Rustling came from inside my room. The thief searched for something, not that there was something they didn’t take. I heard hands searching through various places in my room. A satisfied breath was released when they found what they were looking for. The burning flare of the fire light the room, and the sizzle of the match echoed quietly. A quick breath blew out the match, indicating they lit a candle.
Heavy footsteps walked across the damaged floor. They were thumps, instead of a soft patter. Whoever was in the room was male; women tend to look under things before rifling through them. The way the floor shifted and creaked gave away their physical appearance. The man was tallish and muscular, instead of short and lanky.
The man wandered back out of the room, and I figured I should come out of my hiding spot. If the man found me hiding, he wouldn’t take me as seriously if I just barged in and confronted him.
I made noise so it could sound like I had just walked into the building. I heard the man’s footstep sulk toward my room, and I turned my back toward the entrance.
“Who are you?” the man asked, confused.
“I should be asking you that.” I said, assertively.
My guesses on his appearance were right. He was about 6’0 and was kind of muscular.
“I’m Mason Brackley. Now who are you?”
Oh. He is Mary's brother, probably older.
“Give me some background on yourself. Like why the hell are you in my house?”
“This is your house? Mary told me it was okay to come here. You do know Mary, right?”
“Brackley. Blonde, same height as me.”
“That’s the one.” he assured. “Now tell me your name, sweet cheeks.”
“Parker Leighton. Only Parker. Never anything else. No sweet cheeks, no babe. Nothing but Parker.”
“Jacob, can I ask you a question?”
“It's Mason, and sure.”
“Where is all my stuff? My money and my food.”
He smiled at me and left the room. That damn boy hid my stuff.
“Here you go.” he said, handing my stuff to me.
“You’re smart, Parker. And brave. First, you stand in my face, I could be a potential killer, and yet you still didn’t back down.”
A huge grin split his face, amused at my personality. I raised an eyebrow at him, question why he was so amazed.
“And you’re so pretty. But long hair isn’t really my thing.”
I rolled my eyes and chuckled at him.
“Good, because my hair isn’t here to please you.”
He laughed and nodded his head.
“I think we should go find Mary.” I said, kind of creeped out by him.
“Ok.”
We climbed down my fire escape, and I pushed the ladder up on each flight we passed.
“Damn, Parker. You’re so badass. Made yourself a home and everything.”
“Mason, you talk about me like you’re my biggest fan.”
“I am.” he whispered, not thinking I could hear him.
I laughed quietly to myself.
I spotted Mary watching a street performer, with a huge smile spread across her face.
Mason yelled/whispered to Mary. She walked over, still watching the man play his guitar.
“C’mon Mary, let’s go.”
We walked away from the little crowd of people.
“So, how do you like my brother?” Mary asked
Mason smiled so big his eyes scrunched up.
“First, he broke into my house, and tried to steal my belongings. He told me he’d like me better if I cut my hair. And his compliments are creeping me out.”
They both laughed the exact same laugh.
“And why didn’t you tell me you had a brother? We’ve known each other for 20 ye-”
My body was snatched from the sidewalk abruptly.
Light from the street were no longer in my view.
I was pulled into a dark alleyway.
A/n WHY IS THIS SO SHORT ?!?!
YOU ARE READING
1954 - h.s.
Fanfic“Parker, run!” I grabbed his hand and began to run. He let go of my hand and ran alongside me. I wasn’t going to run without him. I wasn’t going to lose another person, not again. I kept running as fast as I could, until he stopped running. I stopp...
