I Survived A Horror Story

Chapter 2

***Rocky***

With a sharp twist, Alen yanked on the front door - which, unfortunately, remained locked. Rocky was getting tired of watching. It was nearly Alen's eighth time trying, and he had already turned the top lock both horizontally and vertically several times. And yes - Rocky was keeping count.

"I'm telling you man, it's not going to open," Rocky said, but quickly fell silent when Alen fixed him with a stony glare.

"It's just jammed," Alen said, "Maybe I'm not pulling hard enough." He tugged viciously, his whole body shuddering from the effort. Rocky sighed as Alen hung in the air, his arms dangling and knees caved in, with his hands stuck to the doorknob like they were glued on.

"Keep it up and you might just pull the whole handle out," Mallark said, and Rocky nodded in staunch agreement. Alen reluctantly released the door before kicking it with a scowl on his face. He would've kept kicking if Mallark hadn't pulled him back, and now stood sulking. Mallark slung his arm around Alen's shoulders, "Any ideas?" They all looked to Jet, who was leaning against the side of the wall silently.

"Windows?" He said, his voice low and uninterested.

"Where?" Rocky said, "They're all locked." Rocky thought about the effort he had put into opening one of them upstairs, and then another in the kitchen. Honestly, looking around, he'd rather not use this house tomorrow.

Jet shrugged, "I don't know then."

Alen ducked under Mallark's arm and walked up to Jet. "What is with you? If we can't open this door, we can't get out of this house. You can at least participate in this conversation actively," He said, stressing the syllables of the last word.

Jet stared at Alen for a tense second and then chuckled, "Okay," he skirted around Alen, "Dad." Alen rolled his eyes but smiled, and Jet stepped in front and tried the door unsuccessfully. He frowned in thought, "Call my brother I guess."

"I already texted Finn," Mallark said, "But I can call." He dialed in his number as the rest of the boys collapsed into the couches. Jet was looking over at the side of his couch and Rocky watched as Jet leaned over and pulled a duffel bag onto his lap. Jet's sharp eyes never missed anything, Rocky thought, but- He wasn't going to go through it, was he?

Alen was also watching Jet warily but chose to ignore him instead. "I guess now we wait." He said, sighing.

***Saryl***

I stared at the blood on my hand in confusion, before realizing it was probably from one of Jet's scratches. My speeding heart rate slowly decreased and I rubbed at the smear uselessly. Hm. "Is there a bathroom somewhere up here?" I said, and without waiting for a reply, I opened the first door in the hallway and peeked in.

A made bed, complete with white sheets and pillows, was fit into one corner with a small bed-stand and lamp. Other than that, the room was empty. I wavered in the doorway and then closed the door again. The next door was also another bedroom, and the one after that, and the other one after that. All three bedrooms had different sized and colored beds and bed-stands. "What is this? A hotel?" I asked, as I reached Melissa, Michelle, and Yara, "It's creepy."

"It's fortunate," Michelle said, "Four bedrooms, four of us. I don't have to share with Saryl." She smiled contentedly.

"Okay whatever," I pointed at the other two doors I hadn't looked through yet, "One of them a bathroom?"

"No," Yara said, "They're both empty." She adjusted the glasses on her face, "But there is a chair."

I raised my eyebrows, "A chair. Great."