Richard Allen
Grant walked out of the Allen house towards his car. He saw Lauren glaring at him through the window. He leaned in.
"I'm staying here for a while with Richard. You can come inside or stay out here. It's your choice, really." He breezed casually. He could see a storm rolling in from the horizon, thick clouds brushing the sky. A light sprinkle had already started.
"Grant Williams. We're going home. We can't stay at a stranger's house.-"
"Richard is not a stranger. I've known him for years." It wasn't a lie, but it still didn't feel right coming from him.
Lauren rolled her eyes. "Sure. You've messed with him for years, Grant."
"Can we please not talk about this?" Grant didn't even wait for a response from his sister before going back inside. He smiled to himself when he heard the car door open and close behind him.
"Wait!" She called from behind. Lauren wrapped her scarf around her neck. She glared up at her brother while he waited outside the door for her. When he did nothing she said, "Well? Are we just gonna sit out here?"
Grant opened the door. He saw Richard at the end of the hallway staring back at him, his grey eyes centered with Grant's. For a second, Grant wanted to turn around and run home, but the feeling left him quickly.
When Richard walked towards them, there was something different about him. He was almost smiling. It was something halfway between a smirk and a manic grin. Either way, it made Grant's skin crawl.
Richard enjoyed himself looking at Grant's uncomfortable expression. He changed his suspicious grin to a threatening, thin eyed scowl when he saw Lauren. Grant stepped between him and his sister.
"So, what's the plan?" Grant asked casually, unaware that Richard was still glaring at Lauren. Immediately, she felt uncomfortable in the home. Mainly because of whose house it was. Before, she'd wanted to help Richard, but now, all she wanted to do was get away from him.
Richard didn't know if Lauren knew how he hated her. She would by the end of tonight. He would make sure of that. Richard put on a false smile.
"I have a crazy idea." He said, grabbing Grant's wrist. He pulled him towards his bedroom, pretending Lauren wasn't there. He smiled as he heard her huff in frustration.
He shoved Grant in his bedroom and shut the door, Lauren pounding her fist outside. He laughed. Grant was on his bed looking curiously at him.
"What up wth you? You seem... different."
Richard ignored him as he got out his computer. His fingers moved like lightning on the keys. He scanned the screen and smiled maniacally again.
"Richard...?" Grant felt slightly uneasy. There was definitely something wrong. "Can I let Lauren in?"
Richard shook his head. He couldn't speak right now. Grant waited, tapping his feet on the carpeted floor to a beat he made in his head. Outside, Lauren was beating her fists against the white wooden door.
"Richard Allen if you don't open the door, I'll kill you!" She kicked at the bottom of the door.
"I'll beat you to it!" Richard called from his chair, still scanning the screen. He spun around and faced Grant. He smiled.
