Breaking

Dabria and Thea had fallen asleep talking. Or rather, Dabria had fallen asleep talking. Thea had pretended to drift of at the same time as her, but as soon as she didn't get any answer from her sister, her eyes were wide open again. She stayed in bed for a couple of minutes, making sure that she heard Dabrias breathing get heavier. It was hard to tell, and she had to focus and turn her good ear towards her, but yes, she seemed to be completely asleep.

She got out of bed, and sneaked over to her closet. She pulled on a black hoodie and a pair of jeans over her pyjamas t-shirt and underwear. She picked up a pair of sneakers and pulled a hat over her hair. She sneaked out of the room, quietly made her way down the stairs, and snuck out on the driveway. She stayed there, and listened for a moment, making sure no one followed her. She was unsure whether to take her bike or just walk, but decided to walk after thinking that the bike would make to much sound. They would not be able to catch up to her, but they would know she was out.

She walked through the night, and held a fast pace. She realise that the hoodie was not enough to keep the cold air away, it was soon winter. Thinking ahead was not always her strong suit. This whole adventure was proof enough. She thought of herself as someone who could asses the situation and keep a cool head. She knew that might not be others view of her though, and she could see why. She started a small jog to keep her warm, and soon enough she reached her destination.

The house seemed quiet. She hid behind a bush in the corner of the front yard. No lights were on, she couldn't even see any indication that the TV was on. And from what she understood, Tristram always had the TV on. She snuck closer, and looked through the kitchen window. She went up to the front door and felt on the door handle. It went down easily and to her surprise, the door actually opened. She had not thought it would be this easy. She listened to see if anyone had noticed her, but when there was only more silence, she snuck inside and closed the door. There were no shoes by the door, and dead quiet in the house. She wondered if maybe, no one was home. But why would he leave the door open? Maybe that was something drunk people did.

She spend no more time caring about that, and instead snuck up the stairs. She had only been in the house a couple times, and never for very long, but she knew where Dabrias room was located. The door stood open, and she went inside. The room was empty, the wardrobe was left open, and the bed seemed to have been tossed. Maybe Tristram had taken out his anger on the bedding. She felt with her hand on the shelf. To Dabria it was in eye height, but to her it was just above. She stood on her toes and found what she was looking for. The coin. It was old, a bit green the way old metal gets, but she knew its worth to Dabria. As she put it in her pocket, she hear voices outside. She glanced out the small window in Dabrias room, and saw three men enter the house, one of them was Tristram. She cursed to herself in her head. She heard the men on the floor below her, they sounded drunk, but she couldn't tell what they were talking about. If they just went into the living room, she could sneak back down and leave. She heard them move into the kitchen, and she moved out to the top of the stairs. She made sure to not get too close, but close enough to tell where they went. She was so focused on sneaking, that she didn't notice that she accidently stepped on the uneven floorboard right on top of the stair. It made a loud creaking noise.

"Wus'at?" She heard a voice. "Someone in 'er?"

She cursed again, and quickly went through her options in her head. She pulled up her hood over her head, and decided to run for it. The door was right across the hall from the stair, she just needed to run straight out. She skipped every other step on her way down, and saw the street lights outside the window in the door, before they were covered by a body suddenly in her path. She collided with it, and fell to the floor by the impact. She looked up and met Tristram's glare.

"What 'e fuck!" He grabbed her arm and yanked her up to look closer at her. "Ya piece of shit! What ya doing in ma' house!" He shook her aggressivly.

"Let me go you asshole!" She screamed at him and tried to get her arm back.

The two other men came after Tristram and blocked her way to the door.

"Was' happnin' Tristram?" One of them asked.

"This one keeps breakin' into my house!" He shook her again.

"Sound like she needs to learn the difference between mine and yours." The other said, and laughed drunkenly.

"Sounds 'bout right!" Tristram answered.

Before Thea heard anything else, she felt a hard impact in her stomach. Tristram pulled back his arm, ready to strike again. She kicked towards him, and hit his leg. He screamed and let her go. She tried to push pass him, but one of the others stopped her, and another fist came flying and hit her in the side of her head. The hit made her disorientated, and she fell backwards and held herself up towards the wall. She bent over forward as another hit got her in the stomach again. She coughed as it knocked some air out of her. The third man reached forward and grabbed her hood with his whole fist, getting some of the hair as well. He pulled it forward and then violently smashed her head backwards into the wall. She felt her vision blur. She needed to get out of there, but felt like they had a strong advantage over her. She screamed to try and shock them a little, and it seemed to work. She flailed out with both arms, and on of them actually hit something, she was unsure of what. She pushed through them and made her way over to the door. She managed to get it open, but couldn't exit because on of them grabbed her around the waist and lifted her up. She kicked and struggled, but he was stronger. He threw her out the door, and she tumbled as she landed on the ground. They caught up to her before she could stand up, and she felt a hard kick meet her ribs. The air was knocked out of her for real this time and she struggled to draw a new breath. She barely knew what was left or right, and even less where around her the men were. She raised her head slightly to try and get a sense of direction. She felt the fabric of a shoe hit her chin, and her teeth slammed together, before everything turned black.