« Don't touch me! ». I shot up in the black bed in a cold sweat. My head was pounding so hard and harsh I had to squint my eyes. The woman was gone, and sunlight shinned through the white curtains into the plain room. Wait, did I? I look over to my left and Tate was sleeping on his back with his arm over his head. « Oh crap ». I mumbled. I slowly got up from the bed, which made my head pound even harder.
I searched the floor for my shirt but couldn't find it anywhere.
« It's downstairs ». Tate yawned. I jumped out of my skin as soon as I heard his voice.
« Oh uh... ». Unfortunately that's all I could manage to say at the time. He sighed and rose from the bed, and opened his door gesturing me out. We walked downstairs and the house was spotless. For a huge party, there wasn't even a drop of alcohol on the floor. What's weird.
« It's in the laundry room ». He led us into a small room in his kitchen that had a washer and dryer, and pulled my clean t-shirt out. « Your shirt had alcohol on it, so I washed it ». He tossed my shirt to me and closed the door.
« Oh, thank you ». I replied. I took the shirt I had on off and started to put mine back on. Once again, I saw him staring at me with that look. A look i would never understand until later. «Where's Anna? ». I asked him.
« She went home about a half hour ago». He explained.
« She left without me? ». I asked again.
« Yeah i guess she did ». He yawned again. There was an awkward pause between us, I didn't know what to do at this point.
« Larson! How wonderful to see you ». Mrs. Dire smiled at me as she came down the stairs.
« Hello Mrs. Dire ». I smiled back at her. It seemed like she always had some sort of business outfit on. Maybe she was a lawyer.
« Are you joining us for breakfast? ». She asked politely.
« Oh I should probably get going ». I told them. Tate was going to say something, but his mother beat him to it.
« Nonsense! Come on, I make some mean pancakes ». She winked at me. Tate shrugged his shoulders, and him and I sat down in the dinning room. It was a large, brown table with eight chairs lined down it. The carving in the wood was so memorizing it was its own illusion.
« So i see you met my mom ». He chuckled.
« How did you find me? ». I asked him. He scratched his head for a while and looked down.
« What do you mean? ». He asked cautiously.
« I was in the forest, and you found me there. What we're doing in there in the first place? ».
« Well, I was just taking a hike to get away from the world ». He stuttered.
« He's lying ». The voice told me. I was beginning to like my little friend inside my head. I continued to stare at him and he buckled.
« Alright I was, I was following you ». He explained.
« Why? ». I replied. He started scratching his head again and was trying to find a way out.
« I wanted to make sure your okay ». He smiled.
« You don't know anything about me ». I proclaimed.
« We know a lot more then you think Larson ». Mrs. Dire came out smiling with two plates of food. I looked away from him and took in the marvelous masterpiece of food right in front of me.
« Wow, this looks amazing! ». I gasped. They both chuckled and began to chow down on the glorious food. « Mrs. Dire, may I please ask you a question? ». I said after swallowing my food.
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The Wailing
AdventureLarson Mack is your ordinary teenager out cast. Never invited to homecoming, never done anything risky, and always kept to himself. Coming from an abusive house hold, his best friend Anna and himself, meet a new group of people who just moved into t...
