Nightmare
989 Words
"Well, are you going to invite us in or stare at us all night?" Cameron asks with a smirk. Beside him, Brandon stands with an unreadable expression.
"Yes, of course. Please, come in. I'm just a little surprised to see you guys here. What's going on? Is Lucy okay?"
"Mom is okay, calm down." Brandon states with softness laced in his voice.
I lead the two brothers into the kitchen and offer them a drink. Brandon declines politely, whereas Cameron asks for a glass of water.
After pouring a glass for him and myself, I ask them to join me in the living room.
"So, how was school today?" Brandon breaks the ice and I stare at him skeptically. Why are these two really here? I doubt it's to ask about school.
"It was fine I guess."
"Bullshit, Kylie. We know you got harmed by that b***h Bianca."
My jaw hangs open as I wonder how they could possibly know. Then it clicks.
"Mr. Fitzgerald told you guys? How do you even know him?" Hopefully, I have better luck with these two than I did with my teacher.
They both stare at each other with uncertainty. Great. They don't want to tell me whatever big secret it is that is going on around here.
"Sorry blueberry girl, but you have to wait until your birthday or else you won't believe us." Cameron says with a half smile.
"So, why are you here then if you won't talk to me?" I cross my arms in frustration.
"Just to check on you. We didn't like hearing about our friend being hurt because of my dumb-ass brother over here." Brandon states coldly. Not towards me, but to Cameron.
"It's not my fault that all the ladies want me!" I can't help but let out a laugh at that.
They both turn to me with their own beautiful smiles.
"It's good to hear you laugh, Kylie. I could listen to that all day." Cameron says in his flirty way.
"So, do you guys want to hang out and watch a movie or something? I can make popcorn."
"Isn't it a school night?" Brandon asks sternly.
"Yes, so?"
"How about this. You get some sleep and on Friday night we can hang out. Okay?"
I can't help the smile forming on my face.
"Okay, that sounds like a pla-
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TWO DOING IN MY HOUSE?!"
Richard storms into the living room with anger sketched on his face. The next thing I notice is his giant robotic hand. What the f**k?
"They were just leaving," I say as I stand in front of the two like a shield.
"If I ever see you anywhere near Kylie again, I won't hesitate to kill you both."
"RICHARD!" I yell at him in disbelief.
"It's okay, Kylie. He doesn't scare us." They both walk in front of me and to the front door.
"Have a good night, and call us if you need anything." Cameron says sweetly while Brandon stares daggers at Richard.
"HENRY!" Richard shouts the second the door closes. Our butler hurries to Richard and looks frightened.
"Yes, master?"
"YOU'RE FIRED!" I gasp in disbelief. "I'm the one who allowed my friends inside, not Henry. You can't just fire him with no cause." I try to reason with the bastard.
"Shut the hell up and go to your room. I'll deal with you in a minute."
Less than a week I mutter to myself as I climb up the stairs to my room. Halfway up, I hear him tell Claudette to go home for the night.
Slamming my door shut, I hop into the shower before bed. When I step out, I'm mortified as I see Richard sitting on my bed. Gripping the towel closer to my body, I tell him to get out.
"This is my house, and you do NOT tell me what to do." Fear begins to rush through me as to how pissed he looks.
I turn around to walk back to the bathroom when he calls my name.
"Kylie. Sit down." He demands as he slowly walks closer to me as if I'm his prey. The voice inside my head growls and tells me to get escape.
"Can I at least get dressed first?" I ask through gritted teeth. He is really getting me annoyed now.
"No. You have been misbehaving and breaking my rules. I told you last night that you are grounded, and yet those two friends of yours were here. Did they touch you? Are you finally becoming the slut you truly are like your mother?"
I may not like my Mom, but I don't appreciate the way he is talking about her.
"Shut the hell up!" I scream out.
"You need to be punished, Kylie. Drop your towel and bend over on the bed." He states as he takes his belt off of his pants.
"NO!" I shout defiantly.
He lets out a humorless laugh.
"Shout all you want, but you're not going anywhere until you receive what you deserve.
"MOM!!!" I scream, and he laughs for real this time.
"Oh, sweetheart. It's just you and me tonight. Your Mom dropped me off then went straight to the bar. At least someone came to check on me. Where were you, huh? Weren't you at all concerned that I was attacked by a wolf? Damn thing bit my hand off. I'm lucky to be alive."
"Why were you even outside at night? I thought you are afraid of the dark." I snicker, because it's true.
"I-I don't know actually. I got an amazing robotic hand as an outcome though. But, that's besides the point. Now, come here."
I try to run to the bedroom door, but he beats me to it. Using his new hand, he wraps it around my throat. Using the other hand, he tears my towel off, leaving me completely exposed.
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