Broken Butterfly

Happy Holidays!

well, here it finally is. uploading soon, i have alot more time to write now, so hopefully i can upload when i say i will. i know its short, but its better then nothing. do you know how hard it was for me to write this chapter? answer: very! i just couldnt get into it. ugh. and i have decided to make this story kinda short, less then 20 chapters. im just not feeling it, i want to try another genre. im more of a romance person, so maybe in february or march i will post a new story. it will definetly be more thought out and planned then this one! give me your opinions?enjoy:)

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 Chapter 7

The man opened the door all the way. He began to walk toward me slowly. My brain was screaming at me to run, to scream, to do anything but stand there, but my whole body was frozen to the spot. Then I heard somebody else speak.

“Liam is everything ok? Is somebody else there? What’s going on?” another man stepped out of the kitchen. He spotted the other man, Liam, who had stopped a few feet away from me, and began walking toward him. Suddenly he locked eyes with me and stopped too. “Who the hell are you?!”

Suddenly I snapped.  This man comes into my home, terrifies me, and then asks who I am? Heeeeeeeeell no!!

“Who am I? Who are you?! This is MY house! I live here! You’re the one who broke into MY house! You’re the one wearing freaking all black like you’re some kind of fucking ninja! Could you get any cheesier by the way? What are you gonna do next? Demand my watch, my money, my wallet, and my jewelry? Or no, you’re gonna pull a gun and tell me not to scream, and nobody will get hurt. Then you’re gonna tie me up to a chair and duct-tape my mouth, and then you’re gonna ransack the house for everything valuable. Or are you gonna do something that hasn’t been in EVERY SINGLE MOVIE EVER MADE?! Well you can BRING IT ON BITCH! Cuz you are NOT getting away with this you stupid, pathetic, lousy jerks! This is my freaking 16Th birthday, and you are RUINING IT! I didn’t ask for a car, I didn’t ask for a huge sweet 16 bash, I just wanted a nice dinner with my family! So just GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!”

I finished my rant with a shrill scream, red-faced and breathing hard. And then I realized what I had just done. I had just yelled at two men for trying to rob my house. Two grown men who were currently standing in my hallway staring at me with un-identifiable expressions on their faces.

I began to feel a bit nervous. Well, that was expected in this situation, but I was only nervous about what I said. What if it just pissed them off? Maybe they weren’t planning on hurting us, just robbing us then leaving. What if I had just provoked them? If my parents were hurt I would never forgive myself.

 My eyes darted to their waists, checking for a gun. Liam didn’t have a gun, but I spotted what I was pretty sure was a pretty big knife tucked into his belt. The second one had a gun tucked into his waistband. Well I was at a disadvantage. Maybe I could tackle one hard enough to knock him out…? Not likely.

Liam was about 6 foot, 2’’. He looked strong and definitely well built. He had thick arm muscles and I could see definite signs of a 6 pack through his black t-shirt. He was actually very good-looking. If he weren’t robbing my house I would definitely ask for his number. You know, if I could ever get the guts to. But I was waaaay to shy to even smile at him. So how the hell did I manage to scream at two grown men breaking into my house…? Strange. I checked out the other guy too. He was also well built, and seemed about the same height as Liam. He also had on a tight black t-shirt and jeans also.

Suddenly, Liam strode towards me. Before I could react, he had grabbed my upper arm tightly in one beefy hand, and started dragging me towards his partner. When we were a few feet away, my mind finally kicked in, and I began to struggle, twisting this way and that, trying to break his grip. He showed no reaction, didn’t even slow down. It was like he didn’t even notice I was struggling. Briefly, I considered trying to bite him, but then decided against it. I had better save my energy, incase I needed to fight them later. Well, it wouldn’t be much of a fight, but maybe I could slow them down enough to give the cops more time…speaking of the cops, where were they? If I strained my ears, I could faintly hear sirens, gradually growing louder.

 I glanced at the two men, checking to see if they noticed. They looked slightly stressed, but that was most likely because I was there. I was guessing they had no idea I even existed. Well at least now they’re slightly confused and need to come up with a new plan… I was guessing that if they heard the sirens they would freak out and panic, and do something stupid. I needed to distract them until it was too late…

“Ok so you’ve got me closer to you. Now what? You’re gonna torture me? I have a better idea. How about you guys leave and never come back? The front doors right over there. It was great to meet you, but party’s over. Too bad, so sad, don’t let the door hit your ass on the way out.” I stood there glaring at them with as much hate as I could muster. I figured if I acted calm they would believe I was and wouldn’t see my hands shaking.

“Sorry little lady” the one whose name I didn’t know said with a grim smile. “But we need to do something about you… and I can’t promise it will be fun for you.”

At his words I began to tremble. This was not looking good for me. At all. Suddenly I realized I hadn’t heard a sound from the kitchen…oh god please don’t let my parents be hurt I thought to myself desperately. Please, please let them be okay… I noticed that Liams grip on my arm was considerably lighter…could I dart around them and get to my parents before they caught me…? Maybe…well I had to try.

“Anthony, what do we do? The boss won’t like it if we just leave her here to tell everyone our names and what we look like.” Liam spoke to the other man, Anthony. Perfect. Now while they’re distracted I can take my chance…

“I guess we’ll just have to-hey!”

 I twisted my arm, making Liam lose his grip, and darted around Anthony. I reached the door and yanked it open.

“MOM! DAD!” I yelled, stumbling into the kitchen. “ I just called-“ my words were cut off by the strangled scream that ripped out of my throat. Even to this day these images are burned into my mind, every night they haunt my dreams, every time I close my eyes they flash through my mind, like some sick and twisted slideshow, faster and faster until I cant take it anymore…

My mother, laying on the ground with blood gushing out of her stomach, her chest, her face, her open mouth, the blood forming a pool around her lifeless body and staining her white blouse…

My father, slumped over on the very same stool I had eaten breakfast at this morning, hands bound to the back of the chair…face purple blue and black…eyes staring lifelessly up at me…black cord tightened around his neck, drops of blood escaping from underneath…

I barely noticed when Liam and Anthony burst into the kitchen behind me. i just stood and stared at the gruesome scene in front of me, tears rolling down my cheeks as I sunk to the floor screaming. I was vaguely aware of more voices yelling and chaos erupting, but i could just stare...it was so loud and noisy... couldn't they shut up for a moment? My god... it was so noisy...so noisy..

And then everything just faded into blackness.