Hell's Escape

Chapter One

Click! Click! Click! The steady, left right taps of beige colored heels echoed through the barren home. Sullenly, Cadence whispered to the home as if it was a human; as if it was her. "Alright, let's get you sold." Her pampered, magenta colored fingernails dug into her palm as she carefully gripped the golden knob of the front door. Taking a deep breath and sighing, Cadence's lowered face perked into a bright and cheery smile and sparkling eyes. The door flung open with little help from her own strength as she stepped into the golden, fall morning sun.

We had arrived exactly thirty three minutes late to the showing. The unavoidable bickering of the group hovered over the gentle melody playing from the car radio. Claire, with her slender shoulders almost squared with the backseat yelled bitterly over the knit picking.

"WE WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN SO LATE HAD YOU TWO PUT OFF YOUR 'MANLY' WRESTLING FOR ANOTHER TIME." Ah, Kyle and Anthony. Brothers, but shared nothing else. Earlier this morning they had what they called Sunday Face Off, but Claire and I both knew it was just them trying to one up each other's manliness.

"No, had you not decided to take twenty minutes to find a stupid tank top, we'd be perfectly okay!" Anthony claimed, hauling himself forward to be face to face with Claire. Claire, with utter disgust, turned and face the front.

"You know EXACTLY why it took so damn long," she barked, crossing her arms over her chest. Anthony and Claire, both partly new to the group, had decided to hook up one night when it was just them; the start of a lasting relationship to this day of six months and fifteen days.

"You don't always have to dress", Anthony laughed, leaning back in his chair satisfied with his statement that would inevitably start another fight. I watched my knuckles turn white against the black leather of the steering wheel as I gripped tightly.

"Everyone just shut up! We all had a part in making us late!" I shouted, reasoning with the rest of the group. All fell silent, including Kyle who always spoke his mind. I pulled the beat up Kia Soul over against the curb. In front sat a shimmering pink Porsche with its top up. On the passenger was a neatly kept sticker of the owner, Cadence Walker, and her information as a real estate agent; our real estate agent. Turning myself around, I faced the rest of the group.

"Guys, we need to be serious and professional. We can't keep staying in Anthony's and Kyle's mom's basement. We need this house. I've already looked into it and it's amazing."