Sudden Change
Chapter 12
The footsteps got louder and louder as Mullet regained his passed out composure. Roy stopped breathing when he heard Lona's voice.
"WHERE THE HELL ARE BILL AND NOAH?" She screamed drunkenly, looking over to Mullet, kicking the bed, "FUCK!" She exclaimed, and stumbled upstairs. Roy let out the breath he was holding, and crawled out up next to Mullet once more, his heart racing. He remembered his friend was still tied up. He took out his pocket knife and sawed at his feet first, working quickly, then finally getting to his hands. When he had finished, Mullet embraced him tightly.
"Thank you so much Roy, im so glad you came to save me. I don't know what I'd do without you." He said sincerely. Roy smiled while in his embrace. He felt warm, and for the first time in a long time, truly happy. Roy gave one last squeeze to Mullet and started to release him, even though he didn't want to, he still didn't recognize the feeling it gave him to hold his best friend. But Mullet didn't let go, he pulled him closer, and buried his head into the crook of Roy's neck.
"You were so brave for me." Mullet spoke into his shirt.
How odd this moment was to Roy. In the worst of times, trapped in Mullet's basement. His crazy mother upstairs, possibly the two men, he could hear now the downpour of rain outside, he saw a flash of lightning through the one basement window, and yet he found himself, in the worst of times; in his best friends arms. The best/worst part? He didn't care. After a moment, Roy finally felt Mullet start to release his grasp, and started to pull away.
And yet once again, there was a thump and a crash upstairs. Roy started to pull out of Mullet's arms quickly, but he wouldn't let Roy go.
"No, Roy." He said, his voice slightly guttural and deep. Roy looked at him questionably, his heart strangely racing, waiting for his answer.
"I….I…" Mullet stammered softly, staring at Roy, "I don't know what this is, Roy. This feeling I have…." He said slowly trying to sort his thoughts out, as Roy stayed put and listened, his cheeks pink. Mullet studied Roy's face, looking for any emotion. From what Mullet saw, he couldn't read the boys face if his life depended on it. And for some reason, he liked it that way.
So in the middle of Mullet's evil possessed mothers and deceased sisters basement, in the middle of the night, just as the power went out, and the lightning and thunder raged outside, Mullet fingers kissed Roy Eberhardt.
Softly on the cheek. Then as Mullet pulled away with a soft smile, he saw Roy clearly blush in the dark space as well he grinned; and he could tell this as well because he felt the heat from his body as Mullet hugged Roy's smaller frame to him softly once more. Just like old times, he's smaller and softer Mullet thought to himself. Then Mullet let go, and a silence fell between them. Of course, naturally, there was another sound from upstairs, this on he clearly understood what it meant.
"Time to go." Mullet whispered quietly but clearly to Roy who was still slightly dazed.
"Where is she?" Roy whispered frantically to Mullet, he was clearly now the one scared.
"Upstairs… I think." He said unsure at first, but then looked at Roy who had wide eyes, and he quickly changed his answer.
"Look, the powers out, she's drunk. We DO have a pretty good chance of getting out of here." He said assuring Roy this time. Roy let out a breath he was holding.
Mullet got off the bed slowly to not make a sound, and Roy followed him. Lightning struck again, and the rain was down pouring outside. Roy was slightly spooked, instinctively he hid slightly behind Mullet. Mullet just smiled, as he wound his fingers with Roy's and squeezed his hand.
"Trust me." He whispered, and Roy obliged, following Mullet's quietly walking up the stairs.
Once they reached the top. They heard footsteps from above, as they started to descend. Roy instinctively looked right, and spotted there escape. The back door was shut, and he didn't know if it was locked. But it was there only chance. Roy took the lead, dragging Mullet along quickly to the door. His hand was shaking as he reached for the handle shaking it, with no avail. His heart sank. Locked. The footsteps getting closer and closer, he could tell these weren't the footsteps of the drunk. His heart started to race as he turned to look at Mullet with a dejected worried face, which Mullet as well, exchanged back. It took about five seconds to piece together to puzzle. Trapped. Roy thought, and his skin turned cold. Looking over Mullet's shoulder, a dark figure appeared at the foot of the stairs 30 feet away. Only one thing came to Roy's mind.
They're back.
to be continued............
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