Hello you guys and gals!
I know I've been gone for a ridiculous amount of time and haven't updated, but I admit, I lost my passion to write for some time. Being a stay at home mum to 3 children who I also home-school had me super busy with not a lot of free time.
Lately though, I've been able to find some time for myself and I've come up with some fresh ideas that I'm really excited about. New oneshots/series' for Three Amigos! and I'll also be continuing series' that I've already started.
I've started writing up a few different chapters and hope to have them out over the next few days.
Hopefully, this can tide you over until then.
Stay safe friends! :-)
Far From Home P4
"I swear it was that way" Colby said as himself, Jon and Joe tried to find the staircase to go back downstairs.
"Well it wasn't was it? You got us lost dipshit" Jon yelled at his friend.
"Hey, it's not my fault this place is built like a fucking maze is it? No! YOU find the stairs if you're so goddamn smart" Colby yelled back.
Just as Jon was about to square off with the smaller man, Joe got in the middle of them.
"C'mon guys. We don't need this right now. No one's in the wrong here. This place is full of long hallways and twists and turns. Instead of beating each other to death, put that focus into finding the stair case yeah?" he told them both in an authoritative manner.
The men stepped away from each other but the glares that etched their handsome features remained.
"Asshole" Colby mumbled as he walked past Jon.
As they continued down the hallway, the floor began to groan and squeak in protest as their heavy frames walked along it.
As Joe was about to turn and say something to the two men, Colby yelled as the floor gave way beneath him.
Jon, who had the speed of a cat, leapt forward and grabbed Colby's hand before he had the chance to fall.
"OW" Jon barked as he held his onto his friend.
"JESUS CHRIST, PULL ME UP" Colby yelled.
"Can't" Jon choked out, scrunching his face in agony.
"WHY NOT?" Colby bellowed as he looked at his friend while he dangled helplessly.
"Cos your heavy ass has pulled my shoulder outta the socket" Jon groaned.
"Here, take my hand" Joe said, while bending down to Colby who gratefully took it and pulled himself up.
The smaller man panted heavily as he lay on his back, his arm flung over his eyes.
"Oh fuck, that was scary" he said shakily.
"Nice catch brother" Joe said as he clapped a large hand to Jon's uninjured shoulder.
Jon nodded as he began struggling to stand up, holding onto his injured arm.
At that point, Colby had gotten to his feet and walked over to his friend.
"Thanks man. I don't wanna think of what I'd look like right now if I'd have fallen" Colby said, patting Jon on the back.
"S'okay" Jon told him as he began walking over to the doorframe nearest to them.
"Eww, I can't watch when you do this" Joe said as he turned away.
Brock and Heyman had made their way to the foyer where they found Paul, Randy Nick and Mike standing.
"Find anything?" Heyman asked.
"Body parts" Paul answered gruffly.
"So did we" Brock told him.
Just as Paul was about to speak again, they heard a pained shout come from upstairs.
They all looked at one another before running in the direction the yell had come from.
They made their way to the top of the stairs, but it was quiet.
They looked around them quickly before another yell echoed down the halls.
"This way, c'mon" Brock said, as he led them to where the noise was coming from.
As they made their way down the hallway, they stumbled upon Joe staring through his fingers at Jon over his shoulder, a nauseated expression on his face, while Colby tried to reassure his Samoan friend that all was ok.
They then watched as Jon slammed his shoulder into the door frame, another growl of pain billowing from his gritted teeth.
"What the hell are you doing?" Heyman asked the younger man.
"I fell through the floor and Jon managed to catch me just in time. It pulled his shoulder outta the socket" Colby explained to them.
Randy cringed.
He knew first-hand how painful a dislocated shoulder felt and could sympathise with the pain that Jon was experiencing at that exact moment.
A pop resonated through the hall and Jon sank down the door frame clutching his shoulder while panting.
"Is it done?" Joe asked, before turning to take a look at his friend.
Jon's hands were shaking from the pain as he gave a small nod.
As his friends leaned down to help him, the sound of footsteps and mumbled voices began coming up the stairs, catching all of their attention.
All of the men, except for Jon who was still sat clutching his arm, prepared to face whatever appeared at the top of the stairs.
Just as they were about to lunge, a head wearing a familiar beanie appeared, followed by a long beard.
Windham, Bryan and Claudio made it to the top of the stairs and abruptly stopped talking when they noticed their friends standing there, looking like they were about to attack them.
"Woah, what's going on?" Bryan asked with slightly raised hands as the group of men in front of him deflated when they saw who it was.
"We didn't know who was coming up the stairs" Nick told them.
The three men nodded in understanding.
Claudio noticed the hole in the floor and then saw Jon sitting against a doorframe holding his arm.
"Did you fall through the floor?" he asked the injured man.
"No, I did. Jon caught me before I fell all the way through. Dislocated his shoulder in the process" Colby explained.
"Nice one man" Windham said giving Jon an approving nod.
"Did you find anything?" Bryan asked.
"Yeah, myself, Heyman and Brock found jars full of different body parts" Paul told him.
"What?" "Body parts?" "What the hell?" "Where?" were a few of the questions Paul heard being asked all at once.
"We were in the pantry downstairs and Brock found a human head in the refrigerator" Heyman told them.
"We were in the basement; I found jars with all different shit in them. Fingers, teeth...eyes" Paul told them while shaking his head, trying and failing to rid it of the images.
"Gnarly" Windham said aloud.
"I found the fuse box while were in the basement too. It's been completely destroyed. Looked deliberate too" Randy told them.
"What do we do now?" Mike asked.
"I think we should go back to the coach. Stay there until morning. Hopefully someone will drive by and be able to get us some help" Paul told them.
After a few brief nods, the men set about getting ready to leave.
Joe bent down and helped Jon to his feet.
The smaller man let out a guttural moan as the movement agitated his arm.
All of them began to make their way down the stairs and out of the house when it began to poor down with rain.
"Perfect" Heyman said angrily as he pulled the collar of his blazer up.
"God dammit" Paul growled angrily to himself.
"C'mon" he told them as he began to walk off of the property.
They had been walking for over half an hour and they were all drenched.
A shiver ran through Jon from both the cold and from the pain in his shoulder.
He was beginning to suspect that something more serious had happened to his arm.
It was still hurting like a son of a bitch, and it didn't seem like it was going to stop anytime soon.
"Are you sure this is the right way?" Randy asked Paul as they continued their hellish trek.
Paul stopped abruptly and turned to look at his colleague.
"Actually no, I'm not sure this is the right way. I've never been here before, I don't know where the hell we are! See any road signs around you Randy? Look around, there is nothing but trees and then more trees. Everything looks the fucking same" he shouted, completely despondent.
"I was only asking Paul" Randy shouted back.
An unsettling rumble of thunder began echoing through the air.
"C'mon guys" Bryan said while getting in-between them.
"Were in enough trouble as it is, the last thing we need is you two ripping each other's heads off" he told them.
"Let's just find the coach. At least that way we'll be out of the rain and can get into some dry clothes" he reasoned.
His words seemed to work as they all continued on their way.
As time went by, it seemed that the rain only got heavier.
After walking for almost an hour more, they came to a standstill in the middle of the road.
"Jesus, where are we?" Paul mumbled exhausted.
"There is no way we've gotten lost. It's one road for God's sake" Heyman shouted angrily.
"We've been walking for almost the same amount of time we did to find that damned house, if not longer. How can we not have found the coach in that time?" Randy questioned.
"We need to keep moving. We need to try and get out of this rain" Paul told them.
They all huffed in frustration and exhaustion before continuing their seemingly eternal walk.
"Hey man, are you ok?" Joe asked Jon who was struggling with the journey.
"I'm fine" he told him.
The Samoan didn't believe him.
He knew him far too well and he knew that something was wrong.
As Joe continued to look at his friend, worry etching his face, he heard Nick's raised voice.
"What the actual fuck?" the blonde had shouted while looking down at something.
They made their way over to where he was standing.
"Look at this! We have found the coach, only the coach isn't here" he yelled.
"What are you talking about? How can that be?" Mike questioned.
They looked around them and could see the tire marks on the road where the coach had gone out of control.
The broken pieces of glass had been removed from the road.
Upon further inspection, they could see blood on the branch of the tree that had gone through the chest of the coach driver.
"Are you sure the driver was dead? Maybe he woke up and took off" Mike asked Paul.
"Of course I'm sure" his boss replied bluntly.
"Look, maybe we should make our way back to the house" Nick suggested.
"And what? Wait for Leatherface to get home? No fucking thank you" Colby told him.
They all turned to look at Paul.
It was times like these that he hated being a leader and in a position of power.
"We can't stay out here all night. The storm is getting worse if that's even possible. We're all exhausted and soaked through, and to be honest, Jon looks like he's going to fall face first onto the asphalt at any second" he told them.
All of the men turned to look at the Ohioan.
He felt uncomfortable under their searching stares.
"I'm fine" he mumbled unconvincingly.
Colby and Joe exchanged worried glances.
"Look, maybe Paul's right. We can't just stand here all night. I don't particularly want to go back to the house of horrors myself, but in all seriousness, what choice do we have?" Randy reasoned.
After exchanging looks with one another, the men began to make their way back to the house.
After another agonisingly long walk in the cold and seemingly, never-ending rain, they began to see the familiar dirt track that led up to the house.
"Finally" Mike mumbled.
As they made their way up the path, the familiar smell of dirt and sewage attacked their senses.
They eventually got to the front door and made their way into the lobby and looked around.
It all looked exactly the same as when they'd hastily left earlier in the night.
"Ya know, thinking of it now...I don't know how comfortable I am staying in a house with body parts hidden in jars all around it" Mike moaned.
"It's either you spend the night in here with us, or you sleep outside in the rain alone" Brock told him, getting agitated with the man's whining.
With a final glance around the foyer, the group of men went into what they assumed was a library and began to settle down for the night.
The be continued…
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