The Wrong Way Is Always Wright

(8) The Inevitable

Millie~

It had been over a month since we broke into the Wright's house and personalised it. It had been a triumph and all of us were extremely proud of our effort. However that didn't mean we weren't expecting something in return. This 'something' never came, and still hasn't. We should have been celebrating our victory but instead we looking over our shoulder every couple of steps in an extremely paranoid fashion. My eyes flickered to the doorway unconsciously as we all sat down to dinner. Damn the Wright's, why did I have that stupid idea to prank them?

Someone tapped me on the shoulder and I almost jumped a mile out of my seat. Wow, I am paranoid. Todd, who had tapped me on the shoulder, gave me a sympathetic look since we all shared the same paranoia.

"You have all been extremely edgy lately," my mother remarked, giving us all pointed looks.

Jace shot me a glare, to which my eyes narrowed. It wasn't my fault Todd had touched me without warning when I was clearly out of it! I stabbed my fork into my food and quickly excused myself from the table quickly, along with the others.

"You have to be more careful in front of them, Mill, they have no idea remember," Jace reprimanded as we walked to the games room. Sometimes he managed to take the 'I'm the oldest' job way too far and began talking to me as if I was seven, not seventeen.

"You think I don't know that?!" I shot back folding my arms across my chest defensively and shooting him a glare.

"I actually wish they would just do something," Tom commented, shaking his head in despair and I sighed, rubbing my forehead.

After entering the games room and deciding on the games to play we all settled down. I felt too on edge to start playing COD or anything that included people and things jumping out on you, so I pulled out my earphones and phone and listened to some music. I grabbed a random magazine that sat on the nearby table and began flicking through it. When my parents, uncles and aunts entered the room I pulled out my earphones and put my magazine down.

"We're going out tonight and we will be back at about midnight," my dad told us, to which we all nodded and called out our goodbyes as they left.

After scrolling through the music on my phone I couldn't find a certain song so I started up to my room to get my iPod. Before I reached the stairs I removed my heels which I had been wearing all day. With my heels in one hand, I started again up the stairs. I was about to turn down the last hallway towards my room when I heard a mumbling coming from another corridor. My heart rate sped up immediately as I took a deep breath and headed slowly in the direction of the noise.

"Damn it, Lou, you told me it was here!" I heard the voice hiss under their breath as I came nearer. The speaker confirmed my suspicions that the Wright's had come to seek revenge.

I peeked my head around the corner and down the corridor that was a dead end, but to my dismay saw nobody. I walked more confidently but silently down the corridor and stopped when I saw one of the doors on my left was slightly ajar. Holding my breath, I yanked the door open only to be pulled into the darkness abruptly. A hand clamped over my mouth before I could say a word and the door was shut quietly behind me.

I stared into the pitch black that surrounded me, my mouth still covered, before pushing back forcefully into the person behind me. The grip on my face loosened ever so slightly, so I grabbed the hand and twisted it around, maneuvering my body so I was facing the person. Just as I thought I had the upper hand, my wrists were grabbed and pinned above my head. I twisted my body and flailed as I tried to get out of the grip. I swung my head forward, hoping to have some effect but I hit nothing but air.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," the voice said, tightening his grip on my wrists. My eyebrows raised as I unfortunately recognised the voice.

"Nick?!" I hissed, jerking my body once more, again to no effect. I couldn't yet see his face but I knew that smirk would be sat right on it and it seemed the only thing that could satisfy me in the slightest would be to wipe the damn floor with it.