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Waking up the next night to the alarm going off, shooting out of bed I looked around.
Walking over to Violet's room to see her starring at the ceiling.
"C-Can I sleep in here?"
She nodded, knowing I wasn't feeling well.
"Thanks Vi."
Crawling under her covers, falling asleep after our mom poked her head and told us everything was ok.
Walking downstairs in a navy blue push up bra and black yoga pants.
"Hey honey, how are you feeling?"
The look I gave her said it all as I noticed our creepy neighbor Constance was over.
"You're not feeling well?"
I shook my head, opening the fridge, hell bent to find some orange juice or something.
"She's not very talkative."
Pouring a glass of orange juice I sat next to my mom at the table.
"You walk around dressed like that?"
"Is there a problem with showing off a great body?"
She scoffed, scrutinizing the jewel hanging from my navel, and the peacock feather tattoos on my hips.
"I would never let my daughter dress like that."
Scoffing I stood up slowly, feeling like I might throw up again if I moved to fast.
"Well, last I checked your daughter wasn't build like me. Let alone able to have any man she chooses."
Smirking I continued to walk past her feeling her gaze on the beautiful hummingbird outline on my back.
Slowly easing my way upstairs, almost falling over a couple times as the room began to spin. All of a sudden I felt a hand on my exposed back. Looking over I wasn't surprised to see Tate, who was quickly making it a habit to pop in when he wasn't expected.
"Here"
"Thanks."
Letting him help me back to my room as I leaned heavily against him.
"That wasn't nice what you said downstairs."
Sighing I laid on my side, looking up as Tate sat next to me.
"I only said it cause that woman pissed me off. I'm not as crazy as Violet."
Pausing I shook my head, feeling him press his hand against my forehead.
"I take that back, even Violet isn't that cruel."
He sighed, touching my cheek.
"Get some sleep."
"I don't like to sleep."
He smiled, motioning for me to scoot over. Moving to the other side of the bed, watching as he lay down next to me.
"Why not?"
"The nightmares come back."
He smiled lightly, letting his hand sit on my exposed side.
"What nightmares?"
Shaking my head I looked away.
"I can't tell you Tate, not yet."
He nodded in understanding.
"Can you stay till I fall asleep?"
He smiled, nodding as I closed my eyes.
Waking up I felt so much better, walking downstairs, smiling at my mom.
"Hey, feeling better?"
"Much better."
"Want to watch a movie?"
"Sure, where's Vi?"
She sighed.
"She took some of your old sleeping pills, she's going to be out for awhile."
"Oh, ok."
Relaxing on the couch I asked where dad was.
"He went to Boston to help an old patient."
"Oh."
Hearing a knock at the door I turned as my mom stood up.
"What was that?"
"Stay here."
Nodding I waited for my mom to come back.
Feeling something hard hit the back of my head, I woke up to being tied to a chair and three freaks looking down at us.
"Please I have money, take anything you want."
"We're not here to rob you, mask off."
Watching as they pulled their black masks off revealing two girls and a guy, all three looked like they were tweaked out on something.
Not paying attention as they talked, trying to untie my hands.
"Which one's Gladice?"
The red haired girl pointed at me with her knife, as the guy tossed a white outfit at me.
"Fuck you, I'm not wearing that."
"You have to, everything has to be perfect."
"Take off your clothes."
Moving away from the guy as he tried to yank my clothes off.
"Take me!"
Looking up at my mom as she screamed at the group.
"Oh, you'll both be wearing uniforms."
Flinching I listened how I was going to be drowned.
"Put this on, your not going to like it if I have to make you."
Standing up I looked at the white uniform before throwing it at the girl and taking off at a full run through the house. As I raced out of the kitchen I was dragged into the hall, looking up at Tate in surprise.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"You have to get them to the basement."
"How the hell am I supposed to do that?"
"Just do it."
As he stepped back the redhead rounded the corner, grabbed me and forced me to walk upstairs, never seeing Tate.
"Put it on bitch."
Shaking my head, flinching as the girl hit me with the blunt end of the knife in her fist, causing me to fall to the floor in pain.
"Put it on."
Glaring at her I took my time pulling on the outfit.
"What's taking you so long?"
Rolling my eyes I continued to take my time.
Watching the blonde come in, obviously sick.
"It's ten fifty-seven, get in the tub."
Stepping in I watched as she yelled to the blonde it was almost time.
"We have to put someone under the water for three minutes, till them loose consciousness the brain begins to die from oxygen desprassion."
Smiling I almost laughed as a look of rage crossed her features.
"This is funny to you?"
"What's funny is how you think you know everything about this house, and clearly you know nothing. This isn't even the right tub."
"Second floor bathroom, I studied the crime scene photos."
"The one he used is in the basement. We totally remodeled this bathroom."
"You think I'm gonna fall for that?"
"It's a grimy claw footed tub with a crown faucet."
Looking panicked for a moment, she finally nodded and let me lead the way to the basement. As she pressed the knife a little harder into my back the lights flickered, taking off I hid until she was distracted. Running upstairs, grabbing my mom as we ran outside, screaming for someone to call the police.
Sitting with the cops as my mom explained what happened.
Afterwards they drove us back to the house, when they finally left I looked at my mom.
"Tate helped me escape."
"He did?"
I nodded, smiling at Violet as she joined us.
"What did I miss? What was with all the screaming?"
Sighing we explained what happened.
The next morning dad was back and talking with the cops, when they were done he cornered me.
"Your mom says Tate helped you escape. How did he get in?"
"I don't know, I didn't let him in. But I'm glad he was here."
Brushing past him I hugged my mom, walking upstairs, I found myself sitting in my closet like I used to when I was a little girl.
Hearing someone open the door, I curled into a ball, waiting to see what was going to happen.
"You're not ok."
Looking up at the gentle voice, smiling weakly at Tate.
"Sorry, old habits die hard I guess."
"Why do you choose here?"
Shaking my head as he sat down next to me, pulling me to him.
"Want to tell me about it?"
"Not really."
"What can I do?"
"Just stay with me for a bit."
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