Destroy Me

01 // I KNOW A SWEDISH CHOCOLATE MAKER

I FELT MY CHEST tighten as my auntie pulled into my driveway. She put the car in park and looked at me for a moment.

"You're going to be okay Devon," she assured me.

"I know," I gave her a small smile. I took a deep breath and stepped out of the car. I grabbed my bag out of the back seat and gave her a goodbye hug, then watched her car as it left until I couldn't see it anymore.

I turned back towards my house and took another deep breath before starting inside. When I opened the front door, I noticed how eerily quiet the house was and I started to panic. My parents were almost always arguing, so it's weird that I couldn't hear them.

My sister, Lindsay, played loud music all day long and if Vincent wasn't asleep he would be gone anyway.

My phone buzzed in my pocket and as I pulled it out I felt my heart skip a beat. It was a text from Isiah, the boy who lived next door. I'd known him since I was three years old, when he and his family moved next door.

Was that you coming home?
Isiah.

I texted him back quickly, then started up to my bedroom. Before I could even make it though, he'd texted me back.

Come over and say hey.

I paused half way up the steps and frowned. When did Isiah ever want me over? The last time I'd been in his house, his girlfriend came over and made out as though he was cheating on her with me. Which wasn't true of course, because Isiah hadn't realized that he was actually in love with me yet.

But with this text... Maybe he had.

I ran the rest of the way into my room, flung my bag onto my bed and then rushed back down the stairs. I took a calming breath and flattened my shirt before opening the door and calmly walking over to his house.

I went to knock on the door, but as I tapped my knuckles to it it creeped open.

"Isiah?" I called into the house. There was no response, and the normal thing to do would be to call the police for a potential breaking and entering. But alas, I took the risk and stepped into the house. "If this is a joke, I swear to god Isiah. But if you're some psychopathic killer then by all means, stay in the shadows and wait until I leave the house and then continue your looting."

"I'm in the living room," he called from down the hallway. I let out a sigh of relief and followed the sound of his voice.

As soon as I opened the door, I felt something hit me on my head, then it dripped down and completely enveloped me. It was heavy and it had a strong smell that made my eyes water. I wiped them so I could open my eyes and Isiah was lounging on the couch with his hands behind his head.

"W-W-" I stammered.

"Welcome home Dev," he said with a lazy smirk. I looked down and I was standing on some kind of plastic sheet, and it looked like I was now covered in paint.

"Isiah!" I cried. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"Incorrect," he shrugged. "You have two more tries."

"What're you..." I frowned. "Isiah?"

He made a beeping sound.

"Wrong again Dev," he grinned. "Two strikes."

"Isiah!" I yelled. "Stop messing around!"

"I'm sorry, strike three," he chuckled. "You're out of here."

"Your right," I hissed, "I am out of here."

I turned and started to walk out, but he was up and in front of me at the speed of light.