Gaurdian angel

Friend or foe?

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Catherine Catejo Christian

The wind howls pushing the house to the side forcing it to lean with us in it. Noah had left to get some firewood leaving me by myself in this creepy run down place. When he gets back I’m going to kill him and then let my brother have him. The only good side to being alone is I can talk to Lucas without someone here to call me crazy. His voice floats across my mind not the least bit affected by our surroundings.

“Told you not to trust him.”

“You know what Lucas shut up just shut up I’m sick and tired of you hating on Noah. He has been nothing but sweet and kind since I’ve met him but you can’t look past the fact that he may take your place.” It gets deathly quiet even the wind stops.

“You’ve met him before. I’ve met him before. He’s lying to you Jessie. He’s not who he says he is.” Lucas doesn’t seem to be putting any effect into his voice and it slowly fades away. The wind picks back up and the night seems to close in around me. I instantly start to regret everything I’ve said. All of my fears are coming to haunt me. Being alone, the dark, no one to help, now all we need to add is a psycho murderer from my past. The door down stares flies open and my heart leaps.

“Noah…. Is that you?” After I speak I realize my mistake. Its classic horror girl movie moment. They always shout down the stair like they expect the killer to yell back up “Yep I’m in the kitchen you want a sandwich?” My breath starts to come out in pants as my past starts to creep up on me.

“Yea babe it’s just me.” I don’t know if it’s my near miss of a heart attack or if my ears are just playing tricks on me but he sounds different. The stairs creak as he starts to walk up them. I try to tell myself that I’m overreacting but every bit inside me is screaming to run. The door slowly swings open and the light glints off of something just outside my line of vision. Noah walks into the room with a smile. Somehow his smile seems off. I don’t know if it’s because I don’t have the backup of my brother or what but his warnings are starting to get to me.

“Hey babe what’s wrong? Did something happen when I was gone?” His face holds just the right amount of concern but I had just one question. He was gone for over an hour to get fire wood. However there is no fire downstairs and he doesn’t have any wood in his hands so where was he? “Noah…. Where’s the fire wood?” If I wasn’t watching I wouldn’t have noticed how his face slightly hardened when I called him out.

“What are you talking about Jessie?” He gives a smirk but it isn’t the one I’m used to, this one has a cruel edge to it and it scares me.

“The wood Jessie, you know the one thing you left to get an hour ago.” By the end my voice is as loud as it can get without yelling. He just laughs and the laugh causes me to flinch.

“Maybe you actually have a brain in that pretty little head of yours kitten.” I edge back at the nickname that was awarded to me that two weeks I spent in captivity. My eyes fly to the door as more footsteps shoot up the stairs.

“Ha ha Where’s the pretty little kitty cat.” My eyes grow so big I’m surprised they don’t fall out of my head. This is the one voice that haunts my memory and my dreams since I was ten. The one reason my twin is now six feet in the ground in some ditch somewhere, Alexander Daniels. I push myself as far back into the corner as my petite frame will go.

“Get away from me.” Silent tears stream down my face as I get flashbacks from the first time I was taken. Two big burly men flank there weasel like boss.

“Good job son for I while there I was worried about you. I remember you had convinced yourself you were in love with her the first time we took her and her little punk brother. But you really proved yourself this time. Good job.” Alexander pats Noah on the back and that’s when I remember him. Lucas was right we did know him. He was there when we were taken. He brought us food and took us to his dad. He has absolutely changed. He doesn’t even look like he did eleven years ago. No even I’ve changed that much and I’ve flipped one hundred and eighty degrees.

“Noah how could you do this to me? To us?” Somehow through all the tears I’m able to keep my voice from choking.

“I’m sorry Jessie but I had to.” I laugh but its cold enough to make all the men in the room flinch. “Whatever, at least now I know why you insisted we go to this trash heap.” I turn my back on them knowing I’m not getting out of here alive anyway. The first time was a mistake one they will not make again. I curl up in a ball in the corner of the room begging for sleep and when it finally graces me with its presence my last thought is Lucas was right. Damn.