Saraya

Author: LexysCPD
Chapter: (5/20)
Words: 2,271
Disclaimer: I don't own anything except the plot.
Author's Note: Chapter 5 is up. I'll start updated every other day. I've more than half way done writing this story. Enjoy this chapter, and please review. And keep the follows and favs.

Uploaded: March 09, 2015

SARAYA was in her room, on her bed. She was rereading the note. She was afraid. She told the group that she had paid. They all up and left. They decided they wanted to go shopping, so she went with them. She didn't want anyone to worry about her. And she wanted to stay distracted for a few seconds, before she started to freak out and wonder what was happening, and how the Brothers found out that she existed so quickly. Saraya's parents had told her about Jacobs and Calaway. They had a friend that knew of them, the friend that sold them out, and he told her parents their stories.

Glenn Jacobs, also known as Kane, was the younger of the two. It was said that he was born from an affair, and when his father found out, he had burnt the place down. Jacobs was burnt, and his face was the only thing that was unharmed. He didn't find out about his brother until his adulthood, but by then he was already deranged. He had murdered, although he was never caught. He was known for wearing a mask that resembled fire. And because of the mask, he had never been caught.

His brother, Mark Calaway, known as the Undertaker, had a sort of normal childhood. His father was a mortician. Calaway had always been around the dead bodies, and they quickly fascinated him. He saw grew to want to see more dead bodies, even went as far as to kill to see them. He wasn't as psychotic as his brother, but he was still unstable.

There was more to them. She had seen it. It haunted her. And it was the worst thing she had ever seen. She never found out how they were able to do what they did. And she wasn't sure she wanted to.

Saraya placed the note on her desk, and walked to the kitchen. She had many emotions running through her. She had many things running through her head. She was trying to forget. She was trying to stay calm, but her mind kept going back to the note. It was going back to her family's murders.

She looked through the cabinets until she found out what she wanted. She was alone. Her friends decided to go watch a movie. Saraya told them she didn't want to go. She wanted to go home and sleep. They let her walk home. Seth had tried to go with her, but she didn't let him. She told him to hang out with his brother, and to get to know his future sister-in-law. Reluctantly, he agreed.

She found was she was looking for. She placed the item on the table, and went to make sure the door was closed. She didn't want anyone to enter while she was occupied. Once she made sure the only people that could enter were the people with the keys, she went back to the kitchen and sat on a chair. She reached over and grabbed the bottle of alcohol she had found. It looked new, but it had been opened before. She opened it and placed it in front of her.

She stared at the table. She thought about all she lost. She lost her home, her family, the life she could have had, her identity. She lost everything, and she couldn't get it back. She quickly wiped her tears that she had just noticed that were streaming down her face. She grabbed the bottle and started to drink as much as she can before she lost her breath.

Naked

She was on the verge of blacking out. She was lying down on her back on the couch. She had a drunken smile on her face, while she stared at the ceiling. It was the first time she got drunk, it was the first time she had ever drank any alcohol. She had never felt the need to get drunk, so she never did. She would just watch her friends get drunk. But things had started to get crazy. She needed to release.

Saraya turned her head when she heard the front door. She heard voices, and being in the wrong mind, she got scared. She tried to get off the couch, but she simply fell to the ground. She groaned in pain, and tried to crawl away.

"Paige?" she heard someone call. She frowned, while she tried to connect the voice with a face and name. "Paige? Are you here?"

"M'ere," she slurred, as she tried to push herself up. She looked up and saw her three roommates staring at her. She smiled at them, and then continued to stand up.

Summer and Emma rushed to help her up, and placed her on the sofa. She was giggling the whole time. She leaned her head back and stared at the ceiling. She had a smile on her face.

"Found it," AJ called out. Saraya looked at the kitchen, where the shorter woman was. AJ was there, with the empty bottle in her hand. She was showing them to the blondes.

"I drank dat," Saraya muttered, as she pointed at it.

"Why?" Emma asked, as she reached over to place her hand on Saraya's knee.

"Why not?" she shot back. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes. "This is wha' ma life led up to."

"What do you mean?" Summer asked, worry in her voice.

"M'family, gone. M'lone," she slurred, letting her head roll around. "M'sleepy."

"Go to sleep, we'll talk when you wake up," Summer whispered, as she moved Saraya so the younger woman was lying down on the couch. She quickly fell asleep.

Naked

Saraya felt like her head was going to split open. She groaned, when she was slowly waking up. She could feel everything come up and she opened her eyes. She rolled off the couch and ran to the bathroom, where she threw up. She felt someone pull her hair back.

"Why do people like getting drunk if they feel like shit the next morning?" Saraya asked, once she was sure she was not going to throw up again.

"Not everyone drinks like you did sweetie," Emma soothes, while she rubbed Saraya's back.

The Brit moaned, as she stood up and brushed her teeth. Emma helped her back to the couch, where the other two roommates sat. There were four cups on the small table next to the couch.

"What happened? What time is it?" Saraya questioned. She reached for her cup and held it close. She smiled at her green cup. Summer, Emma, and AJ had shown Saraya the Harry Potter series. They decided to set each girl into a different house. AJ was voted into Gryffindor, Summer was sorted into Hufflepuff, Emma was a Ravenclaw, and that left Saraya in Slytherin. They decided to buy color-coordinated things. That way, they could have their own things, and have fun with it.

Saraya looked in her Slytherin cup, and smiled when she took in the hot chocolate. She gently blew into it and took a sip. She smiled at the taste.

"You got drunk off your ass," Emma said, her accent getting stronger.

"We found you on the floor," AJ continued, "You fell from the couch."

"Paige, can you tell us about your parents? You told us that you stopped talking to them, but you can connect with them. You're barely twenty, you should have your family behind you," Summer told her, reaching over and held Saraya's hand.

"I can't," Saraya whispered, as she stared at the ground. She knew she was going to talk, her friends, her best friends weren't going to leave her alone until she talked.

"Is that why you drank last night?" Emma questioned.

"I haven't seen my family since I was sixteen," she whispered. She placed the cup on the table and leaned forward. She was trying not to break down. She was trying not to cry. She wanted to get it out. She wanted to talk, but she also didn't want to talk. She didn't want to say too much.

"Sixteen?" AJ repeated, her eyes wide. Saraya nodded.

"It's been four years."

Saraya stood up, the hangover long forgotten. The pain in her head was nowhere near as hurtful as the pain in her heart. She would do anything to have her family back. She would do anything to tell them she loved them, to tell them she missed them.

"Why haven't you talked about them before," Summer asked, her eyes following Saraya, who was pacing.

"Cause it hurts," she answered, not looking at them. She didn't want to see their pity. She didn't want to feel their love. She couldn't save her family, and she felt like she didn't deserve it.

"Paige, what happened between you and your family?" the blond Australian asked.

Saraya smiled softly. "They're not in England. They're not on this world."

"Paige—" all three started, but Saraya stopped them.

She gave them a watery smile. "I lied." She laughed humorlessly. "My parents, my brothers, my sister, they are all dead. I never fought with them."

The three women stood up. They took a step towards Saraya, but she shook her head.

"Why didn't you tell us?" AJ asked, her voice barely a whisper.

"If I didn't say anything, then it wasn't true. I didn't want to believe it. They were all I had. They were everything," she told them, her voice cracking and her tears streaming down her face. "I didn't want them to be gone."

All three women rushed towards her and hugged her. The second they touched Saraya, she broke down and started to cry. She sobbed into their arms, while they held her.

"I want them back. I just want my family back."

Naked

Saraya had stopped crying. She was lying down on the couch with her head on Emma's lap and staring at the television. The other women decided to put on a movie, to get her mind off what had happened. And she was enjoying the feeling of Emma's hand running though her hair. Her mother used to do that, and she missed it.

"You know what I remember?" AJ said, after a few hours of silence. Everyone looked at her.

Emma answered, "What?"

AJ grinned. She looked at Summer before answering. "I remember someone in this room making out with my boyfriend's friend."

Emma and Saraya both smiled, as they looked at Summer. "I remember that too," the Brit added, a smirk on her face.

Summer's face got red, as she shook her head, trying to deny it. But it was no use. Saraya had seen it, and unlike the other girls, she was sober. She was in her right mind (in a way, but then again she was attacked before it happened, but no one knew that so she could deny it all she wanted but the only person who knew was Seth, but he wasn't going to say anything), and had proof.

"Do you like him?" Saraya asked, her voice full of innocence. She looked at Summer from her spot. Her eyes were wide and full of curiosity.

Summer opened her mouth to answer, but nothing came out.

"I think he likes you. I see how he looks at you. I know you guys just met and all, but I think he'll treat you right," she continued when Summer didn't say anything. "I don't see what the problem is, just ask him out."

"It's not that simple," Summer told her, shaking her head.

"Yeah, it is," the raven-haired girl said, "you like him, he likes you. It's that simple."

"But I can't ask him out!" Summer exclaimed, not denying it any longer.

"Why not? AJ asked Phillip out. And maybe you asking Roman out will cause Dean to grow some balls and ask Emma here out."

AJ burst out laughing. Emma blushed as she looked down at Saraya, and Summer just seemed to think about it.

"Dean?" Emma asked, her voice a squeak.

Saraya smiled. She nodded her head. "He's weird and all, but he does like you. And I know you like him. Seth told me when they all go out, Dean is always trying to pick up girls, but yesterday, you were the only person he paid any attention to."

"He's cute, but—"

"C'mon, they like you guys, you like them, give them a chance!"

"How about you?" AJ asked, looking at Saraya. "Seth seems to take an interest in you. Punk told me that he rarely pays any girl any attention, but he has been all over you."

Saraya shook her head. "I don't want a boyfriend."

"Why not?" the Australian asked, frowning.

"I'm not ready, and I don't know when I'll ever be. I'm not going to ask him to wait, and I don't want him to."

"Have you ever had a boyfriend?" Summer asked, a soft look on her face.

"No," she laughed before continuing. "I've never even been kissed."

"I'm going to ask him out," Emma said, looking down at Saraya, a small smile on her face. "And if I do this Paige, you're going to help me."

Saraya nodded, a grin on her face. She sat up and turned to Summer.

She sighed. "I'll do it, too."

Saraya turned back to Emma, and saw a smile on her face. She loved all her friends, but for some reason, Emma was different. There was something about her that connected her to the Australian. And Saraya would do anything to make sure all her best friends were happy, and she would make sure Emma was never going to be hurt. She would protect the blond. Saraya moved back to her position and closed her eyes to feel Emma's fingers. She was going to protect this girl. Make sure that Emma was happy.

Next Chapter On:
March 11, 2015

Line: "I-I feel like I shouldn't be happy," Paige whispered, a frown on her face.