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Chapter Six: Side to Side
It rained today. But it was a special type of rain. It was the rain that you want to go dance in. It was hard enough to get you soaked in ten seconds. But its sweet smell made you want to stand out there and just twirl around. It had been a week since I'd drawn Drew the picture of miracles. But things stayed about the same. We laughed and watched movies in our media room late at night, and I chilled with Anna constantly. She was a very good make-up artist. I was sure to mention this to my dad. He could get her a job in Hollywood.
The rain lasted all day and never got lighter. I was bummed out that I couldn't go anywhere. Apparently someone backed out into my dad's car, so he decided to use mine. I was bored out of my mind. Drew read all day and all night it seemed like. He rarely left his room during rainy days. I sometimes heard him leave his room and go down and pour himself some hot chocolate. Then he would continue back up the stairs. Then, around eleven o'clock at night he would always knock on my door politely and I'd open and he'd be holding some old black and white classic movie. Then we would watch it and I always ended up falling asleep and he always carried me back to my bedroom. It was a constant cycle.
Thunder began to pound on the roof like it was trying to break in. The rain was loud and harsh. Lightning leapt all over the sky, making it seem like night time was over. Vibrations echoed throughout the house. I felt myself hit the floor.
Thunder scared me more than I thought. My dad always asked me, "Why are you afraid of a little thunder? What is it going to do to you?" and I always replied by telling him that I didn't know what it would do to me, but it was scary anyway.
Gasping for breath I looked around my room. The lightning was lighting up my room. I then noticed my curtains drawn back. That's why the lightning was so bright. I felt my heart begin to thud in my chest. (Note to self: Remind Drew to close the drapes when he brings me back to bed after a movie)
"I'll never get to sleep with the drapes wide open," I thought to myself. I forced myself to get off the floor. The thunder pounded on the house. I felt myself shaking drastically.
I approached the window. I saw the diagonal rain pounding down on my window. I reached for the curtains when a large flash of lightning struck, lighting up everything around me. And that's when I saw him. A figure was standing right in front of my window looking dead in the eye at me. I gasped for breath. I couldn't scream, I couldn't do anything. I froze right there! Suddenly the figure took something from its side and struck the window sending glass everywhere. That's when I finally screamed. I ran straight for my door, not daring to turn around. I headed straight down the hall. I couldn't see anything. It was so dark!
I've never had such an adrenaline rush before. I couldn't slow down. I had never been so scared. I felt myself begin to cry. Tears were flowing as I kept running. How long was this hallway? I heard loud footsteps behind me. Oh my goodness…
Without thinking I went straight into Drew's room. Drew awoke with a start as I slammed his door behind me and locked it.
"Mandie?" he asked as I tried to catch my breath.
"Someone…window… chasing…" I whispered through my breaths. Drew's eyes seemed to widen. Suddenly someone started banging out the door. I ran over into Drew's arms.
"Come here, help me move this," Drew whispered as he pushed his wardrobe aside. I couldn't see anything except for what the lightning lit up. I couldn't stop my tears from flowing. What was going on? I finally noticed my house alarms going off. But that wasn't stopping whoever was at the door.
Behind his wardrobe stood a wall. I was too afraid to ask why we moved that wardrobe. Drew pressed on the wall and I saw it bend in. He pressed and stepped into the wall. His wall was like a curtain, disguised! He pulled me into the wall and put the wall back like a poster. It was pitch black wherever we were. He led me up some stairs. I clung on to him as I heard the stairs squeak below me.
The stench was like old wood and old people. I was guessing we were in the attic.
"How did you find that?" I whispered, asking him about the wall.
"Your dad showed me that it was to the attic. He stored some photo albums up here, so he wanted it to be hidden." He said, as we climbed a couple more stairs. That made sense. My dad didn't like having family portraits around the house. It "mellows" his mood apparently.
We finally reached the attic. Drew and I sat at the top of the stairs and he put his arms around me, holding my close as I sobbed.
"I'm so scared," I managed to say, choking on my tears. Drew didn't say anything. He just held me there, stroking my hair or rubbing my back. He was the perfect best friend.
We suddenly heard the door get kicked down in Drew's room. Where was the rest of the family? Things were being thrown apart in Drew's room as the figure searched for me. I held my breath as the loud noises stopped. I heard a bunch of people rush into Drew's room. Then, a window shattered and we heard screams. Every time the figure threw something or made a bunch of noise, Drew tightened his grip on me, as if the entire world was going to fall apart if he found me.
"Mandie?" I heard my dad holler. Drew put his hand over my mouth; I gave him a surprised look. I tried to yell to my dad but Drew's hand was firm. What was he doing?
Drew put a finger to his lips. "Andrew! Where are you?" I heard Andrew's mother called out. Andrew had a grave look on his face. I felt more tears start to well up. Was something wrong?
I suddenly heard a low voice muttering to our parents in Drew's room. I couldn't understand who it was. Drew stood up bringing me with him. We slowly crept our way down the stairs. As we came to the back of the wall, Drew slowly pulled back the wall to look into his room. His eyes were scared. Drew? Scared? This was new for me.
I looked out to see the figure's back to us. He was pointing a gun at our parents and poor little Anna! The window was shattered next to him. The rain began to pour into the room, making the carpet soaking wet. The thunder still went throughout the entire house. It seemed like the storm was getting worse. The wind howled around us. Why wasn't the police here?
My mouth dropped open. That's why Drew didn't want me to yell to my dad. Drew was the smartest guy I had ever met! Drew pulled me closer to him.
"Where, are the stupid police?" he muttered in a shallow whisper. I leaned my head into Drew, unsure of what to do next. I probably looked a mess, in my pajama shorts and t-shirt. I stopped wearing tank tops to bed. Drew was rubbing off on me.
"What do we do?" I whispered. Drew closed his eyes and laid his head on top of mine.
"Stay safe," his English whisper rang in my ears. Drew's hand went around my waist even more and he led me away from the wall.
"Stay here, okay?"" he whispered. I was in shock.
"No, no, no," I kept saying. Drew frowned.
He crept over to the fake wall, pulled it back and ran right into the figure. The figure tried to fight back, but our parents and Anna stepped back and headed for the door. I couldn't understand what was going on. Drew was not a fighter. He was built to be a surfer, but not a football player. I couldn't watch this intruder hurt my one and only Drew. As cheesy as it sounded, Drew was my best friend. And he would always mean that much to me. Lightning and thunder seemed to crash all around me as I felt my world about to be shattered.
I then heard many boots come piling into Drew's room. Police officers were everywhere! Before they could do anything, the figure, which had a hood on, leapt out of the crashed window, and into the murky rainy air. Drew was panting for breath as the officers and paramedics came to help him. The power had gone out in the entire house, so flashlights were being used.
I came out of the attic and Drew held his arms open. I began crying even more. This was an insane night. I fell into Drew's open arms, sobbing.
"Mandie, I'm fine. We're fine. You're fine. It's all over. He's not going to get you," Drew said into my hair. I couldn't understand what was going on. I heard my dad come in and he grabbed me into a big hug.
"Be lucky you came into Drew's room. He's the one with the attic," Anna said, smiling as she came in. I pulled away from my dad and noticed he had red all over him.
"Dad! You're bleeding!" I said. My dad chuckled.
"No honey, I'm not! It's you!" he said and I looked down. I had blood all over my t-shirt. I then felt the pain in my right arm. Looking, I saw shattered glass in my arm. I hadn't noticed it before. It must have hit me when the figure shattered my window to get in.
The police officers were taking many samples around our rooms and there was a lot of discussion. I told the officers everything that had happened from the very beginning. Drew told them all about hiding me and such. The whole thing had taken about thirty minutes to take place. It all happened so fast, I couldn't even comprehend what I was feeling. I was so scared. I remained two inches from Drew at all times. For some reason I couldn't understand what was going on.
The medics were taking the glass out of my arm. It burned so badly. I couldn't cry anymore. I was too tired. It was only two in the morning! Drew stayed by my side when they took the glass out.
"I couldn't even see the glass when we were hiding. It was too dark," Drew said, cringing every time they stuck tweezers into my arm. I breathed deeply as I tried not to have a panic attack. Someone had tried to kill me! I couldn't even realize my own pain! I felt numb.
"It kills me to see this happening to you," Drew whispered as they found more glass deeper in my arm.
"I can't even feel it." I lied, as they pulled out another piece. Red blood gushed everywhere. It was all over my clothes and down my arm. I felt sick. It was too much blood.
"Drew, I fell sick," I said, turning my head up to face him. I was sitting on his bed and he was standing watching me. Drew just smiled.
"Almost done, it looks bad," he said. He had a few bruises and scratches, but nothing too bad. I couldn't even focus on Drew at the moment with all the pain in my arm and the blood to go with it.
"I really feel sick Drew." I said my head pounding. Drew rubbed my left arm.
"Its okay, it's okay," he said trying to soothe me. It wasn't working. I suddenly couldn't see him anymore. And I passed out.