Mousy

3 Willow Ambrosia

I wake up to voices talking. They don't sound like my mom and dad. I keep my eyes close and lay still to listen. Did I get kidnapped?

They can't be any worse than my parents. I have to get back or else I'll be in the even more trouble... If these people are nice my parents will ruin everything they have. I don't want to be the cause of that.

"David, be quiet and don't wake her. She is really, really tired. You know when you have a long day and you want to nap? That's what she's like," one of them says and laughing follows after.

"Why is she here? She looks like sleeping beauty. She has brown hair though and she's dirty. Also kinda smelly."

Gee, what a charmer.

"She needed help so I came to the rescue like the handsome hero I am."

I yawn and open my eyes, blinking a few times to get use to the brightness of the room.

"She's alive!" the voice who called me smelly yells.

Turning to look, I'm face to face with a little kid who looks about five or six. He looks excited. My hand slowly but surely throbs. I look down and it's in a cast already.

I look at the taller boy and holy shit he's scary. His bleach blond hair tousled perfectly with a sharp face structure. A well set jaw with a little stubble, a lean toned body, freckles all over the bridge of his nose and under his eyes. His arms covered in black ink with strange images and his ears are gaged. His eyes I can't tell the color of; if they are blue or gray. I'm going to say an in between shade of both.

He pulls everything off don't get me wrong but imagine one minute you're being assaulted, then blacking out and now you're in someone's house and the first person you see looks like they belong in a gang.

"Are you sleeping beauty?" a mini version of him asks.

"No?" My voice sounds croaky and I cough to clear my throat. "Where am I? I have to, uh, go home..."

I frown at the end. That didn't sound convincing at all. My parents are going to find me here and it won't be good. Maybe he'll let me go and I can finally end what my parents started.

"Yes you are silly. My brother Jared has to kiss you now. He's your prince! Go back to sleep so he can wake you up with one," the little guy whispers at the end and I freeze.

"I'll wake her up some other time. Can you go us a huge favor and go get mom? Tell her she's awake," the big one tells him and the tiny one runs off calling for her.

"I'm sorry about him he doesn't know any better. He should but he doesn't. I'm Jared and that was Max."

I stay silent and try sitting up. Key word is 'try' because when I did, my ribs didn't like it. It felt like someone smashed them to pieces.

Oh wait someone did.

A woman runs in suddenly with an excited smile on her face. She must be the mother.