The Way I Survived

Chapter Nine.

Chapter 9

To say I was annoyed would be the understatement of the century.

Sitting down on the couch in the living room while helplessly watching the twins destruct everything in their way, I simply stared at them blankly. I’ve been hopelessly trying to get them to get down from their high for over three hours but the candy Tyler gave them got them so hyper they were unstoppable.

Speaking of the devil, Tyler walked in with a smirk on his face that I so badly wanted to slap off his face.

“Give me a good reason not to slap you right now for putting me through this hell for over three hours. You knew it was my turn to babysit them today!”

“Because if you slapped me, you’d ruin this beautiful face,” he said while gesturing at his face.

I rolled my eyes, bending down to pick up a cushion that the twins knocked off the couch when I felt two hands weaving their way around my waist. I jumped out of the person’s grasp, hitting the person with the cushion. The person sniggered at my poor excuse of self-defense and held me tighter. I struggled and trashed around trying to get out of the person’s grip but it was useless, wondering where the hell Tyler was. Just then I remembered I had my heeled boots on so I did the first thing that came to my mind; I stomped as hard as I could on the person’s foot.

Just as I hoped, I was freed as I heard a manly yell. I looked back and noticed my holder, surprised to see that it was Damon.

Ever since Trent’s accident, he always kept to himself. He spent most his time in his room, only coming out when told to for food or whatnot.

“H-hey,” I stuttered, failing to recover from my shock.

“Hey,” he said smoothly, smirking at my stutter. “It’s been a while”

“Yeah it has been,” I said with a frown, “where have you been hiding?”

“Oh you know, the underworld needed me,” he said with a smile, his eyes twinkling with amusement as if there’s an inside joke.

Tyler cleared his throat awkwardly, shooting warning glances at Damon. “I’ll watch over the kids Amelia, go rest.”

“Um, okay...” I said awkwardly.

I left them and headed towards my room, wondering what that was all about. I was so lost in thought, I didn’t notice where I was until I stumbled upon something and fell on the floor. Cursing quietly, I inspected my throbbing knee and made sure there was no blood before I stood back up. Glancing around me I didn’t recognize my surroundings which I found quite bizarre since I’ve been living here for a while now.

The doors were made of steel which gave me the chills, it’s quite odd. I opened the one closest to me. I stepped inside the dark room, moving my hand along the wall until I found the light switch.

Before me was a training room. It was a huge room with safety mats covering the floor. But it wasn’t like any training room I’ve seen, its walls were shiny as if the walls themselves were made out of metal. I felt too uncomfortable, especially since there was nothing else in the room which didn’t make any sense. Shouldn’t training rooms have equipment in them?

I backed away cautiously, my eyes roaming the room, trying to find an explanation to this odd room but couldn’t find any. I didn’t pay attention to where I was going, bumping my elbow accidentally into something and I heard a click then an entire wall to the far right shifted and it turned into a wall of weapons.

I freaked out and turned around to dash out of the room, only to run into Christopher. I looked up at him and he had a grim look on his face.

“You’re not supposed to be here,” he said in a monotone voice.