Twisted!

Prologue.

                   Prologue.

DIMITRI'S POINT OF VIEW;-

I sigh to myself heavily as I step into my Nineteen-seventy-six edition jeep, though aged and affected with rust in some places, it has an extremely nice feel to drive. I bought it for only four hundred and fifty pounds, my parents had offered me a more 'appropriate' vehicle as they are doing well with money but I declined the act as I prefer more vintage style cars and I'm not comfortable with using their money. As I step into it, the whole front half of the jeep makes a groaning sound and as I shut the door behind me it makes an even louder creaking noise followed by a harsh slam.


I'm on the way to my current girlfriend, Shays' house to break up with her. It's not a huge deal as I usually have a new girlfriend every month or so. I have been planning this for a while but now it's come to actually doing it I am nervous, with my palms sweaty and breathing irregular.. She has cheated on me, she constantly lies and manipulates me into buying her clothes and jewellery as her father doesn't buy her anything, even though he's rich. I had only realised this about a month back when my best friend, Nate, told me she had tried to sleep with him. If you're going to cheat, it's obviously a big mistake to try and get it on with your boyfriends best friend. Anyway, she made her mistakes and now she's facing the consequences of those mistakes.

I had gotten about half-way to her house when suddenly my jeeps engine had started spluttering and coughing before it stopped completely, causing me to groan loudly and slam my first down hard onto the steering wheel. "Stupid piece of shit" I shout to myself angrily emphasising loudly on the word 'shit'.

She lives in a posh neighbourhood in the upper-side of Layton and the only way to get there is through a dark abyss of a forest which I'm now trapped in the middle of. Great. A forest at night. Alone. I try turning on my phone but there is no service. Fantastic.

After about five minutes of waiting and thinking out theories in my head of what to do inside the safety of my car; everyone in Layton knows how stupid you must be to step foot inside of this forest in particular at night, I decide to look around for a house with a phone to call the car company. I remember seeing a small cabin about half a mile back on the drive here so I walk back down the dark and grimy pathway. Every so often my breath would let out a silver stream of fog with it signifying the crispy ice-cold autumn air.

After about five minutes of trudging through the mud, which seemed to suck my shoes into the floor like water being sucked down a plug, Suddenly I see some lights close by. Smiling, I sprint up to the house with relief.

I find the light source to in fact be that cabin I had seen earlier. Looking closely it looks old and rotted. I really hope they have a phone I thought to myself with worry realising how old fashioned the cabin probably is. I walk up to the door, making the old deck boards creak with every step. When I go to knock I realise the door is covered in thick mould and stinks of decay, so instead of knocking I shout a little. "Hello? Is anybody in there?"

After a few seconds the door opens and a girl who looks as if she is in her twenties appears. "Hello? What is it?" She asks, with a redneck accent, eyeing me up and down.

"I was wondering if I could maybe use your phone, miss. My car broke down half a mile back and there's no phone service in this area" I reply.

"Oh, that's alright. Come in, come in" She smiles widely, almost creepily, as I walk into the cabin.

The house actually looks rather nice on the inside compared to the outside, once you get over that awful odour. Wait, what the hell is that odour?! It's so bad it makes my nose burn with every breath I take as if I'm smelling petrol. Okay, let me just get to the phone and then I can get out of this disgusting place quicker.

"Would you like a glass of water sir?" She asks, not taking her soft hazel eyes off of me.

"That would be great thank you" I reply, not actually wanting any as the cups are most likely dirty but it would be rude to say no and I don't want to offend her in any way as I might not get that phone call.

Quickly enough she returns with a glass of water and the phone, I pick up both in a hurry, drinking the water, straining myself not to look at the cup just in case it is in fact dirty, while dialling in the number at the same time but I'm quickly met with a state of unconsciousness as I swallow the last portion of water.