Mine (Unedited) (Discontinued?)

Chapter 5

When everything calmed down, Kendra was once again glaring at the tallest man she had ever seen. She refused to accept she would have to live in a house where she knew absolutely no one. She wanted to go back home and cry with Katie over the death of her parents, then scream in excitement over living together.

"Please, Kendra, accept you must stay here. After meeting us, if you leave the protection of our home without proper training, you'll be in danger."

Kendra didn't answer, throwing her legs over BEN's lap and grabbing his hand to play with his fingers. He was the only one who hasn't forced her to do anything. Hell, he even asked if she wanted him to take off the chain keeping her imprisoned. Since he was the only one who hadn't pissed her off, she decided he was going to be her best friend. She would need one if she was going to stay here.

Toying with BEN's fingers, Kendra started to think. As much as she didn't want to live in a house with a psychopath and his freak of a friend, it sounded like she didn't have much of a choice. With a deep sigh, she shrugged dejectedly to show her resignation.

The tension in the room eased the second she gave up, but she didn't feel relaxed at all. The sadness settling in her stomach was mixing with the anger and anxiety she had accumulated over the past week, and it was beginning to form a knot that made her homesick.

"Thank you."

"For what? Doing what you want like a good little flower?" she snapped, spitting out the pet name Jeff had given her as though it were curdled milk. At her outburst, BEN actually rubbed her arm in a comforting gesture. Kendra looked at him, then leaned her head on his shoulder. "All you were asking me to do was to not put up a fight."

"That's not true."

"Oh don't give me that bull. I could tell you were going to make me stay here whether I wanted to or not. All I'm doing is giving in to how exhausted I am from sleeping on a concrete floor several nights in a row." Kendra began to wonder if she would ever get to see her friends again, or if she would get to graduate high school, go to college, and finally realize her dream of being a Graphic Designer. By now, she had stopped messing with BEN's fingers, simply staring at them with a saddened expression.

"Kendra? Are you alright?"

Slender's question made the anger come back. She leveled her gaze where his eyes were supposed to be and gave a hostile glare. "No, I'm not alright. My dreams are being crushed and my hopes are being dashed right in front of me. I'm seventeen, and I have a whole life ahead of me that I'll never get to experience because of you."

Silence followed her angry speech as she continued to glare at Slender. A scoff interrupted it, drawing Kendra's attention towards Jeff. "Well boo-fucking-hoo. You have to miss out on a whole lifetime of opportunities! Might as well as get pissed at everyone for it and get all depressed! 'Cause that will solve everything!"

Kendra felt her anger grow so intensely hot, that tears began to fall. "You shut up. You have no right to treat me like that when you're the entire reason I'm in this mess! If you had just killed me like I asked you to, no one would be in any sort of trouble and I sure as hell wouldn't be feeling this awful!"

Before Jeff got a chance to respond, Slender interrupted. "That's enough, Jeffrey."

Jeff shut up, and the conversation was pulled to a stop. BEN rambled on, acting like a child again despite saying he was only pretending the first time around. Kendra didn't say a word in response, only stared blankly at the playful blond's hand. She began to push the digits down, counting out the things she lost since the first night.

One. My parents. Two. My home. Three. My friends. Four. My life. Five. My happiness.

The day soon turned into night, and Kendra had to sleep on the couch. She stared at the clock on the DVD player, watching as the numbers changed. It now read 1:32 am, and the redhead was no closer to sleep than she was a half-hour ago. Turning to lay on her back, Kendra stared at the dark ceiling above her. She began to seek out shapes, trying to keep her mind from wandering so she wouldn't sink into her depressing thoughts.

A loud bang made her shoot upright. Looking around frantically for the source of the noise, Kendra shifted to her knees so she could get a better view of behind the couch. When she didn't see anything, her panic flared. She stared at the darkness in front of her, holding her breath while she looked for some sign it was someone she already knew.

When a man dressed as a twisted version of a clown stepped into her line of vision, Kendra screamed in terror. She was petrified of clowns, and this fear made her hide under the blanket Slender had given her. Her shrieks probably woke up BEN, because a second later he was downstairs with a frenzied look, bed head hair, and wearing nothing but boxers. "The hell is going on?!" he shouted.

"C-c-clown!" Kendra managed, still hiding under her blanket.

"What?"

"I think she means me."

"Ya think, dip shit? What I want to know is why she's screaming bloody-fucking-murder in the middle of the god damn night!"

"Jack, it would be best if you left the room. It is apparent Kendra has a fear of clowns."

"For fuck's sake, get her to shut up before I do!"

"F-fuck you, Jeff!" she shouted, not sure how she was able to say anything other than 'clown'.

"Alright, Kendra, you can relax. He has left."

Kendra peeked out from under her blanket, verifying Slender's words before actually relaxing. "Sorry about that," she muttered, her face heating up in embarrassment.

"It's fine. Now shut up and go to sleep!" Jeff snapped before storming back up the stairs.

"Good night to you too, Mr. Ray of Sunshine."

BEN didn't even snort at her insult, too tired and annoyed to care. He followed Jeff's lead and returned to his room. Slender left soon as well after making sure Kendra was alright.

Kendra yawned, the excitement of being scared by a clown wearing down on her. She laid down, falling asleep the second her head hit the cushions.