Intruder Inside My Soul (EDITED)

5

“Hello?” I sounded a little shaken as I answered.

“Amabel? It’s... It’s Stacy, Martha’s daughter.” She sounded scared.

“Stacy? What’s wrong?” I didn’t believe she would call me at 2 am on Friday night just to chat with me. And she sounded frightened.

“I need help,” she whispered.

“What happened? Where are you." I was worried about the girl.

“I am at Ashton’s party, and I want to go home. Could you... Could you come and get me? I don’t know whom else to call,” she was crying. I could hear a music in the background and some yelling.

“Where are you?”

“Do you know where Peter Johnson lives? He’s around your age.” Peter Johnson? What the hell was she doing at his place? He was 26 years old, for God’s sake. And Ashton? That probably was his little brother, who was now around 20 years old. Peter was my classmate. Total dick back in high school. The stereotypical popular football player who changed girls like socks. He even used to hit on me. Thank God I had enough brains to stay away from him.

“Yeah, I do. I’ll be there in 10 minutes. Are you in some safe place?”

“I am in the bedroom on the second floor. I locked the door. But please hurry,” she cried now.

“It’s going to be alright. I am already in my car. Don’t put your phone down. Just stay there, ok?” I was driving as fast as I could. I didn’t even have my jacket or my bag. I left it back in the bar.

“I am not going anywhere. I will not go to another party until I am thirty. Trust me,” I smiled. She was trying to joke. That was a good sign.

“Doubt that. But I would appreciate if you’d wait another 2 or 3 years before going to a party and when you do, make sure it’s with your peers. What are you doing there, anyway?” I kept our conversation going.

“My friend thought it would make us the most popular girls in school if we went to that kind of party. She’s 15 and has some 18-year-old friends who invited her, so she took me with her. I didn’t know it would be like this.” She admitted.

“Did something happen to you?” It made me furious just thinking of all the possibilities that could happen to an innocent girl like her at a party like that.

“Not really. I had a couple of drinks and I was dancing with some guy when he touched me. I ran away from him. I hid in this room as it was the only empty one and called you. Please don’t tell my parent’s. They will kill me.” Stacy begged.

“We’ll talk about it later, alright? I am here.” I parked and got out of the car. This definitely was the right place. The music was so loud I could hear it outside. A bunch of drunk people were sitting on the porch. I hurried inside. Maneuvering through all the people was hard.

“Damn girl. You look hot as hell. Want to dance?” Some drunk ass punk wrapped his filthy hands around my waist.

“Fuck off.” I got out of his grasp and continued to walk upstairs.

“Stacy?” I put my phone to my ear again.

“Yes?” Good, she was still there.

“In witch room exactly are you in?”

“I don’t really know. It’s one at the end of the hall,” she sighed.

“Ok, hang on there. I am almost there,” I assured her.

There were three bedrooms at the end of the hall. One was with an opened door where a bunch of people were in. So I moved to the next one. I opened the door, but oh my. That was definitely the wrong room. There was a couple banging on the wall. The girl was completely naked while the guy still had his pants on. Hist torso was naked though, which allowed me to see his magnificent tattoos that covered him completely.

“What the hell! Get out of here you slut” the girl noticing me yelled. I had to laugh.

“Oh, please. I am not the one without clothes or dignity being fucked there. Plus, next time be so kind and actually lock the door,” I smirked. But then I saw the guy’s face.

“Why are you still there? Wanna join?” Animus looked at me. His hair was completely messed up, his face red.

I laughed out loud. “I am so glad I am not your type.” I looked at the girl and laughed again. I was actually amused.

“Well, I’m going to leave you two to it, then. Bye” I left and closed the door. The girl yelled something, but it was too late for me to hear or for me to care.

I reached the last room and knocked. The door was locked this time.

“Stacy. Open up! It’s me, Amabel!” I called over the music. The door opened a moment later, revealing Stacy. She was wearing skinny jeans and a crop top. Her hair was pulled up in a ponytail and her eye make up was smeared from the crying.

“Oh honey.” I hugged her and closed the door.

“Thank you for coming. I don’t know what would I have done if you didn’t come,” she cried some more. I rubbed her back, trying to soothe her.

“Well, that was why I gave you my number. Now let’s wash that beautiful face and get out of this hell hole,” I smiled. She giggled and nodded with her head. Good thing there was a bathroom in this room. After cleaning up, she looked much better. She actually looked like a teenager rather than 20-year-old.

“Let’s go” I took her hand and lead her out of the bedroom. The next bedroom doors opened as well and outside stormed the girl that Animus was fucking when I interrupted them. She didn’t look happy. After her came out Animus himself. He noticed me and came our way.

“You messed up my fuck, princess. You’ll have to do something about my blue balls, you know.” He looked at my body and licked his lips.

“Sure, let’s go back to that room and I’ll suck you off. What do you say?” I smiled seductively. At least I thought I did.

“You don’t have to tell me twice.” He came up to me and wrapped his hands around my waist. I pushed him off.

“Yeah, I’ll do that when Alex becomes a virgin again,” I smirked.

“You don’t mess with a man who has blue balls, kitten. Especially if the man is as dangerous as me.” He narrowed his eyes.

“Well, I just did, besides I thought I was not your type. Now get out of my way. I have to take Stacy home.” I pushed him once more. He looked at the girl who was holding to my hand as if her life depended on that.

“Stacy? What the fuck are you doing here?” Animus seemed furious.

“I...” Stacy was scared even more now.

“She was grouped and now I am going to bring her home. You should ask Ashton or Peter why they let 14-year-old girls at their parties.” I went past him, with Stacy following right beside me.

“Who touched you?” Animus yelled out the question while rushing after us.

“Not now.” I looked back and glared at him.

Finally, we got out of the house. Animus was still fallowing us though. When we reached my car, Animus took off his jacket and put it on Stacy.

“Thanks,” she mumbled, getting in the car after I opened the door for her.

“I’m coming with you.” Animus got in the back seat.

“No, you are definitely not.” I looked at him like he was crazy.

“Yes. I am. I ain’t going to leave here alone until she’s safe home.” I stared at him for a moment. When he didn’t move, I groaned and went to the driver’s seat and drove Stacy home.