Worst Nightmare (A Calum Hood Fanfic)

Chapter 12: Discoveries Pt I

Discoveries Pt I:

They arrived at Katelyn's place and climbed out of the car. She locked it up and started up the paved walkway towards the door.

Calum followed her. "So this is where you live now, eh?" His eyes scanned the immaculate lawn.

Katelyn pointed to the one foot wide cement walkway. "Make sure that you walk on the path and not the grass."

Calum scoffed and stared at her like she was nuts. "It's just grass."

She released a heavy sigh. "Just do as I said."

Calum rolled his eyes. "Yes mother," he muttered beneath his breath. He stomped over to the paved path and followed her, glaring holes into her back. 'What's the deal anyways? It's just stupid grass....' He used one foot to deliberately stomp the grass and rubbed it flat, before smirking and walking behind her on the path again.

Devin's mouth tilted at one corner as he watched them. 'They argue just like an old married couple.'

Coming up to the porch, Katelyn's eyes widened at the sight of her door opened an inch and she stopped dead in her tracks.

A strange tingly sensation started in the pit of her stomach and worked its way up to her chest, starting faint and then growing until she felt like she would jump out of her skin.

Her heart started racing.

She began to feel edgy. Her hand went to the small of her back and closed around cold steel. She pulled out her weapon out, slid the safety off and aimed towards the opened door.

Calum noticed Katelyn stop. His eyes widened as he saw her take out a gun and aim at her house.

His ears strained to catch any unusual sounds, while his hand automatically slid to the small of his back, pulling out his Desert Eagle Mark XIX, .50 AE.

Devin's eyes widened. 'Shit, this can't be good. He pulled out his gun.' He slowly followed them being as quiet as he could.

Katelyn edged to the side of her door and pressed her back flat against the wall. She held the gun in her hands up by her face and inhaled a deep breath.

Calum mimicked her move on the other side of the door and followed her lead.

Katelyn pivoted to face the door, using one leg to kick it open and pointed her gun directly in front of her at chest level. At the same time, her foot landed solid on the floor, putting her in a wide horse stance. Her eyes quickly scanned the room and widened.

She used her hand to reach for the light switch and flipped it up. Light spilled into the room brightening it and she gasped.

Calum followed behind her, ending in a horse stance and aimed his gun into the room. His jaw dropped as his eyes scanned the room.

The couch cushions had been cut with a knife and the stuffing was everywhere. All of her books and DVD cases were tossed around to land whenever. The TV was smashed with the screen totally caved in. Her children's tapes were trashed beyond saving and strew around the floor.

She strained her ears for any indication that who did this was still there. Finding only silence, she slid the safety back in place and slipped her gun into her pants.

She moved on shaky legs towards the kitchen. Broken glass littered the floors. The kitchen draws had been dumped onto the floor upside down. Her pots, silverware, and the contents of the rest of the draws and cabinets; including irreplaceable keepsakes, had been tossed haphazardly around the room. Broken dishes were everywhere.