House of Blood

Chapter Five.

I rolled onto my side, groaning at the cuts down my back and on my sides. I had stayed up for the entire rest of the night, Billy sitting up with me. He had fallen asleep around 3. 

I went downstairs where Michael was making coffee. He didn't even look over his shoulder before pulling his mask back on. Tex sat with his back turned to the stairs. He looked over. I wave, carefully, so I wouldn't open any wounds. "Come sit down, darlin'.. There's coffee but it's only 8, so no food yet." He said. I walked over and sat, wincing as the back of the chair touched the cuts. I had changed my shirt before coming down. Michael placed a hot cup of coffee on the table in front of me. "Thank you. " I said. Tex inspected me and must have noticed something off because he turned to me and asked "You alright? You look tired." I bit my lip and put down the coffee. "Well, last night I got attacked and refused to go back to sleep." I told him. Tex bristled. "If it was one of my brothers, I'll kill 'em.." He growled, turning to look at Nubbins who was sitting on the couch, doing nothing. "Ain't my fault the bitch got 'erself torn up." He replied. Tex looked at the stairs where Thomas was coming down. "Can you show me the cuts, darlin'?" Tex asked me. I pull up the side of my shirt where the bandage was, lifted the bandage. Tex winced. "It was Freddy." I explained.

 Thomas growled. Alfredo followed him down the stairs, tripped on the last one, and fell flat on his face. Michael turned back around, and I could tell he was trying not to laugh because his shoulders were shaking. "Fuckin' stairs!" Alfredo yelled, standing up. 

Freddy came downstairs, flipped me off, and sat at the other end of the table. "Hey, Kieran." Billy said, dragging a very sleepy Stu behind him. They sat on either side of me, Stu leaning on my shoulder. I smile, petting his hair softly. I passed my coffee to Billy. He nodded to me. "So when are we leaving..? If we left today, her wounds wouldn't be healed before Hannibal got a look at them..." Jason wrote on his notebook. Michael looked over, read it, and nodded. Billy went upstairs to pack our stuff up. Michael snapped his fingers for attention, pulled his pad of paper out of his pocket and took a pencil offered by Jason. "We should have our stuff out in the vans by noon." He wrote in cursive. Stu and I followed Billy upstairs to help pack up. Breakfast was being made by Michael, who was someone I trusted, so I had two pancakes with nothing on them. Hannibal called my phone. "Hey. What's up?" I ask. "Well, the Sinclairs found their rooms okay, but I don't know what to do with the doll..  Shut up, I'm on the phone." Hannibal replied, the last part directed to Chucky. He kicked the dog cage. "We'll be home by tomorrow." I said. He hung up. I put my phone back in my pocket. Michael looked over. I pulled my phone back out of my pocket then started mak8ng a group chat for us. Billy gave me his phone to find the separate phone numbers. I paused on the group chat name. After awhile, I finally gave up and left it as '???'  and texted the chat. 

Spirit: Hello. 

Hannibal: What is this?

Billy: A group chat.

Hannibal: I'll add the new people.

         -Unknown Number has been added.-

         -Unknown Number has been added.-

Unknown Number: Wtf is this?

Spirit: Who's this?

Unknown Number: Bo Sinclair. 

          -Unknown Number's name has been changed to Trucker Boy.-

Trucker Boy: WTF

Unknown Number: This is Vincent. 

       -Unknown Number's name has been changed to Vincent.-

Stu: Oh no not a group chat

Unknown Number: This is Norman. Why am I here.

      -Unknown Number's name has been changed to Norman.-

Trucker Boy: WHY THE FUCK DOES EVERYONE ELSE GET NORMAL FUCKING NAMES??

 put my phone back in my pocket and let Hannibal rename the numbers for the chat. Michael's phone kept buzzing as the group chat was edited and messages were sent through. He set it to silent and turned off the stove. Almost everyone had eaten, except him and Jason. They usually only ate dinner, after everyone was off doing other things. Jason never took his mask off except to eat alone in his room. Michael barely took his off. After breakfast, anyone who wasn't packed got their things together and I helped Michael carry things to the car. Tex had told Jason about the cuts, so Jason pulled Freddy off to the side.

By 1:30PM everyone was in the car and ready to leave. I put my headphones in and pressed play on my emo rock playlist. I was between Billy and Stu. Michael was driving, Freddy had to be separated from Jason, so he was sitting in the middle seats with Tex, who was coming back with us. Four boys had shown up and were riding with Jason. When we finally arrived home the next day, I met the new four plus the Sinclairs. I didn't wanna fuck with Chucky the second I just got home, so he'd have to wait. I stared at who appeared to be the leader, and finally figured out who he was. David. From The Lost Boys. "Take a picture, it'll last longer." He said. "Why would I want a picture of you? I'm looking at the actually cute one." I said and left them to figure that out. Bo looked me up and down. "You're more, uhh.. Masculine than I thought you would be." He said. I glare and squeeze his hand harder. He winced. "Crazy bitch.." I heard as I walked away. Vincent nervously took my hand. I was careful to be gentle. Then I went inside to talk to Chucky. "Bitch." He said, mad about being in his cage. "Oh, so you want me to put you with the Dream Demon?" He stopped. I glare, crossing my arms. 

"Dream Demon. I'm gonna guess that's the burnt ass creep." Chucky replied. "I'll let you out if you don't attack anyone." I told him. "I'm not gonna fuckin' beg." He told me. I look down at him, raising an eyebrow. "Who said I was gonna make you beg?" I replied and walked away.