The Hills (Horror Fiction)

Chapter 8

Carlos: Where the fuck are they? It's past midnight and I'm starting to worry.

Sabrina: Since when have you started worrying about other people?

Carlos: Last night after I fucked your dead nan!

Sabrina: Who invited him?

Carlos: Oh you want to start some beef?

Ivy: Can you guys stop arguing? Emma and Emily are still lost and you two getting into a fight won't make this any e-

"YAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

Ivy jumps from the sofa.

Carlos: The fuck was that?

Bryan: Something your bitch ass would be scared of.

Carlos: Man, shut the fuck up. The only reason we invited you was so your Mexican ass could clean this whole trash of a place up. You weren't even man enough to go with Emily to find who was making that shitty noise.

Bryan: Why the fuck are you taking everything so seriously? It was just a joke. Calm down.

Carlos: Man fuck this shit. I'll be back.

Carlos shoves Bryan to the sofa, and he heads out.

Michael: What are we going to do with him? His anger issues are not helping with this whole situation. Why did you guys invite him anyways?

Sabrina: Exactly what I said.

Naji: We should kick him out.

Ivy: Are you crazy? He's going to freeze his ass out there. And plus, he's the only one who knows how to work a gun.

Bryan: I know how to work a gun, too.

Jan: Call of Duty doesn't count, though.

Bryan: Haha, funny.

Ruthie: Can we just decide? I really don't want any South Americans here.

Michael: What about Emily? She's from Ecuador.

Ruthie: You know what I meant.

Ivy: I insist we keep him in.

Bryan: Oo big words!

Naji: Well, can we decide now before he comes back in?

Michael: I could use an extra room.

Ivy: So what? You're just going to kick him out like that?

Michael: I don't want to. But it's the best decision.

Ivy: What if the thing finds him and kills him? Wouldn't that get you worried?

Michael: He's got it. He's a big guy.

The door slams open. Carlos walks in.

Michael: Bro, we need to talk.

Carlos: The fuck do you want?

Ruthie: We're kicking you out. Jean said it was best.

Carlos: Really bro?

Michael: I'm sorry it had to be done.

Carlos: 10 years. 10 fucking years of our friendship all down the drain.

Michael: I'm sorry. I d-

Carlos: Fuck you. I'm leaving. You're going to regret this.

Carlos heads upstairs and grabs his stuff and puts it all in his trunk. He starts his engine and drives off.

Michael: He's a fucking psycho. I don't think he has directions to head home.

Bryan: Finally. Got tired of him raging about that damn game.

Sabrina: Don't you play that game too?

Bryan: Yeah, but I don't rage like him.

Naji: Shouldn't we go look for Emily and Emmanuel?

Jan: I don't think that's a good idea.

Bryan: Since when did you start getting ideas?

Jan: Since I fucked your bitch, bitch.

Sabrina: Not even once. I will never leave Bryan for you.

Jan: Joking, joking.

Michael: Well, what do we do now?