Through The Woods

Chapter 1

A/N - HARPERRRR<3 

P.S - TW/ this chapter contains glass, blood and something a bit scary towards the end. 

I hope you all enjoy!!- Zellani<3

Harper's POV

When we got to the house, it had already been 2 full days. Natalia couldn't wait to get out of the car, since her black ass wouldn't stop complaining. She would constantly comment on how hot it was, dramatically put her hand on her forehead and make statements like, 

"I'm going to fucking melt into this car seat," or something along those lines. Sometimes, I start to think she was slowly losing it. I honestly couldn't disagree, she was right.

We stopped at a few different gas stations a couple of times to get some food. Every time we did, Angie's black ass decided that we indeed needed to buy the whole goddamn store. Every. Single. Fucking. Time.

I couldn't really blame my mom for her drama filled behavior; it was hot as fuck and my ass started to hurt from always sitting in the same position. The weather was not it, so for most of the ride, I was on my phone, constantly trying to ignore the scorching heat.

Every 5 hours we decided to switch drivers so the one before could sleep. Angie begged my mom to let me drive but knowing her she wasn't going to budge. She bribed her with food, and she finally decided to let me drive. 

Even though I didn't have my license, I wasn't a complete dumbass or that's what I thought, until I almost crashed into the back of some 'middle-aged white guy's' car, and he yelled at me to, 'get off the fucking road' or he was going to beat my ass. What's wrong with people wanting to beat my ass this week, man.

Anyways, that's really the only thing that was remotely interesting on that trip. Nothing else really piqued my interest on the way here. The city is way bigger though. That scrawny old, rat-infested town has nothing on this great gift from God.

Unpacking boxes from the moving truck was a bitch. That alone took another day to complete because old woman Natalia wanted it done immediately. I told her no and she chased me around the house with her belt which gave me a chance to see the backyard. It was really nice to say the lease, but I mean it also saved me for the ass beating of a lifetime when I jumped into the pool we had out back.

Natty-Watty didn't want to get wet, so she just left me there and told me to sleep out there if she came back downstairs and I didn't start packing shit out. I decided to chill out there for a while just to mess with my mommy.

I heard rustling from the bushes and that was the fastest I ever moved in my 18 years of living. Looking at the woods gave me the fucking creeps. I swear I saw someone look at me. I personally wouldn't turn my back to it, but that's just me. It gave off that horror movie vibe and I did not want to be the first victim of any monster or serial killer.

I open the first box and took out this really ugly vase my mom bought when I was 5. I hated the thing, it was horrid to look at. I think it gave me 10 years of bad luck, but maybe I'm just being an ass.

"Why does she still have this shit, I swear I broke it a while ago," I thought out loud. Well, I guess I was wrong.

"You said what?" a voice started, making me actually breaking it. I backed up, about to fall but caught myself before the event actual occurred. I looked up to see, Angie, looking back at me with an amused look on her face. I decided to be more of a fucking asshole,

"Mom! Angie broke your fucking vase," I screamed so loud I think the house shook. I pointed an accusing finger at her as my mommy dearest stomped down the stairs with the deadliest look known to man on her face and stood there is eerie silence.  

"I told you two to unpack, not to destroy the fucking house!" She yelled after a few seconds of just standing there. She's been really snappy for the past few weeks, and I don't know why. She won't talk to us about it or anyone really for that matter. It's really weird because she isn't like this at all. I think it's my fault, why? Well, because of what my stupid black ass just did.

"Mom, I'm sorry," I said, wearily and stepped forward a bit, forgetting that there were glass shards in front of me. Told you I was a dumbass.

They impaled my foot almost immediately and a heap of pain flooded through the bottom of my bare foot. It hurt like a fucking bitch. It was like one of those scenes you see in cliche movies where someone gets the fuck slapped out of them and it leaves them with a handprint that doesn't go away for a while. 

"Oh shit!" I spat out, raising my leg off the floor and struggled hold myself up. My mom and Angie ran to my side and helped me over to the couch they moved in earlier. My mom stalked over to one of the bags on the counter. She took out a pair of gloves and quickly slipped them on. Then some tweezers and ran them under some hot water. A few seconds later she dived back into the bag, pulling out a bottle of alcohol and some gauze. She was a nurse, always had her shit when needed and I was grateful for that. What can I say, Angie and I were pretty lucky or well, usually?

She rushed back over, knelt down in front of me and started carefully picking the tiny pieces of glass out. It did hurt a lot, but I decided to stay put and quit causing trouble for the day. I look over to Angie to find her sweeping the glass up and mumbling incoherent words under her breath. I let my eyes wonder to take my mind off the pain, but I failed to notice the figure moving in the bushes of the woods in my backyard. How its eyes flashed red, how its fangs popped out and how it stared at me though my bedroom window as I slept and waited for the morning rise. The way its arms flexed as it fondled with its thumbs, thinking about doing so many unspeakable things to me, my body and even worse things to the boy who lived next boy.