He Isn't A Psycho

Chapter 35

"What the fuck is going on?"

I looked up while walking into the kitchen. Everything looked fine to me, there were still dozens of people scattering around, drinking and dancing. Why would Chase react like that?

I followed him into the living room, budging past shoulders. "Skye, stay back". Chase spoke with worry, I was starting to panic. Where was Braxton? He had rushed off so quickly I seemed to have lost him.

I turn around, hoping to see a tall jet black haired guy, but Braxton was clearly not hanging around. I must of done something to upset him for him to react like that.

Spinning around again to follow Chase, I gasped slightly, a bit startled to see Chase was gone too. I stepped up onto my tip toes to try and over look the room and see Chase, but he was nowhere to be found.

"Great" I muttered to myself, trying hard not to worry. But it was hard as Chase was making a big deal about something. Had something gotten broken? Or was Jakob in a bad state?

I made my way into the living and see a difference, sure there were still people around and dancing, but there were more people, more than before, people who looked like they didn't belong.

More people were wearing black, and not fancy dress either. Just casual black jeans and hoodies. Were they gate crashers? I thought gate crashers only came in small groups, but there were loads of people! Maybe they weren't hate crashers? Perhaps there was another explanation for this.

"Who the fuck are you talking to?" I overheard one of the guys dressed in black say to someone in a hulk costume. I passed by, trying to find a seat when I felt a heavy body being thrown into me.

I take large steps back and my arms extend in reflex. "Jesus". I muttered, while the guy in black doesn't even bother to apologise to me and instead turned around to the hulk guy who had shoved him and swung a punch.

I threw my hands to my mouth while backing away and bumped into another guy wearing black. "S-sorry" I spat out, to see him and another guy extremely close, with angry faces.

All of a sudden, I started to hear shrill screams and deep voices shouting. The sound of glass smashing and objects breaking echoed in the room as I watched crowds of people punching, fighting, pushing and shoving each other endlessly.

I start to pick up my pace while walking through the living around, my anxiety rising. Dozens of people had broken out into fights and the weird thing was, all the people dressed in black were involved. They are gate crashers!

My breathing hitches and I can feel my heart booming inside my ribcage. Several bodies are being flung at me but I push them off without a struggle and try hard to find the exit. Why did Jakob had to have such a huge living room. Was I even in the living room anymore? It was like a never ending walk.

Everything was happening so fast, the music was still booming and the lights were still flashing, yet catastrophe was occurring. I feel my eyes starting to water as I begin to panic. Where was Mackenzie? Would she be okay? I just hope she's with one of the boys, I know they'll protect her.

I stopped to spin around, when a beer bottle flew past my eyes, skimming the tip of my nose. I hear it smash a few seconds later. My breathing was heavy and rapid now, I felt like I was about to faint. All the people surrounding me were making me feel intoxicated and I didn't feel safe anymore.

"Hey babe" The strong smell of beer hits my face as I faced a guy dressed in black, his eyes droopy, hair messy and looked quite stubbly.

I ignored him, changing my direction and trying to walk amongst the crowd of battling people. I felt my arm being tugged at, "Don't you want to sit on my face baby?" The drunken guys voice rang though my ears.