What Lurks in the Cellar

Chapter 3

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Fiora

The water was hot, I made sure of that he had cuts and bruises. As I scrubbed his arms trying to get the mud I kept thinking of how he could have gotten there and how and why i had seen Susan. she wasn't meant to be there not now, later in my dream yes, but not now. Austin and Chris came running up the steps holding the things i ordered them to bring. I looked at them they looked at me.

"Do you have the towels?"I questioned

Chris replied "we don't know where you put your towels but, we found the rest."

He held up the soda and paper towels, I took the paper towel and used them to scrub harder on the boy's skin. he groaned, i found that he had lots of scars and bruises more than i had first seen. it looked almost that he had jumped out a window and landed on the glass only that these were really small cuts and would heal, leaving no scars. he wasn't ugly, quite the opposite, he was really handsome. he looked a lot like Chris in the aspect of his pale skin but i believe that was because he was out in the cold rain. he had black hair that went to his jaw line and bangs that drooped a little over his eyes. he was built strong and i can tell you that i was glad i could see his chest because oh mamma he was hot!

He started moaning, form pain? I couldn't tell but I turned off the water, and began drying him off with the towels that were already in the bathroom. I got up and went in to my room where his muddy shirt was on my bed, i hadn't realized how messy he was and how messy all his things were when i had first thrown his muddy stuff on my clean-ish bed. I picked the shirt and the bed sheets up and lugged them down the stairs to the basement were the washing machines were. I tossed it in and started it up.

"Hey guys, could you help me out really fast?" i asked Austin and Chris.

both boys nodded and followed me up. they helped the wet guy and got him into some of my dad's underwear and pants that i had to steal. it wasn't like my dad was going to notice, he had lots of boxers and the pants i used were the ones mom had given him for Christmas that were too tight for him and he was to chivalrous to give them back. so they were stuffed at the very back of his drawer were my mom eventually forgot about them.  I gave him a towel and a fuzzy bath robe while his shirt was washing and drying.

He was tired I could tell. I made him sit on the toilet seat where Chris and Austin guarded him, as I got my bed ready for him. I used a blanket with a giant question mark which was ironic since i didn't know who he was and got it all ready. When I went into the bathroom I caught the poor kid just in time before he hit is head against the bathtub rim. Austin and Chris lunged for him in to late time, I  helped lift him and carry  the unconscious boy to the bed. When we helped him lay on my bed he almost instantly fell asleep.  Austin and Chris left as i put another blanket on the guy who had started to shiver. I left him there and went down the stairs. Wow, I need to seriously clean the house, i could see the prints of mud from our shoes on the wood and leading into the bathroom and to my room. 

When I went down the stairs I sat down at the table next to Austin. looking upon Austin i lost all interest on the guy upstairs. Austin was way better looking and i knew him better. Chris came over and sat down next to us. 

"So," I said "What do you want to do? I really have to clean the house before mom comes home, do you guys want to help."

All three of them agreed to help and they started. It was hard work and we finished it right after 8:00. I said good bye to Austin and Chris who's parents called asking were they were. I went upstairs and checked out on the boy. The door creaked and he woke up. He sat up right, I pushed the door wider until I walked in to the room. he looked scarred and looked at the clothes he was wearing, he looked up and i switched the lights on which was probably not the best thing to do to a person that just woke up.