We walked into the house slowly and quietly, although the door creaked obnoxiously as I opened it. The inside of the house looked fairly normal; there was a living room on the left and a staircase going upstairs to the right, and then there was a thin hallway down the center leading to what I assumed was a kitchen. However, I knew this was no ordinary house. There was a certain chill that went up my spine as I took in the bleakness of the interior.


“Where should we go?” Mike whispered. I shook my head, afraid to speak. I was petrified to make any noise. My heart was beating out of my chest in anxiousness, almost to the point where I think someone would be able to hear it.


I pointed upstairs. The second we started to walk up them, the steps groaned. I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath. “Just go,” Mike pressed me along. I tried to go up the stairs as lightly as possible, but if someone else were here, they surely would have stopped us by now, right?


“God damn,” Mike breathed when we got to the top. The upstairs was unnaturally dark, and there were several doors lining the hallway. Spencer could be in any of them.


But so could Carlos, or any of his “helpers”.


I turned the doorknob of the first door on the left. It opened easily, revealing an empty room. The next doors we tried also were open. Sweat began to build up on my hairline as I nervously headed towards the last door. This had to be where she was. I gulped, afraid of what I would find when I opened the door.


“Damn it,” I cursed as I jiggled the door knob; it was locked. Mike gritted his teeth and slammed him shoulder into the door.


“Mike!” I hissed, afraid that he was making too much noise. Ever since my ordeal with Drew Sanders, I got afraid very easily.


“She’s in there; help me break down the door,” he demanded. I nodded. There was no turning back now. If someone else was in this house, we were definitely going to be caught by them.


God, why are you so weak, Vic?


We kicked and rammed into the door several times before finally breaking it open. We stumbled into the room, and, sure enough, there she was.


My heart shattered when I saw her, curled up in a ball in the middle of the room. Mike guarded the door as I slowly made my way to her, and then I knelt down next to her, gently stroking back the hair in front of her face. “Spence,” I whispered. She quietly whimpered, so I tenderly wrapped my arms around her, not wanting to scare her.


“It’s okay, Spence,” I said softly.


She carefully opened her eyes. They were bloodshot and watery, and her face was pale. “Vic,” she said quietly. She clutched to my shirt desperately and buried her face into my chest once her face lit up with recognition. I could feel her heart pounding in her chest and her body shivering in my arms.


“It’s okay, shh, I’m here,” I said gently, smoothing out her hair. “Come on, we are getting you out of here,” I said, helping her up. She remained grasped to my side, and I held her tightly. We were both afraid; afraid of this place, afraid of being taken, afraid of losing each other.


“Are you, now?” I looked up to see an unfamiliar man standing in the doorway, his forehead creased with anger and a growl rising in his throat. I stepped in front of Spencer protectively.


“Yes, we are,” I spat, squeezing Spencer’s cold and shaking hand.


“Whatever you say,” the man rolled his eyes, holding up a gun lazily. I froze. Mike, where the fuck are you?


As if on cue, Mike appeared, but his eyes were wide in terror and the barrel of a small handgun was pressed into his temple. “Step away from the girl, and nobody gets hurt, okay?” the guy holding the gun against Mike’s skull snarled.



I didn’t want to move, but I also didn’t want to see a bullet go through my brother’s head. Before I could do anything, Spencer moved herself. She jumped about five feet to the side.


“That’s a good girl,” the men snickered.


“Spencer,” I breathed, staring at her.


I followed her eyes, which were staring at Mike, and then they flickered back to me. “Sorry,” she mouthed, and then she lunged at her captors.


Before I could react or even scream in horror, a loud cracking sound ripped through the rusty air, a shrill and distant white noise rang in my ears, and then there was a deafening silence.


And, just like that, tragedy walked right in to my life again.

Notes

a very very very short chapter sorrrryyyy i don't really like it but whateva



cliff hanger oops

who even invented these things?!?