Crimson Tainted Sins

-chapter 1-

New house, new beginnings.

That's what they always say.

Though, for me, new house, new rules.

My parents have always been so very strict, and since we just moved into a new home... there are going to be some changes.

I always hated the way they treated me like a child. Not like I could ever remember being a child.

According to my parents, when I was seventeen, I hit my head pretty hard in an accident and suffered amnesia, I only have memory of my life from when I woke up in that hospital bed to now.

And now is apparently my dad yelling at me.

"Meadow- are you even listening to me?" I snap my head back towards the big hunk, sweat drips from his forehead, and his chest rises and falls quickly, I assume he's tired from carrying all of my boxes up the stairs and into my new room.

I blink a few times, trying to adjust to the lighting, my eyes seeing spots caused by the light coming from my window piercing them.

"Yes, dad. I was, I'm sorry I've been so dazed out today. I'm just not used to the new scenery." I brush off.

My parents have amazing jobs, despite their horrible personalities they are really successful and managed to move into one of the richest neighborhoods in Michigan.

You see, we moved from New York, an amazing place by the way. My parents said it was too 'sinful' to remain pure after they saw a man propose to another man in a posh restaurant.

And if that wasn't bad enough for them, after we left they allegedly saw a strip club that replaced an old bowling alley they went to as teenagers.

I'll never understand their view on things.

My eyes span across the semi-empty room, boxes everywhere and a bed with just a frame and mattress.

My mama led me out of my room by a hand on my waist, mumbling about making a good first appearance at our new church.

"Careful down the stairs, I don't want you to fall again. Go make yourself something to eat, you look pale." She patted my shoulder and walked back into my room with my dad.

This house is huge and I have absolutely no clue where to go to find the stairs. Hallways and many doors scattered the empty home.

I tried to remember where the stairs are, my memory is pretty foggy since the accident.

The accident... the accident I can't remember.

Sighing as I recalled where they were and walked down two hallways until I located them.

Being mindful of my steps I padded down them my hand sliding down the railing as I do so.

Frowning as I saw the seemingly never-ending stacks of boxes that were in the living room, the furniture already situated.

I heard there was an event going on near the office of our gated community, I was already planning on greeting our new neighbors so it just made things easier.

I just heard shuffling and bangs of a hammer upstairs, most likely my dad hanging up my paintings.

We decided not to let all of the workers get all the rooms furnished, just the heavy things they took care of.

I knew my parents wouldn't notice that I was gone so I decided to leave the house without a word.

Grabbing the keys off the counter I made my way to the front entrance, my sneakers squeaking against the tile.

I pulled on the handle for the large glass door and quietly closed it, not wanting to alert my parents.

Putting the fancy key in the lock that probably costs more than my phone, I turn it, locking the door before turning around.

The cold breeze hit my face, making me smile. I've always loved the outside, seeing all the little bugs and wildlife brought some sort of emotion into my numb heart.

I started my walk down the steps of the enormous house, looking at my surroundings before remembering which direction the office was.

Taking walks is almost like therapy to me, it gets my heart pumping and adrenaline going, making me feel more alive than dead.

My mother never liked how dull I was, always being careless as another was crying, I just... can't feel the empathy, putting myself in her shoes is something I don't have the ability to do.

Always feeling like a black sheep, I've gotten bullied for the scars I don't remember putting on my body, and the modest clothing I don't want to wear. I've never wanted to dress in white long skirts and shirts for church, I've always snuck in some darker colors, still something modest but edgier I would say.

I don't have a say in anything, I'm 21 but since my parents signed a contract agreeing to be my caretaker since I can't be left alone, 'it isn't safe' I got told. I hate getting treated like a child, I've never had a sip of alcohol, and as far as I know, I've seen photos of myself before I lost my memory and I seem much cooler, which my parents possibly couldn't like. Each time I ask what my life was like before, they either shrug me off or yell, I've never gotten answers.

Hearing grunting nearby I look towards the house across the street, they must've just moved in also, the move-in truck still in his or her driveway.

At the edge of the last step, I stared back at the source of the grunting, now trying to get my attention.

My eyes went wide as saucers and my body froze, my heart pounding.

Oh my...

A bloodied man nearly dragged himself into their grass, staining it, cuts and slashes all over his body.

"H-help..." he groaned, staring at me with the most desperate look in his eyes, like he's been in the desert for weeks and I'm a glass of water.

The man had no clothes on, his genitals on full display.

I was about to run out into the street before a man came running out of the glass doors of their home, stalking towards the man with a look of annoyance in his eyes.

I was halfway in the road while watching as the guy, also covered in blood, but with clothes on, grabbed under the man's arms, his bloodied body too weak to resist his grip.

Nearly about to scream, the guy with a mullet, looking near my age, stared back at me, his gaze meeting my fearful one.

"S-sir! let go of him." I needed to help this man, I didn't want serial killers to live across from us.

A smile drew itself across his face, a wicked one, slowly he brought his finger up to his mouth, letting me know one thing.

I needed to shut up and run hom.

Now.

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The first chapter, y'all. I hope you enjoyed it so far, pretty please don't forget to vote, it helps me a ton as an author. (unedited)