I got dragged into a house by the large person, I stumbled over my feet as I buckled on my heels. Omg I don't want to die.
He opened the front door and pulled me in, dragging me straight up he stairs and shoving me in a room before locking it behind him.
"Listen please, I don't want to die. I won't tell anybody what I saw just please let me go. Oh my god I don't want to die this way. Oh my god what about my parents, they will kill me if they know I snuck out. I need to get home. You need to let me go home" I rambled on, pleading in a way.
He looked at me and laughed. I burrowed my eyebrows in confusion as he carried in chucking and walked to his wardrobe pulled out a black sweatshirt and pulled it over his head.
"Why are you laughing at me?" I asked.
"I'm not going to kill you, yet." I gulped and looked down at my feet. "You just need to stay here the night, while I sort something out."
"I can't stay here the night are you crazy. My mom and dad don't even know that I left the fucking house. I need to go home"
"You don't care that you are in the same room as a killer, yet you're scared that your parents will know you snuck out?"
"Oh no, trust me I'm petrified right now, you know, at the fact I seen you kill someone, but I just really want to go home before my mom finds out. She's alot scarier than you buddy" I said as I tried to make a joke. I laughed a little before looking at the male and seeing he didn't find it funny.
Now I'm sobering and in good light, I can see that the male has brown hair which falls on his face, it's kind of wavy, but you can see he would normally style it. His hazel orbs were wide as he starred at me intensively. He wore black skinny jeans with converse, and really didn't look like your average killer. Whatever you expect a killer to look like.
"Hasn't anybody told you it's rude to stare?" He snapped and I jumped a little.
"Sorry" I spoke quietly and took a step back. "What's your name?" I asked, regretting it instantly.
"None of your business is it?" He replied very very sarcastically.
"No, I er I guess not"
Somebody shouted up and the man standing infront of me cursed. From what I heard from the shouting, his name was Ashton?
"Just fucking get comfy because your are not leaving till tomorrow got it?"
"Well where am I supposed to sleep?" I asked as he turned around to walk out the door.
"I have a perfectly good floor you can sleep on" he shrugged as he walked out slamming the door behind him.
Well I guess I better make the most of lovely wooden floor then.
I made my way down the stairs to the living room where all the other lads we're sitting.
"What the fuck man Ash? It was a simple easy task and you manage to let somebody see you? What the fuck is wrong with you?" Michael, the one with coloured hair spoke and I sat down.
"Iknow man, but listen I don't think she's stupid enough to blabber about it, all she cares about was getting home before her parents found out."
"Not the point" he said blankly as he starred at me and I looked at my fingers.
"Listen I'm going to sort it okay? You don't need to worry" I reassured the 4 males in front of me.
"Trust me I won't be. I have other things, more important things to be dealing with than some chick who saw us kill some low life." He said and I nodded.
"We have a big job coming up soon guys, you all need to be on your game, and make sure we don't get caught when we are doing it" he turned his attention back to me.
"Yeah, who ever thought it would be Ash to fuck it all up. The blonde male with the lip ring spoke and smirked.
"Shut up Luke you twat" I snapped back at him.
"Someone abit touchy tonight arnt they" John, the actuall 'leader' of the group replied to me. I rolled my eyes.
"Okay well I'm going to go to bed, get some rest, think about how I'm going to deal with this." I got up and walked up the stairs. It was about 2am and I headed to the bathroom. I cleaned my face and washed my hands before making my way to my room.
I walked in and my body filled with goosebumps as the balcony door was slightly open. I was abit taken back when I seen a small petite body lying on my bedroom floor. She had her arms wrapped around her and her shoes were placed next to her.
She looked freezing.
I closed the door and looked at her. I can't believe she actually slept on this horrible floor. I did tell her to.
I picked her up and placed her on my bed, pulling the cover over her so she could get warm. She was very beautiful there was no denying that. Her hair was now in very very loose waves along her face from the long night. She had a little bit of mascara that had run down her face from the crying she must have done when I left. I felt bad. Real bad. But she shouldn't have been a nosey bitch and seen what I did.
I climbed I to the double bed next to her and grabbed the quilt over me, falling slowly into a sleep thinking of my next plan on what to do.