House of Blood

Chapter Four.

I dressed and left Michael's room, running my fingers through my hair. I closed the door behind me and ran into Thomas. He growled. I stare. "Hi. Did you need something..?" I ask and try to step back. I bumped into the door. He grabbed my arm and started to lead me away. I struggle against his strong grip. He looked down at me and paused. Then shook his head, throwing me over his shoulder. "Let me go!" I tell him. He gave a low chuckle. "HEY! Where are you going with my BITCH!?"Freddy asked from the stairs. Thomas put me down, roughly, gave Freddy a dirty look out of the corner of his eye, and walked away. "I'm not your bitch." I told him. "What, I don't get a thank you?" He asked. I growl at him. he grabbed my arm with his non-gloved hand. "Come on.."He tried. I kicked him in the nuts and went out to the deck where Billy and Stu were arguing about something. "What happened?" I ask. "He says that knives are better than guns-" Stu said. "Yeah, cause they're easier! And, if you shot someone, there's barely a chance they can get awa-" Billy replied. "Yeah well, if you stabbed someone, there's less chance to have to kill anyone else because nobody hears it!" "BOTH are fine. Both work well, in the right hands. Okay?" I said, breaking up the argument. 

Jason looked over. I wave to him, where he was standing by the forest edge. He waved back. I wince. Blood stained my side, I had just noticed. The sudden movement had pulled open a cut. Freddy's razor glove had torn my shirt, leaving four long horizontal cuts on my side. Stu looked at it. "Oh my God, what happened?" He asked. "Something I will regret later." I sigh. "Oh, shit. Those are from Freddy?" Billy asked, kneeling to check out the cuts. I push him lightly. "I'm fine." I told him. "Says the girl with blood on her. Are you trying to get tetanus from his rusty, disease-spreading nasty ass claws?" He replied. I laugh, then press a hand to my side. "Ugh. Okay.." I surrendered. he gently lifted the edge of my shirt. Jason had gone back to whatever he was doing before. I watched Billy. Stu was standing beside me. "Alright.. Stu, go check the car for bandages.. They're in the bag still left in the trunk." Billy said, waving  Stu away. He ran off to the car. I wince as Billy used the edge of my shirt to clean the cuts a little. It did t work very well. Tex had seen and brought out a towel. "That looks painful. What happened?" He asked. "Freddy." I told him, not elaborating. He raised an eyebrow, but backed off. I winced as Billy wrapped the bandage Stu had brought around my side. 

He stood up, blood on his hands and a few little stains on his shirt. "Blood on the white shirt..." I sighed. He licked blood off his finger, smiling at me. "It's fine. I don't mind it." He said. He led me back inside, Freddy still sitting on the stairs complaining. I tried not to laugh, keeping my head down. 

Later that night, I was stuck in a dream. I couldn't wake up. There were pipes on the walls, steam everywhere. I tried to force myself awake. "Fuck is this.."I ask myself. "Don't you know, bitch?" Freddy asked me, appearing in front of me. I fell backwards onto one of the pipes and screamed in pain. The cuts had come back open, bleeding. He laughed. I got up, glared at him, and ran the other way. I was not dying. Not tonight. Not tomorrow. He appeared in front of me. "You never thanked me for saving your ass." He told me. "Get over here!" He said as I turned left and kept running. Something raked down my back. "FUCK." Freddy yelled as he tripped. I started panting, but kept running. The steam was thick. My side and my back hurt. I woke suddenly, my face stinging. Stu's hand covered his mouth as he stepped back. I touched my face. "Did you.. Slap me?" I ask. He nodded slightly. Billy stood on the other side of the bed. "Thank you!" I said and hugged him. "What the fuck?" Billy said. Stu pulled his hands away. They were covered in blood. I stare. Billy turned on the light. Stu looked down at his bloody hands. 

"Freddy." I said, sighing. Stu went to get something to clean up the blood. Billy looked at the cuts. I was bent over the bed, my head on my arms. I felt his hand slide down my shirt. I blushed. He stopped when Stu came back in. "No, soak it in water." Billy told him. Stu turned to do so and Billy's hand went down into my shorts, rubbing my clit. I bit my tongue, trying not to whimper. He started rocking his hips into my backside. "Good girl.." He told me, when I didn't moan. Stu came back and Billy stopped. I whimpered quietly when I felt him rubbing against my ass again when he bent over my back to clean the cuts out. "Bandages, Stu." He said. Stu went back to the bag in the bathroom to get them. Billy dried the long scratches off gently with the edge of his shirt.  I sat down on the edge of the bed once the bandages were properly on. "Tell Michael. Jason. Tell them. They can make Freddy stop bothering you." Billy said, putting his arm around my shoulder, hugging me. I groan. Or I could just not sleep. Wait to leave.. I assume we'll leave soon?" I ask. Stu got down on his knees beside the bed, between my legs. 

"Stu.. What are you doing?" I ask, smiling down at him. He pulled at the edge of my shorts, pulling them off. His tongue and fingers went to work, pumping in and out. I wrapped my legs around his head, pulling him closer. Billy grabbed my head, pulling my hair and kissing me, his tongue roaming my mouth. I moaned, Billy's hand up my shirt, massaging my breast. "Fuck..~" I said when Bully pulled his lips away from mine. "Yeah..?" Stu asked, wiping his mouth, his shirt already coming off. His pants came off and he forced into me, holding my sides and ramming into me. I moaned when he bit my neck. Billy went on his phone and started scrolling through youtube. "God..~" I panted out, Stu leaving hickeys on my neck, pulling my hair to expose my neck to him. 

"For fuck's sake. You three are loud. Shut up or I'll send you outside." Tex said, banging open the door.