Breaking The Dark: Chapter 3

-IRIS'S PERSPECTIVE-

He picked me up bridal style and sat me on the couch. He looked at me with concerning eyes and held my wrists together with his muscled hands.

"Now, are you going to run away?" He asked.

"Noo, you know I was hoping to go to McDonalds, get us some fast food, come back here, make out with you and put this all behind us." I answered, giving him a convincing smile.

"Really?" He questioned obliviously. Dumbass.

"No, you fucking dumbass! Do you seriously think after all that's happened tonight that I'm going to shed away these memories and put this all behind us? No wonder you breaking into my house. Trying to force a girl to date you because you ain't having one soon!" He held my wrists tighter. "That is not even relevant and that's NONE of your FUCKING business!" He was right. That wasn't even related to what we were talking about but I was so furious, that I didn't give a fuck what I said. "What IS my business is that YOU broke into my house, YOU killed a man on my porch, and YOU are holding me against my will to stay here when I want you OUT of my sight, OUT of my house, and OUT of my life!" My head was about to burst. This was crazy. Maybe if I hadn't fallen asleep at the library, this, none of this, would be happening right now. I bet my face was red because his was DEFINITELY red. Why was he angry?! Because I came home late from school? Because I let him bust down my door? Because I hid from him to keep myself safe? Yeah, because I definitely wanted this to happen to me.

"Maybe, I should get out of your life. Maybe, I should've left you with that guy and let yourself get physically hurt! Maybe I shouldn't have busted down your door but I was worried about you-"He explained.

"Worried about you, my ass! I don't even know you. I know nothing about you. What makes you think I believe that kind of bull-"I screamed. He was way too fast; in a second, he cut me off by covering my mouth. He went behind me and held my body to his, keeping his right hand to my mouth and his left hand around my waist. He froze. I was confused. He looked around to see outside the window. He kept spinning me around from window to window. My sight became blurry and I felt nauseous. I pulled his arm from my mouth. "If you keep it up, I'm going to vomit on your arm!"

He shushed me. He repositioned his hand to my mouth. He came up to my ear and whispered, "I think someone is watching us". My hairs stood up from his chilling voice. Great, I'm dealing with an intruder and another person is watching us. Why are there so many creeps around my neighborhood? He must've had great hearing cause all I heard was rain; the silent and almost discreet pitter patter from the sky.

Time went on, second by second, minute by minute, hour by hour, nothing came. I thought he was going crazy as he held me even tighter. He brought me to my couch and laid me down. He went close to my face. "Close your eyes. Go to sleep, it's late." I was going to protest but he didn't give me time as he turned around and locked all the entrances. I sighed. Hell. I'm not going to sleep, not with this bitch inside my house."

"I heard that!" Shit. He heard me?! What the fuck?

"I know you're out there. Just come out and show yourself."

He came out of the bathroom after locking the small window on the top wall of my shower and sat next to me. "I know he is out there somewhere. I'll keep you safe." He bent down and kissed my forehead. He thought I was asleep but I enjoyed the kiss. It was cold but reassuring. I did feel safe just from his words. He seemed different from when he ransacked my house.

"I won't let you out of my sight when there is danger around us." He hugged my body for a quick second and let go of me. No. Come back. I thought. My ears rang as I heard the sudden tear of glass shattering to pieces; the sound ripping my eardrum. I winced in pain and squinted my eyes just in case he still thought I was asleep but still had a little view of what happened. I saw the man that looked like Josh and this other man that looks like Josh. Confusing, right? The intruder looked exactly liked the new intruder that broke through my window except the new guy had umber hair with blue eyes and a silver circle around his eyes. He had the same body as 'Josh'. They must be twins. He had no acne just like his twin which I was surprisingly jealous; not that I have acne now but I suffered with acne so bad when I was younger, that I had to have surgery on my face but these guys didn't have a mark!

"Dude, what are you doing with Iris?" The new guy asked, angrily.

He knew my name! Was he stalking me too? What I hadn't noticed was I felt pain searing through my skin as liquid slid down my arm. It was a burning sensation as I felt before with the blade cut but this was worse. It felt like those stomach pains that girls get every month but this time, it was in my arm. I wanted to scream out loud but had to keep my cool. I opened my left eye and looked at my arm. The window cut open my arm severely. What the fuck?

I looked at the two men and saw them both looking at me; at my arm. The new one looked uneasy and worried but the dream guy looked hungry and overwhelmed. The new guy looked at the other twin and slammed him into a wall. He tried to hold him tight but the guy was going crazy like a psycho person from an asylum. "Don't even think about it! Remember your mission!" He was struggling. The other guy was rumbling under him. He reached under the new guy's waist and threw him off. He sped over to me but he wasn't fast enough because the new guy hastened over to his twin and tackled him on the floor. It was a blur as the two twins fought to try to stand up but I didn't see who was who with them moving at a fast pace.

"What's your problem? Just a quickie!"

"No! Trust me; you'll not want to do this after your hunger subsides."

For some reason, the new guy pulled out a cloth and held it up to his brothers' nose. He tightened it; his twins body was limp and useless. Chloroform. The twin cautiously got from the other guys body and crawled over to me. I jumped up and cantered to my room. As I looked back, he froze with a startled expression on his face. I slammed the door and locked it. I slid down and hugged my knees. Please go away. Please go away. I muttered to myself. The disturbance of a knock disrupted my prayers.

"Iris, can we please talk?" I stood silently. He sighed. "Iris, I need to talk to you. Please. I promise I won't hurt you."

Should I trust him? He did beat up his brother who apparently wanted to eat me or something. Maybe, he could give me some explanations for my predicament. My eyes flooded up with tears. I didn't know what to do. I just wanted them to be gone. I'm bleeding to death from the window, the dream 'Josh' wanted to eat me, and I almost probably got raped by John.

"You promise?" I answered him, full of fear in my voice.

"I swear on my own brother's life." I chuckled softly. Of course a brother would risk his own kin on a bet.

I rose to my feet and unlocked my door. I used my time wisely and ran to my dresser to pull out my black Glock 36 Pistol. With 6 rounds of .45 stopping power and a handle that can fit into my tiny hands, it was easy-to-use, hard to see, and tough to face: the perfect weapon. I hid it behind my back so he would come in and face the danger.

He slowly slid into my room and turned to close the door quietly. He turned around and jumped as I raised the gun to aim for his face.

"Iris. You don't have to worry. Please, if you want to do me a favor, lower the gun, drop it, and kick to me."

"And why would I want to do that?" I asked, shakily.

"Because I didn't try to kill you. I saved you from my idiot brother and I came here because I knew trouble was going down."

"He only did that because you broke my window and slaughtered my arm!"

"True, but he would've hurt you anyway." He took one small step towards me.

"Don't you take one more damn step towards me or I will blow your face off. This gun has a pretty good kick and creates a ton of damage."

He took one more step.

"Don't. Iris, you know you don't want to do this."

"How the hell do you know what I want? Maybe I want to kill people. Maybe I want to be a prostitute or rob a bank."

"Do you?" He asked in disbelief.

I sighed. "No." I dropped my gun and kicked it to him hard. I heard a clack noise and I knew it hit him hard enough to leave a bruise. "Ouch." He chuckled. "Was that meant to hurt me?" He knelt down and picked up my weapon and pocketed it. He walked over to me and hugged me. He felt warm just like a fresh load of laundry coming out of the dryer. "It's okay. It's okay." He repeated to calm me down. I bawled into his muscular chest. "Why?" I cried into his chest. Why me? Why was this happening to me? Why can't it happen to some other chic with stable emotions? Why do I have mood swings like this? He shushed me and held me tighter. I held onto this stranger's chest and cried my heart out. He sat me onto the bed.

"Just to let you know, I don't want to be a stranger to you. My name is Tyler and that low-level headed boy is my brother, Josh." Josh. As my knees started buckling, he pulled me up and wrapped his arms around me. Whispers started to appear in my head. It was intense making me feel helpless. I clutched my ears and he pulled me tighter to him.

"The whispers! Make it stop!" I cried. The pressure in my eardrums was overbearing and they felt like they were about to burst. The intensity increased even more. He held my face into his hands and lifted my face to meet his. His beautiful streaked blue eyes poured into mine, the silver lining shining. "You. You're the stalker from across the street when Josh saved me!" My head was rushing to put together this puzzle. Everything around us faded away turning from focus to blurry. He was my focus; he made me feel safe. I felt an invisible force pull me away from him as he vanished from pixels to nothing.