieks. The brown wooden floors dully thump beneath her plush pink slippers with every step.
She screeches to a halt upon reaching her sibling’s room. She cripples with terror, beholding the scene enacting in front of her.
Two men in black, subdue Alison to her bed as she sobs, struggling beneath their hold. Her long brown hair is tangled everywhere, and clings to her face. One of the men grip her throat, while the other restrains her arms behind her back. Her shirt is twisted and torn, exposing the deep red bra that rivals the shade of her face and her legs are knotted in the covers as she kicks to free from the attackers. She bellows.
“GET OFF ME!”
She eyeballs, stripped of all thought and paralyzes from the waist down.
Saliva dribbles through Alison’s gritted teeth as she drags her face across the bed sheets, her large, bloodshot eyes catch glimpse of the silhouette at the door frame.
“F-Fae, help!”
Her body and mind thaws. She bolts in the room and throws herself onto the bed. Shock resonates through her body as she collides into the torso of one of the men. He grunts from the force and they crash to the ground on the other side of the bed. She stands and trudges around her sibling’s bed, a stagger and wobble to her gait.
Disarray scatters her head and her vision doubles. Everything spins as she glosses over her sister again, whose face is contorted in panic, repeatedly yelling indecipherable lines at her. Her teeth grit and she jerks her head down. She squeezes her eyes shut and clasps her hands over her ears as a ring sounds through her head, dominating all other senses.
She gulps, the sensation of saliva travels down her throat. Her eyes open.
“FAE, WATCH OUT!” Alison cries.
She heaves when an arm slings around her waist, knocking the air straight from her diaphragm. Her head flings backwards as a cold leather glove clamps over her mouth. She flounders about, her screams muffled. The worsening throb of her head makes her legs flop.
Her eyes flutter backwards in response to the direction of her center of balance changing. The familiar texture of leather gloves, wipe displaced strands of hair from her sweaty skin. She peers up at her captor through waning vision. It’s not either of the guys. A platinum haired man’s grey eyes gleam down at her with the most haunting grin she’d ever seen.
“What a brave little girl.” He amuses, staring down at the girl who finally faints in his arms.
