Just Unexpected (Emblem3 Fan-fic)

Chapter 9

 Chapter 9

“Who would do something like this?” Wesley whispered as he took a cautious step into the trashed house. Everything was either flipped, thrown or smashed all throughout the apartment.

“Wes,” I warned, “Be careful. Who ever did this could still be here.”

If he heard me he gave no indication of it. Instead he continued to walk inside, checking everything and trying his best to not step on anything. When he disappeared into the living room I made my way up the stairs.

My heart was beating fast and adrenaline pumped through my veins. If someone was here, I would be ready. The pictures that had once been on walls were now on the carpeted floor, frames broken with glass everywhere. I silently thanked my luck for already having shoes on.

As I checked the bathroom, I saw that everything was destroyed in there too. Knocked over products littered the counter top and floor and the curtain of the shower had been ripped down. The doors to the sink had also been pulled off of it's hinges and thrown into the bath tub.

When my eyes met the shattered mirror I couldn't help but stare at my distorted reflection. Suddenly and with out warning the memory of looking into a similar mirror flashed through my head. Only this time my jaw had a purplish black mark on it and my lip had been split. Unconsciously I brought my hand up to touch the area on my jaw where the bruise had been so long ago.

Blinking hard I dug the memory back down. Now was not the time to have flashbacks.

Pushing myself away from the mirror using the sink, I exited the bathroom and passed the room that had been used to store books. A quick glance inside showed me that books were ripped and thrown through out the room. Oh man, my room was probably just as screwed up as the rest of the house. With the whole house being a complete disaster it would only be right to expect my room to be the same.

Making my way there I prepared myself for the worst.

The door was shut and when I opened it I had already started to cringe. But what I saw made my eyes go wide.

Everything had been the exact same way I left it. The bed was neatly made, the decorations were just where they had always been and the few articles of clothing were still right where I left them.

What the hell is going on?

Focusing on the room, I didn't register the sound of Wesley coming up the stairs towards me so when he spoke I slightly jumped.

“Dude, everything's tras-” he looked into my room, “except for this room.”

I took a step inside and looked over everything. Anything valuable, I checked to see of they were still there and I scanned the room one more time to make sure nothing was touched. To my complete confusion, everything was fine.

“They didn't take anything...” I said out loud to myself more than I did to Wesley.

“From what I can tell nothing's been stolen any where else either.” Wes chimed in as he looked out the window.

This seriously makes no sense. Who the hell breaks into a house just to trash it? Maybe a bunch of rebellious teenagers? No, this is a good neighborhood. The chances of something like that happening is too unlikely. And if someone wanted to steal something than something would be missing and the house wouldn't be so upside down. It was obvious who ever did this did it out of anger.

Wesley let out a deep sigh before running a hand through his hair.

“You call Tori,” he said, “I'll call the cops.”