ManHunt

Mr. and Mrs. Heller

My butt is numb.

I can't stand sitting in this car for any longer. It's killing me, literally.
I sigh and turn my gaze to outside the windows. It's lightly snowing, sheets of bright white snowflakes gently fall onto the ground. The sun shines on the snow reflecting itself making the day even brighter than usual.

I wait patiently in anticipation until I can't stand it anymore.

"How much longer?" I ask my driver, Karen.

"3 blocks left," she answers. That's not too bad.. should take a few minutes. I close my eyes and let my mind drift, what will this new home be like. Will it be different from all the other foster homes I've been to? Will they accept me for who I am.

By the way, the names Alice, Alice Morgan. My mother died when I was born and my father left me when I became a teenager. I'm 16 now, nearly an adult. I've been left to be cared in by the Foster System for 3 years. 7 homes later and here I am.

"We're here!" Karen smiled a bit too cheerfully.

I mutter, "welcome to another god knows how many years of hell."

She looks at me with a disapproving face, "it'll be different this time honey, I promise. They're names are Mr and Mrs. Heller, they have 2 kids names Josh and Marcus. You'll be fine."

I snort, "yeah.. a house full of guys..fun."

"You have Mrs. Heller and you're a girl so it's actually 3-2."

"Whatever."

I slam the car door shut and examine the house. It's small, oddly small. Out here in the country I didn't expect houses to be grand like the ones at my old home. But I didn't expect it to so tiny either.

Stone steps lead the way to the house which is surrounded by lots and lots of grass and trees. The house is a light beige, pretty old, and surprisingly has 2 floors. The porch and  holds an antique brown rocking chair, like the ones in the movies.

I sigh and heave my bags fro, the trunk and walk to the door, Karen on my right.

DING DONG

The house is eerily quiet. We stand there for a couple of minutes until we hear footsteps rushing to the door.

I hold my breathe as the door opens and standing there is a young lady that I recognize.

No no no no no no no no this is not happening it can't be.

I'm frozen in my spot unable to speak. Karen gives me a weird look.

"Hi darling! You must be Alice! What? Cat got your toungue?" She laughs.

"W-what, no I mean yes I am Alice," I stutter.

She gives me a menacing grin then turns to Karen, "thank you Karen for driving her safely here. Leave the rest to me."

Leave what rest?

She beckons me in the house and I say goodbye to Karen.
The house is dimly lit, a fancy chandelier hangs from the ceiling in between 2 sets of stairs. The inside of the house is awfully fancy compared to the outside. It even looks bigger, way bigger.

"Do you like it?" I nearly jump out of my skin. I forgot she was here.

3 years ago when I had moved into my first foster home, I had lived with a lady named Ms. Little. She was unmarried, and very young. She had a girl names Alexa, she was my best friend, helped me through the tough times. She died of an illness 2 weeks after I met her, grief overwhelmed me. And the mother wasn't very much help either.

She was an alcoholic and druggie. Every day I came home to her being high, she abused me every day and I went to school every day with bruises and cuts. I was later removed from that home and placed in another.

And yet here she was standing beside me like nothing had ever happened.

"Y-yeah I like it," I say so quietly I can barely hear myself.

"Good."

I avoid her eyes and stare at the ceiling instead.

"Come now dear, let me introduce you to the boys."

I follow her down the hall noticing all the strange and peculiar paintings hung on the wall. Painting of weird people, creatures and gory pictures.

I shiver and keep walking. For what seems like forever we finally reach the kitchen to meet the guys.

She opens the door and standing there, is or was, my ex-foster sister, Alexa.

End of chapter 1