One morning Andy, a kook, wakes up and finds herself in a unfamiliar place. She finds herself entangled in a mystery, people are keeping things from her and she is determined to find out what. But what happens when she realizes that while uncovering...
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I winced as Rafe's harsh grip dug into my bicep, no doubt leaving a red rim where his fingers were snaked around my flesh. I had to quicken my pace in order to keep up with his determined strides— I looked up at him, only to see his stern expression and eyes glaring forward. He was dragging me through his elite family manor, it was so large it felt like a maze. In all truth, I was too scared to say anything or ask any questions— his violent demonstration of power left me stunned and petrified of making him angry again.
His fixed path had him trudging through the lavish halls however, while he was forcibly directing me, my side was ramming into various objects such as sharp corner tables, chairs, etc. I was slightly hunching due to the pain of the bruises that were forming on my stomach but Rafe did not seem to notice or care. "You know I can walk myself" I irritability said, my breath seeming to barely escape my lungs. Nothing, no reaction and no acknowledgment of my existence. "I promise," I shamefully begged, " I promise I won't run! Please"
My eyebrows arched in desperation as he stopped dead in his tracks. I panted in silence, just staring, waiting for his response— I did not know if he was going to be merciful or cross. His position was as still as a statue but he tilted his head slightly towards me. His eyeballs moved in his sockets, looking down on me with a grimacing scowl. Rafe let out a frustrated huff and released his tight grip on my arm. When I thought his heart had softened for a moment or he felt a little bit of pity for me, he placed his harsh hand on my back and forcibly shoved me forward. In a low tone Rafe commanded "Walk"
A cold shiver ran through my body as I submitted to his request. Though I was free from his physical grip, his blood curdling presence kept me captive. I skittishly followed him but if I even took a single step out of place, he would grab and push me forward. I was starting to calm down a bit, my heartbeat was still swift but not as rapid as before. I was trying my best to do everything Rafe commanded, like a dog on a leash, but then he stopped. My mouth went dry as I witnessed a set of stairs leading to the dark basement being revealed to me as he creaked open a door.
I panicky shook my head as I stared at him directly in the eyes, hoping he could see they were filled with anxiety. Rafes weight leaned against the open door, his arm lazily placed above his head—his body language pointed me to continue the path into the basement but I couldn't. I have never gotten along with basements ever since I was a child, I don't really know why. My parents always assured me that I would outgrow my fear as I got older— unfortunately that time has not come yet. I guess it's the feeling of being trapped in the dark and cold that scares me, on top of that I hate places without windows. Once he saw my feet glued to the ground, Rafe rolled his eyes with annoyance and let out a irritated huff, "Go"
Still I remained in my same stubborn stance, giving him the saddest and scared eyes I could muster. Of course that sociopath could care less and pushed me forward—if it weren't for the railing, I would have gone tumbling down the narrow stairwell. I turned my head to look back at the kook king one more time before gulping down my fears and started walking. Each step I took made a loud creaking sound in the old wooden stairs which only exaggerated the creepiness. The tightness in my chest began to flourish as the faint, familiar smell of mustiness filled my nostrils— another reason why I loathed basements.
