The Way I Survived

Chapter Four.

Chapter 4

I kneed him in the groin, making him double-over in pain, I bet he didn't see that one coming. I may have a small figure but I was definitely not weak. I snickered as I darted towards the door. Inches away from departing the room, a pair of hands snaked around my waist and grabbed me, pulling me away from the exit. I stumbled back and crashed into something hard that felt like a wall or something. Struggling to escape, I squirmed, trying to get out of the hands' grasp, but they wouldn't budge.

I whimpered in defeat, leaning back on the so-called wall, only to realize it's none other than the stranger himself. I pulled away, not wanting to be anywhere near him but the more I struggled out of his grasp, the tighter it got. When I felt like all the air in my lungs were knocked out because of him squeezing the daylights out of me, I gave up my plan of escaping by force and began planning a new scheme.

I turned around, facing him, locking my eyes with his. A few seconds after staring into is golden-streaked green orbs, I took in his appearance. He was well built and obviously worked-out regularly. He was very attractive, no doubt whatsoever.

I put on a seductive smile and trailed my fingers up and down his buff hand in a repetitive motion while looking into him, trying to muster the best innocent face I could manage. "I'm sorry, I'm not really good at behaving around handsome guys like you," I said while I twirled a strand of hair, "I panic and start acting all weird." I gave myself a mental pat on the back at my believable act as I saw his eyes soften slightly. Continuing my little act, I said, "Now, can you please spare me my murderous curiosity and tell me your name?"

"Trent," he said automatically. "Well Trent, I'm sorry for disturbing you but maybe you can help me find my way downstairs? I'm lost as you can see," I said while I batted my eyelashes at him.

"Um, uh... s-sure," he stuttered. I giggled; his stuttering made him look super cute. He led us down the hall and soon enough the stairs came into view. I sighed in relief; this house was like a freaking maze.

The second I stepped into the huge hall, I was pulled into a warm embrace by a woman with short mousy brown hair. She was a few inches taller than me. She pulled back and looked at me, smiling affectionately. "Welcome," she said, "my name is Elena. I'm Christopher and Trent's mother." Trent and Christopher were brothers? Sure they had some similarities but you'd think they're relatives, no more.

Elena was a sweet-looking lady. Her hair reached her shoulders in crazy curls that framed her face perfectly. She had warm amber eyes and a constant friendly smile. She was nothing like my stepmother, quite the opposite actually.

"It's very nice to meet you," I said politely, "you have a lovely house, thank you for accepting me to stay here with you. I hope I'm no burden."

"Oh no, not at all," she assured me, "I've been dying for the day another girl would live in this household. I thought it would take until one of the boys would get married but I got lucky with you!" she said excitedly as she embraced me again.

Behind her shoulder, I could see two guys around the same age as I, beaming at me. They were identical in every single way, twins. They were both tall, with dirty blond hair and crystal blue eyes. They had a squared jawline and breath-taking, pearly white smiles. They even styled their hair in the same way, spiked to the back. The only way you could distinguish them was that one of them had glasses on while the other didn't.

"Hey, I'm Jordan," said the one with the glasses on, "and this is my twin, Dustin." Dustin waved at me with a small smile plastered on his face. I waved back, giving him a small smile of my own.

"Hello, it's very nice to meet you two. My name is Amelia. Are you guys' friends of Trent or Christopher?" Dustin laughed halfheartedly while shaking his head, "no silly, we're cousins. We live here along with the rest of the boys."