Here I stood. Very awkwardly behind Bradd as he knocked on the door of a small house on an unknown street, after a few seconds of waiting I guessed Bradd knew I felt uneasy (even thought I didn't know why myself).
"Are you okay? You seem...different." He turned to me looking at me in my leather jacket, jeans and boots. I simply looked back at him, and was about to say something but was cut of as the door swung open.
Jeff stood there, cockiness evident in his pose, since he leaned his shoulder on the door frame and crossed his arms over his chest. Me and Bradd walked in; when Jeff winked at me Bradd hit his arm. I chuckled lightly at Bradds act, but was once again cut off, Jeff told me to wait in the living room for a minute. So I did. The living room had (article-2401848-1B7290FD000005) boarded windows, old planked floor, and a torn fire place. I didn't even know you could have a torn fire place?
I sat on one of the sofa's, there being another two seater sofa, and an arm chair. In the corner was an old television, that looked like it worked. Anyway, I sat down on the surprisingly comfy sofa, and tuck my phone from my pocket with my earphone, and listened to music. After a while (30 minutes) I started to wonder what Bradd and Jeff were doing, so I stopped listening to music and put my phone and earphones in my back pocket.
I lightly tiptoed down the plain hallway; I heard my name being almost shouted by Jeff! How dare he, I snook behind the door of the kitchen and looked in, this is what happened:
'Both Jeff and Bradd had sharp knives in their hands, and was shouting loudly at each other now, totally oblivious to the girl (Katherine) behind to door looking in. Bradd said he wanted to protect me, but Jeff said he wanted have me as his own, and try to love me. I only met him a couple of days ago! Jeff said he had a feeling about me, but Bradd countered saying it was "Bullsh*t!". Apparently all he wanted was to protect me; I was different?
That was when I heard was when I heard metal clashing together and burst through the door. Jeff on top of Bradd, holding a kitchen knife to his throat. I gasped and that is when they truly noticed me.'
Both of the violent men stood there start struck by the girl in front of them, but I only ran outside onto the street and started crying. Head in hands, sitting on the steps outside the door, I felt arms wrap around me, in a hug. I heard Bradd's soft voice whisper in my ear: "Lets go home...?". We had stayed there about 40-50 minutes, but I still agreed, and went to the cabin.
It wasn't the only reason I was crying was because of Bradd and Jeff, it was my family. That very same scene happened with my father and uncle, and I did the same thing I did just then. I hoped Bradd would explain at the cabin what it was all about. And I was right; he did explain very well...