New Enemy or Old Lover (Final book in the "Love or Lust" trilogy)

Chapter 6:

The night sky was as black as could be, with small specks of light that came from the stars that hung up above. I walked the lonely road, dodging street lights in fear of police as I continued to my house. I walked for blocks on end, finding familiar houses as I began to approach the house closer and closer each step, just waiting to be home.

My feet stopped at the edge of the lawn, anxiously looking at it. Here it was, the home I grew up in. The home I knew and loved. The home I missed incredibly. My lips formed a smile as I rocked on my heels, taking in the sight I once missed days ago. I took in all the beauties of the old home. From the white paint that chipped at a few spots along the outside walls, to the old rickety porch that held a small swing hanging from the ceiling of it. It shared memories I treasured so much, and gave me small butterflies that fluttered inside of my stomach.

But my smile soon dropped as my eyes caught a glimpse of light illuminating from one of the rooms; my room. I furrowed my brows, focusing on the window before stopping as a shadow crossed over through the curtains. My heart skipped a beat; who was in my house? Before I could even answer my own question I heard a loud crash! from inside, sounding of breaking glass, and I dashed to the front door. I slid my hand underneath the floor mat, wrapping my fingers around the cold spare key and quickly slid it into the lock, being sure to be quiet as a mouse.

Swinging the door open slowly, I crept inside the inky black darkness that greeted me right away, and shut the door as silently as I had opened it. The house was pitch black, but I knew my way around. Directly in front was the staircase that led up to the bedrooms, and I saw the light from my room pouring out into the hallway, slipping through the railings of the staircase towards the top.

"What the hell!" A gruff voice boomed, sending shivers up my spine. I stopped at the third step, waiting for another sound, "Where the hell is this bitch?"

I arched my eyebrows up; they were talking about me? Who were 'they' to be exact, and why did they want me?

"Does it look like I know you dip wad? Eh?" Another voice replied, slightly higher than the other but still male. There was a hint of an accent, possibly Jersey.

I let out a soft yelp in fear as I heard another crash, this one sounding like something heavier than just glass. It slammed to the floor with a very loud thud! that truly shook the house, and I froze in place, covering my mouth. The noises stopped, silencing the entire house, and I shut my eyes tightly. The old wood floors creaked under both their weights, and I heard the click of the lights as they flicked them off, sending me down the stairs. I bolted through the living room, being as silent as possible before diving onto the floor, squeezing myself in the tight space between the wall and the couch.

"You heard that?" The gruffer male asked, the stairs creaking under his weight. My eyes widened and I shook my head frantically to myself, praying they wouldn't find me. Tears slid from my eyes, but I kept my whimpers muffled by my hand.

"Yeah, yeah I did."

Shit, I thought to myself.

"Someone's here," The gruff male went on, and I heard as both men stepped foot into the living room, only inches away from my shaking body. I shut my eyes tightly, shaking. "Smells... flowery. Sweet, almost." I heard the man took a another whiff of the air, grunting.

"Yeah," The other one chimed in, "I smell it too... Let's trash the-" The man shut his mouth as the ringing of a phone filled the house. He groaned, cursing under his breath as he must've answered it, for the ringing silenced. I listened closely, hearing a muffled voice on the other end, "Yeah, hello? Yeah... No, we're just... Okay but..." The man sighed, "Alright, we're on our way. Goodbye Harry."

My mind and body froze in fear.

Harry?

"Harry wants us back," The man explained, his voice laced with anger. The other male grunted in anger, huffing as he stomped through the living room, approaching the couch. I swallowed hard, trying not to scream as I saw the top of his head looking around, about to face the couch.

"Come on you idiot!" The man shouted, and the other took one last glance around before following him. I heard the front door slam shut, and my body immediately relaxed. I let out a sigh of relief as another tear slid down my cheek, trying to process this.

Few minutes passed before I managed to stand myself up, shaking off the cobwebs and dust that lingered on my already dirty clothing. Climbing over the couch, I made my way upstairs, taking it two steps at a time. Cold air licked my skin as I approached my bedroom door, and with one sigh I clicked on the lights. My eyes widened at the scene.

My dresser was flipped over on its side, the contents inside all over the floor. The sheets on my bed were bunched together, my comforter laying on the floor beside it. Pictures, makeup, and everything else that once sat atop my dresser were scattered all over my room.

I rolled my eyes, "Great, just great."

I knelt down and began to pick up my belongings. Lifting the dresser up where it was before, I bent down and gathered all my clothes. Shoving them inside the drawers, I slammed it shut and began to pick up the other items as well. I snagged my mascara and eyeliner and shoved it inside the bag it once sat in, and zipped it shut tightly. Tossing it on the dresser, I looked around for other items until something caught my eye.

I reached over to my right, my fingers wrapping themselves around a small photograph that lay hidden under my sheets. I looked at the white back, seeing the date: 08/11/15.

My birthday?

Confused, I flipped it over and swallowed hard as my eyes studied over the photograph. It was of me and someone else... Someone who seemed oddly familiar. I reached for my phone and opened up my camera roll, scrolling to the further pictures until I finally found it. I held the phone and the photo next to each other and my heart skipped a beat; it's the same man in both photos. The only difference is he had shorter hair on my birthday.

That was my most recent birthday, but I don't remember him? Come to think of it, I barely remember anything.. My mind was rattling with questions, giving me a headache. I groaned and turned off the lights in frustration, shoving myself under the covers.

My mind was racing; who was he? Why was he with me? Why can't I remember anything at all! I screamed in anger as I slammed my pillow down, trying to fall asleep. I felt as my body began to relax, and sleep began to tug at me. My whole body was now relaxed, but my hand was still clenched tightly.

Inside of my clenched hand was the photo of me and the boy that I couldn't seem to let go.