Devil's Prey

{chapter 4, part 2} - Window

"Huh..." Sapnap groaned. He felt his eyes flutter open. He lifted his hands above his face, staring at his shaking fingers. He could hardly recall last night. All he did know was that he went to a party, potentially got laced, and soon enough, his nightmare came true. It was something he had been afraid of since he was a kid. He was taught about it by his older schoolmates in elementary school. It was a topic that horrified him, making him hate walking out in the streets late at night. But a simple high school party didn't stop him from ignoring the curfew set in place in Orlando.

He sighed as he rubbed his eyes. "How can I be so stupid? Why didn't I find somewhere to sit after losing George?" he thought. Multiple possibilities were running through his head, things he could've done to avoid talking to those boys. Sure, he wanted the high school experience. But if he knew it would've happened, he wouldn't have interacted with that group of boys. "Wait... how am I home?!" he exclaimed, sitting up quickly.

He tried to recall the last moments of the other night before he blacked out. What was he doing? "God... why am I so stupid?! Why can't I remember?" he thought, gripping handfuls of hair in his hands as he rocked back and forth on his bed. "Oh! That's right—" he remembered. The Smiling Man found him while walking on the sidewalk a few minutes after pushing away Punz. Sapnap regretted disregarding the blonde's offer to help him. "He... brought me home," he said. His head began to hurt as he let go of his hair, realizing that a killer had taken him home. "How the hell does he know where I live?"

"First, watch your language. Second, how does who know where you live?" Abigail asked as she opened the door, leaning against the doorframe with her arms crossed. She had a stern look, which meant Sapnap was about to get a "talk" of the century. "Oh God, help me."

"Sorry, Mom... and it's nothing. Sam brought me home. I didn't remember I gave him our address," he quickly lied. Abigail hummed, approaching the edge of Sap's bed. "Why didn't he come in and say hello?" she asked.

Sapnap shrugged, "He was probably in a hurry to get home. We stayed out late."

She nodded, "Okay, then. Breakfast is downstairs; eat and wash up. Liam has invited us out to dinner! He mentioned he had a niece that's sixteen. He's recommending you to her!"

Sapnap's eyes widened. "What?"

Abigail smiled, "Yes! Oh, you might get yourself a girlfriend!"

The raven looked down at his arms and body. He thought for a moment. "How does she think this is anywhere near straight?" he asked his head. He sighed, nodding his head to give his mother the satisfaction. "I'll be downstairs in a bit."

Abigail whispered okay before standing up and closing the door as she left the room. Sapnap sighed as he pinched the bridge of his nose. The raven couldn't believe what escaped his mother's mouth. He'd have to be ill to get a girlfriend. "Ugh..." he groaned, getting out of bed.

—

"Hey!" George smiled as he wrapped his arms around Sapnap. The raven giggled, smiling as he accepted the tight hug from the Brit. "Hey, Sam!" the boy smiled, going on his tiptoes to reach the tall teen. Sam chuckled as he leaned down, hugging the raven. "So, what are we going to do?" Sam asked, closing the door behind him.

Sapnap shrugged as he approached the fridge, opening the freezer. "I don't know... but I have all these buckets of ice cream that I was going to eat. But I don't know who to eat them with," he playfully said. He pulled out multiple buckets of chocolate chip ice cream. George and Sam's eyes widened, their mouths watering as they stared at the sweet, delicious, cold dessert.

"US!" George yelled, running to the buckets and grabbing two for himself. Sam followed, snatching the two that Sapnap held. The raven smiled as he grabbed his own and followed his friends upstairs. "Turn on the TV!" he said, knowing his friends were already sitting on his bed.

"Alright, hurry up!" Sam exclaimed. Sapnap sighed as he entered his room, watching as they both stared at their ice creams with a frown. "We don't have spoons," George said. Sapnap shook his head, pulling out the spoons from his pocket. "I knew you guys forgot them. Here!" he said, handing his friends each a spoon.

Sapnap sat down between Sam and George, sticking his spoon into one of the buckets of ice cream. The trio sat there watching a show on the TV screen, eating away at their dessert. After they made it through one full bucket each, they returned the other bucket to the freezer before their stomachs exploded from ice cream overload. Sapnap sighed as he looked out the window, resting his head in his hands. George sat on the corner of the raven's bed, fiddling with his thumbs as he thought. Sam was leaning against the wall, feeling pressure in his chest as he wanted to speak. "So... where were you last night?" Sam asked.

The raven felt his breath hitch. "After you left with Punz... George and I went upstairs, but I lost him in the crowd," he said.

"He told me that. He said he was looking for you for twenty minutes before finding me," he said.

Sapnap shrugged, "I was just looking around, trying to find a place to chill."

George chuckled, "Sure... explain why Jake, the host, came up to us with his friends and started talking about you." Sap's eyes widened. He turned to look at his friends, "What?"

Sam nodded, "He told us that you got drunk and followed him upstairs. That you had, you know, with the whole group."

Sapnap scoffed. He felt tears well up in his eyes. "Are you kidding me? I asked for a drink, but they put something in it. I know it! I got messed up. I didn't know what I was doing. I followed him upstairs because he said he'd sober me up. But then he locked me in his room with himself and his friends, and they—they did things to me. I never agreed to it!"

Sam gasped. "Oh my God. Sapnap, I'm so sorry, I didn't know—"

"It's okay. Nobody knows besides Punz. He found me outside when I ran out," he said. George shook his head as he stood up, approaching the raven. "Are you okay? We'll talk to them if you want. We'll make sure they don't come near you!"

Sapnap shook his head, "No! It'll make things worse if you talk to them. I'll avoid them. There's also one more thing." He sighed as he turned back to the window, staring at the lonely street. He looked at the corner of the window, catching a glimpse of a silhouette near the next-door house. He could've sworn it was someone hiding. "What is it?" Sam asked.

"Did they say something?" George asked.

He shook his head. "The uh... the Smiling Man found me. He brought me home."

Sam laughed, "If he found you, I doubt he would've brought you back. Maybe it was someone else."

George nodded, "He's nothing but a stone-cold killer." Sapnap turned to look at the two, catching a slight hesitation in the Brit's eyes. "Right... it must've been someone else." George let his shoulders fall slowly. Sapnap pretended not to notice. Instead, he looked back out the window. "I know it was..." he thought. Now, he knew he was getting spied on through his window. But he didn't know whether it was a check-up from the Smiling Man or if he was becoming the killer's new target. He just hoped it wasn't the last one.

To Be Continued. シ