The wildflower Lilac

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lilacs pov:

it's been 3 days on bed rest and i'm going bonkers. i swear i cannot stand being in this room any longer. i have memorized every single thing about it. the only people i see are ethan and sam. but sam hasn't been really coming to see me. ethan says he's busy with my cousins business, they both have.

this morning i woke up extra early. 5am to be exact, i would love to say i am a morning person but i am not. which is why no one will suspect me out of my bed and roaming around the house. i planned on waking up early either way but i woke up from a night terror. the goal was 6 am but i gusse 5 will have to do.

i went into my bathroom, yea i have my OWN PRIVATE BATHROOM! ethan must have gotten my stuff from home because all my stuff is in this room. i don't think ethan knows that i know that all my stuff is here. i don't know why it's all here because ethan and i have a home, and it's not here. i tried to ask sam but he shut down the conversation before i could even ask.

after my shower i got dressed in some grey sweatpants and a black crop top. i let my hair air dry today and but on just my mascara. i throw on my white converse and make my way to the door.

to say i'm nervous is an understatement. ever sense the accident i don't want to leave my room. and being here in this new house with new people and not knowing where ethan or sam is, scares me to death. i have no idea the layout of the house or who's in it. for all i know there could be very very bad people in this house.

i gather all my courage i can scrape and remind myself who i am and the damage i can do. so what i don't have my beautiful glock or my knives, i have fought men twice my size in the ring. i just need to remember that. not everyone is.... fuck that thought.

out of impulse from the past thought i open the door. i look both ways to make sure no one is there. i slowly step out and try to decide which way of the hall do i want to take. there's just white walls and wood flooring in the hallway, some other doors i'm assuming belong to other people living in this house.

i decide to go right because it's... right? idk that's to much brain work. i walk as quietly down the hall as i can. i make it to the end and see another option, left or right? left? right? right.

i keep walking down the hallway, it's the extact same as the last one but as i get further and further down the hall i notice a stair case. so either i am on the second floor or i'm about to walk into a basement. i hoping for the first option, because walking into a random basement with the anxiety and adrenaline coursing through my veins is not okay.

i slowly make my way down the stairs. not making a sound, i'm gussing i've found the living room? okay this is fancy fancy.

a giant chandelier hangs in the center or the room, it's dark down here but the sun rise coming in through the windows helps see. there's 2 huge couch's, a love seat and a recliner. so a lot of people live here, fuck my life. i continue my tour and walk deeper into the living room. i see a gigantic tv and some gaming stuff, okay so boys live here? i don't see one thing of a girls... wait,

i look to my right and see a bright red thong inbetween the couch pillows, nasty. i srunch my fave up in disgust. i look around the room once more and notice a doorway and above it looks like a family portrait? it's of a mother, a father, 6 boys and a little girl, she was maybe a toddler like 2.  i didn't even give it a second glance as i make my way into the next room. which is what i was praying for- the kitchen.

the kitchen is bigger than my damn house but way smaller then the living room- dude am i in a mansion? hell no, me and ethan are way to poor for that.

i walk around the island in the middle of the room. to the right is a gigantic table that seats maybe 12 people. to the left is the good part. the place where the food is kept. i start opening cabinets. nothing. what the hell. as i was slowly making my way through the cabinets i hear someone coming.

my instincts kick in and i grab a knife from the knife holder thingy. i duck down, hiding behind the island. but if the mystery person is coming to get food like i was in fucked. i clutch the knife tighter and peak out of the side.

i see a man, maybe six foot, he had brown curly hair, he wore plaid pajama pants and no shirt. he was muscular. he looked like ethan a bit so i'm assuming he's one of my cousins, he isn't one i've met before and even if he was i don't trust him at all. i trust no one but sam and ethan. i have no reason to doubt them ever, they will always protect me.

the mystery guy looked like he just woke up by the way he was rubbing his eyes, unalarmed, which mean so have the advantage. he walks on the opposite side of the island that i'm behinde. if he just looked down he would see my tiny frame. i point the knife at him and don't breathe. he reaches to the top cabinet and grabs a coffee mug and sets it down. he turns on the coffee pot and just looks out the window.

i still haven't breathed and i'm dying for air. i slowly and as quiet and i can let out a breath. just as i released it he hears me- fucking ay bro.

he looks around the room to find the source of the sound. and that's when he's looking at the complete other direction i make my move.