The Boy In the Basement (Completed)

~Mysterious snorts~

Thunder rumbled above me. I turned my cheek up to the sky and embraced the swirling black clouds. I love rain. I love the way it pours down freely, nobody can do anything to stop it. Somehow this reminds me of the big fight last night with my mom. I guess you could say I'm still a little emotional.

I felt drops of water gently tap against my head. I trudged past the strange houses, a smile tugging at the corner of my mouth. But then I remembered the whole reason why I was walking through this unfamiliar neighborhood in a storm, and the one-sided grin faded as fast as it had come.

It was a Friday night. All day long, I heard conversations along the lines of, "Are you going to the party at Mike's house?" or " Can't wait to try out that new pizza place down the street!" Stupid things like that. And how did I reply to these questions, you ask? "I'm babysitting." It was humiliating. This is how most fridays go, though. I make a bunch of plans, and end up canceling at the last second.

So here I am, lugging my faded blue backpack, in the pouring rain, to the Berks house. By the time I arrived, my hair was soaked and clumped together in frizzy strands. I knocked twice on the door, my fists numb from the icy rain.

"I'll get it!" A high pitched voice exclaimed from somewhere in the house. Soft footsteps padded against the tile. I heard the lock slowly turn and the door swung open. Tommy's eyes sparkled when he saw me.

"Bayley!!" He said with pure excitement. I grinned and slid my backpack off my shoulders.

"Hey Tommy! You seem awefully happy!" I chimed. I left my sodden converse outside and shut the door. Then I noticed the uproar of banging sounds from what I predicted was the kitchen. Tommy followed me through the hallway. I found the other two kids sitting on the counter with pots and spoons, drumming like there was no tomorrow. I laughed and made my way over to them.

"Where's your mom," I yelled over the racket.

"She left," Jake said casually. There were pans and cooking supplies strewn all across the kitchen. What's that smell? I sniffed the air. A dreadful burnt odor stung my nostrils. I widened my eyes and scanned the kitchen. The stink belonged to the steaming pot on top of the stove. I shoved the oven mitt on my hand and brought the pot safely to the sink. Looks like someone was trying to cook macaroni. Tried being the key word here.

"How long ago did she leave?" I questioned.

"An hour I think."

"Who's been watching you?!" I know Heather. She would never even consider leaving her kids at the house unsupervised. Especially these three.

"Jaxon" Blake stopped banging for a moment to he could grab another spoon. I scoffed at this. How can he be so irresponsible? He almost set the freaking house on fire! And why isn't he here?

"Um, okay. Where did he go?" They all shrugged, too focused on their band to give me an answer. I rolled my eyes and began putting the silverware back into the drawer. In a subsequent amount of time, the majority of the kitchen was clean. The kids grew bored and hopped off the counter, vanishing into the playroom. I followed them up the stairs and stopped at the doorframe.

"Hey guys, be back in a bit. Just going to blow dry my hair. I'll make you dinner afterwards. Deal?" They nodded. I headed off to the nearest bathroom and discovered a teal Conair hairdryer. In the mirror, my usually dirty blonde hair was stained dark brown. Whenever my hair gets even a little wet, it turns super frizzy and tangly. That and the mascara lining my eyes, I resembled a caveman.

The plug pierced through the socket. I pointed the air nozzle or whatever its called towards my hair and flipped it onto high. A strange whirling noise came from the blowdryer. Then the bathroom turned into a tornado of white powder.

"AAAAHHHHHHH!!!!" I shrieked at the top of my lungs, ripping the plug out and throwing the blowdryer on the ground. WHAT THE HECK JUST HAPPENED?!!!! My breath speeded up as I turned toward the mirror. I was coated from the neck up in flour. FLOUR!  Whoever did this is going to pay! I coughed and spat out globs of the bitter-tasting substance. I furiously began trying to brush the flour out of my hair when I heard it. A snort. Coming from the shower.

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