The Secret

Chapter 5: Chaos

We all stared at the tray of sandwiches. Could the drinks really have been poisoned? How did they know we would all drink? Was the water also poisoned? Or maybe it was the only thing that was poisoned since Harry was the only one that drank it, and the only one acting insane. We all hesitated, unsure what to do next. I was hesitant, mumbling "This can't be real, can it?" Everyone was still, checking their glasses to see if there was any signs or tampering.

Harry crashed across the table, grabbing the first sandwich in sight. He scarfed it down; I was unsure if he even chewed. He looked like a wild animal, foaming at the mouth. He grabbed another but Zayn was fast enough to smack it out of his hand. "You need to fucking relax Harry. We need to figure out what the fuck is going on here." Harry scooted his back against the couch taking a deep breath. "Listen, Harry was drinking first so he's obviously going to show signs first. He was also the only one drinking water, so that could be the issue as well. Louis and I were the second ones drinking, we didn't have water. So, let's just sit here for a minute to see if it's true."

Niall looked at Zayn with disgust in his eyes, he scolded "Who fucking made you in charge. Why should we listen to you. You're the one who got Liam addicted to coke. Why the fuck should we even trust you?"

Zayn was enraged and shouted, "I don't know who the fuck you're talking to." Shoving Niall making him trip over Harry. I began to worry on what was happening. One of us was possibly going to die. Zayn reached down grabbing a sandwich, shoving it into his mouth. His mouth full He managed the words "Fuck you Niall" Flipping him off and walking to the chair in front of the fireplace. Kicking his feet up onto the coffee table.

Niall reached down grabbing two more giving one to Georgia, "I love you." He whispered as he ate his sandwich. Staring at her like she was the only person left in the world.

Georgia tears filling her eyes choked up the words "I love you too." And ate hers without a single thought of remorse.

There was one more, it was down to Louis and me. Louis looked at me, fear in his eyes. His lips were trembling, like he wanted to speak. My mind was clear, it was me or him. There could only be one survivor, and I wasn't about to die today. There were knives sitting next to the condiments sitting on the tray. They may be butter knives, but they could still do damage with their serrated edges.

Silence filled the room. It was deafening. Sweat beamed down my face as we stared, neither of us moving a muscle. Everyone around us backed away, they knew that one of us was going to walk away alive. It was like watching two lions fight for the last gazelle. We were two gladiators fighting to see the next light of day.

Faster than I could ever imagine, Louis reached as I grabbed the knife swiping at his hand. It scraped against the metallic tray, leaving a small mark. Louis backed his hand away, looking at the knives that were left. He reached, I swiped again missing, but he didn't stop. He wasn't going for the knife or the sandwich. He grabbed the closest glass, that was left on the table from Harry before he threw himself at the tray. Snatching it, he threw the liquid in my face.

The burning, the sensation I will never forget. It felt like fire from Hell itself engulfed my face. Satan himself had blessed me with his presence and kissed both of my eyes with his love. I screamed at the top of my lungs, it echoed of the walls. I swiped freely at the air. I couldn't open my eyes. The air made the sensation worse. I kept swiping, connecting with something. A male grunted.

I paused. Listening for any type of movement. Trying to remember where everyone was before my eyes went dark. I could hear two people breathing together, they were scared. It had to be Niall and Georgia. I heard a faint snoring to my right below me, it had to be Harry passed out on the floor.

I listed, hearing the silence in the room. A faint creak. I snapped my head to my left. He was getting close. He was going to kill me, just to live. He was going to kill me, and we didn't even know if the drinks were poisoned.

Another creak to my left, getting closer.

I tried opening my eyes again but was gifted with more burning. Tears filled my eyes as I tried to stay calm. My heart was in my throat. I told myself I had to stay calm. Why was no one helping me. This was an unfair fight. I was blind. I was helpless. An injured prey being hunted by a deadly predator.

Another creak. I swiped at the air connecting with nothing. Still listening, trying not to touch my eyes. My face was hot, the odor of alcohol stuffed my nose. I heard a creak across the coffee table.

I dove.

Tackling someone into the couch, flipping it over, bringing us with it to the ground; I began thrashing my arms at anything I could connect with. My left hand in a first, the other was the knife. I swiped and punched. Connecting with a face and the ground. My hands throbbed at every blow.

A first connected with the right side of my jaw. Knocking my head to the left. Warm liquid filled my mouth as I spit to the side. Still thrashing at everything. Hot blood began covering my hands. Whoever I was fighting began to swing erratically back at me. Hitting my arms and stomach. Every punch took my breath away. They were stronger than me, how was I winning.

The knife slipped, flying away. I heard it clinking on the wooden floor, landing near the fireplace to my right. That was the best weapon I had, and biggest advantage in this fight. I was still thrashing when someone pulled me up. They moved me with such ease, like I weighed nothing. Pulling me away sliding me across the floor.

I kept thrashing till I was dropped on the floor. I curled up in a ball, expecting to be ganged up on. It was me against four best friends, there was no way for me to win, and no way to escape.

Soft hands cupped my face as I jerked my head away, an angelic voice filled my ears. "Harley" I kept trying to get my head away. "Harley! Look at me!" They were firm in their words but in a caring way. A cold wet sensation touched my face causing me to jerk. "Shh, it's okay. It's over. I've got you." As each stroke wiped my face with a cold wet cloth. The burning sensation slowly fading away my sight began to recover.

I looked over and saw Zayn. Beating Louis.

Blood was flying everywhere. Splattering across the floor. The firelight shimmered off each droplet. I gasped. Zayn was beating his best friend to death. Once Louis body stopped twitching with each blow, Zayn stood up and faced me. Blood covering his snow-white shirt. He looked exhausted and took a deep breath and flipped the couch back up right, flopping down. His deep voice cut through the silence "Eat your damn sandwich."

Georgia pulled her hand away reaching for the tray and pulling the sandwich away. Holding it up to my mouth I began to eat. It was a chicken salad sandwich. My favorite sandwich filling. I swallowed each bite, enjoying every bit like it was my last. My blood began to feel like I had ice in my veins. A calming sensation wiped over me, and for the first time all day I took a sigh of relief.