Thou Shall Not Fall

Chapter 1

Present Day:

"WAKE UP! SAMMY! IT'S THE FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL! WAKE UP ASSHOLE"! I bolted out of bed and looked over to see Dylan bouncing in my up and down next to me.

"Thanks for the wake-up call". I scoffed.

"You're welcome...can I watch you change"?

I picked up a pillow and slammed him hard against the face. “OUT" I said, pointing towards the door.

He rolled his eyes and jumped off my bed. "Ms. Gilbert". He called. “Your daughter is being very aggressive this morning."

I laughed before walking to my bathroom. Dylan is such an ass. But I love him to death.

I pulled my long brown curls into a bun and looked at myself in the mirror. Nothing about me really changed over the summer. My skin may be a little bit more sun kissed, and my hair grew out more. But besides that, I was still the same old Sam: the same old girl, with the same best friend, and the same old house. 

I wish I could say that my same old town was still...well...the same old town, but it sure as hell wasn't. Things in Santa Clara aren't exactly the best. We knew things would be interesting when my mom and dad decided to be adventurous and move to the murder capital of the world, but I was only five and everything here had always been great, until recently.

People keep leaving town and the ones who weren't...well, they are the ones that are disappearing. People keep turning up missing left and right. In fact, my family and I are the only ones left in this cul-de-sac. Dylan and his dad, Edgar, live in the field right behind us and I rarely go over there, mainly because our town has a curfew now. Everyone including adults have to be in doors around 10 P.M. No exceptions. And also because Dylan's dad...he is um...a bit eccentric.

I think he is kind of shell shocked or something. He said he fought in some big war in the early 80's. He always said that he and his brother Allen fought side by side to get rid of the "scum" that infested California. I personally have no idea what the hell he is talking about, but Dylan just seems to brush it off. He is really close with his dad and I guess he is used to that bullshit by now.

After I finished showering and getting dressed, I dried out my hair. I usually straighten it, but it is my senior year, why not try something a little different. I finished putting my outfit together and grabbed my book bag before running downstairs.

Sam's Outfit:http://www.polyvore.com/sammys_outfit_chapter/set?id=61252628

I went around the corner of the steps and entered the kitchen. I inhaled the sweet smell of pancakes and maple syrup and took a seat at the table. I looked across the table at Dylan and saw him chowing down the breakfast my mom had made him.

"Dylan, why do you always insist on eating all our food when you come over?" I laugh.

"Dude, I've been doing this since we were five. Get used to it."

"Well, you need to tell your dad to learn how to work a stove."

"I barely see him lately anyways." He frowned.

"Sorry. He’s busy at the construction site?" 

"Yeah..."

I just noticed my mom slaving away over at the stove. She smiled at me as she brought the pan over to my plate and plopped some pancakes on there. She poured some syrup on top and took the seat next to me where she began eating her now cold breakfast. 

"Mom, where’s dad?" I asked.

"He went to work early." She frowned.

Dylan looked at the both of us raised his eyebrows. "And that's a bad thing because...?"

I shrugged and looked at my mom. "Is everything okay?" I asked.

"Yeah…" She huffed. "You two hurry up and eat, you're gonna be late for school." She got up from her chair and walked down the hallway and up the steps.

"What was that about?" Dylan asked.

"I have no clue...that was weird right?"

"Yep..." 

I shrugged again before turning back to my plate. I practically inhaled my food when I realized it was twenty till eight. I rushed Dylan out the door and then we walked to my car… until something caught my eye.

Dylan basically read my thoughts "Is someone actually moving in across the street from you?" He said in disbelief.

"I...I think so." 

Across the street from my house, there is this old abandoned funeral home that no one has owned since we have lived here. Because...who the hell would want to live in an old funeral home, right? So when I saw a U-Haul truck and 6 guys bringing boxes in and out...you can imagine my disbelief. Not only was I surprised that someone actually bought that old place, but who the hell would want to move to Santa Clara?

There were six men from what I could tell: an older man, who looked like he was in his early forties or late thirties and five young guys, around mine and Dylan's age. What killed me though...was that all five of the boys...were extremely attractive. But besides them being completely beautiful, I couldn't help but feel like something was wrong with them. When I looked at them something in my body was screaming at me to run...and I had no clue why.

When the one with the curly hair was getting a box out of the truck, our eyes met. I felt paralyzed when our eyes locked. There was something about him that was beautiful but was terrifying at the same time. He smirked and winked at me. Ugh, I already don't like him...

The one with the buzz cut walked beside him and followed his stare. He looked at me and waved.

"Hello there! We're the new neighbors." I noticed a British accent and that just made me even more confused… Why would you move from England to California ...weirdo’s...

I nodded at him and looked over at Dylan to see that he was completely frozen. I nudged him and that seemed to knock him out of his gaze. 

"We need to hurry to school." I mumbled.

He nodded and walked to the passenger side of my yellow bug. 

I turned to open my door when I heard a wolf-whistle from behind me.

"Nice bum." I turned around to see the curly headed one smiling widely at me. I flipped him the bird before climbing in my car and slamming the door. I sped out of the driveway and down the road.

"Well... Your new neighbors seem really swell." Dylan laughed.

"Yeah... Well I have a feeling they’re really not…"

I didn't realize at the time exactly how right I was....