The Monster That Stole My Reflection

Chapter 8: Creepslayerz (Part 1)

Steve's POV

I sat on my bed scrolling through my phone, I am tired and sore from football practice, my legs ached. My face and chest still aches and is swollen from when Jim hit me in the jaw. Thinking about it made me angry, as I was about to get up to get some water I heard Mum calling me from the kitchen.

"Steve, will you take out the trash," she yelled.

"UUHHHHGG," I loudly groaned and rolled my eyes as I slowly made my way into the kitchen.

"Why do I have to take out the trash, I just got home from football practice," I argued.

"Just take it out," she demanded, then angrily walked out of the kitchen.

I walked over to the bins and aggressively pulled the trash bags out, tying a double knot then slinging one of the bags over my shoulder. I pulled the bag off my shoulder as it smelt horrific. I walked down the hallway and out the front, I slammed the front door shut behind me making sure I wasn't locked outside. I then started to walk down the driveway with the trash bag in my hand. I grumbled from the annoying and meaningless chore.

"Palchuck," a male voice cried out. "Your mother doesn't deserve that kinda of attitude."

"Whatever coach," I scoffed. Coach grabbed my shoulder and turned me to face him.

"Hey, this is new to both of us. But just 'cause your dad's no longer in this house doesn't mean his hostility has to be." He continued but I rolled my eyes from annoyance.

"Look, things are gonna be different now. I'm here if you wanna hug it out," He spread his arms out ready to embrace me in a hug.

"Hug this," I declined by shoving one trash bag to his chest. I then stormed over to the bins that were placed near the front of the house. Coach walked over with a stern look and placed the bag next to the bin.

"Have it your way," he frustratedly said as he walked away. I shoved the over bag into the bag and slammed the metal lid down in frustration. 

How dare he think that he can just waltz into my life and think that everything is gonna be better than it was. For a long time I've thought that but now I'm starting to think that it won't. But then again what do I know about relationships? Nothing except that they're iky and they leave you vulnerable to be betrayed and heartbroken. Like how my dad treated my mom and I. I thought he would get better but he only got worse over the years till he finally decided to leave. I just don't want to go through that again.

"Stupid," I grunted as the lid finally shut.

I heard a russell in the bushes, I stepped back thinking it was some kind of feral cat or a squirrel about to jump out at me.

I let out a scream as a green, alien-like creature jumped out of the bushes towards me. I dropped the trash bag and ran towards the garage door. It stopped and seemed fixated on the trash, while it was distracted I opened the garage door. I then pressed the button for it to go back down, as it slowly began to shut as the alien-like creature turned and looked at me.

'What is this thing and what does it want with me?' I thought as I froze in fear. I then ran into the garage just as the door shut, I struggled to turn on the light. I breathed heavily as it was now stuck in here with me. 'What do I do?!!' I questioned. Maybe I should trap it, I thought to myself as the alien-like creature was fixated on the many things on the garage shelves. I grabbed the empty washing basket near the garage door. In a swift motion I trapped the creature underneath holding the basket down. I then placed a heavy pile of old books ontop of the basket to keep it from escaping.

"Hahah how do you like that?" I laughed.

"I can't believe I caught an alien," I gasped, in excitement, 'but what do I do with it now?' I wondered.