Slumber Party Horrors

A Person Unknown (Part 7)

Kyle Landon hunkered himself down into the bushes that decorated the front of the Marque house. He had slipped his body into the thick bushes by the front door. His ears listened closely as the screaming and fighting from inside had erupted. The window in the upstairs hallway had been kept open, so the yelling and fighting from upstairs had been clearly audible.

"Sounds to me like someone is about to leave," he whispered to himself, rubbing his dirty-caked hands together. "This may be my one and only chance to take her and make her mine."

He took his pocket knife out of his pocket, and it gleamed in the milky moonlight. He licked his lips. It had taken some deep thinking to come up with this devious plan, and if he failed, there was no relapse from embarrassment.

After talking to his drug-addict and promiscuous guy friends who got all the more aroused from the appearance of Sam, they had come to the conclusion that she either submit to his hand in marriage, or submit to blade of his knife across her neck.

His evil smile was full of delight as the thought of this plan circled in his head.

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"What in the actual HELL happened here?" Sam said, dropping all the board games at the top of the steps. She covered her mouth, looking at Pomegranate sitting on Samuel's chest, about to throw another punch at him. Samuel had his mouth covered, so Sam couldn't see all the blood dripping between his teeth.

Pomegranate got up off of Samuel's chest, and walked over to Sam, lifting her up by the collar of her pajamas.

"Stona stole your brother from me. I decided that I would show them what was so scary about me after Samuel said he didn't like being around be because I scared him. Stona took off down the stairs running like a little bitch as I tried to go after her. I decided to let her go and start throwing punches at Samuel. He didn't fight back," she said through the anger in her voice.

Sam's ears fell back flat against her hair and her tail fell between her legs.

"You hurt them?!" Sam shouted. Her cat fangs were sharp and fit the tone of her voice. Her fear didn't show through her voice like it had through her body language. She looked over at her brother to see him pushing himself up, wiping the blood from his mouth. Sam looked from her brother, back to Pomegranate.

"I hurt your brother," Pomegranate explained, "and I'll hurt you too..."

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Stona had found a closet to hide in on the second floor. It was a large coat closet, but it was hidden down a dark hall. She normally wouldn't have gone down there, but she was more afraid of getting punched by Pomegranate than she was of the dark.

She was shivering in fear, and she curled herself as far back as she could in the closet. She was as quiet as she could have ever possibly been. Stona was not risking anything to be found by Pomegranate.

~

"Pomegranate, why?" Sam said, as Pomegranate punched her in the stomach. She fell back onto the railing that overlooked the foyer. Samuel got up and tried holding Pomegranate back so she couldn't throw another punch at his sister. He wasn't trying to hurt her, he was just trying to hold her back, and he succeeded.

"If it weren't for you," Pomegranate said as she scratched at the air in between herself and Sam," I wouldn't have met Samuel and fell in love with him. You introduced me to him and I immediately fell in love. This is your fault too."

"What kind of logic is that?" Sam said, through gritted teeth. She held onto the rail that was practically her only protection from her falling over the banister.

"It's just the truth, you big-tit whore," Pomegranate snapped.

Samuel wanted to spit an insult at her, but kept his mouth shut. He didn't want to fuel Pomegranate's anger any longer.

"You're just upset that you don't have a body like me, and that boys don't like you like they like Stona and I. You're upset because you'll never have a man. You're a flat, bitchy slut who has no looks or personality. You pull your panties all the way up so they hug your body to make you look like you have an ass. You stuff your bra because you have no tits. You're fake. That's why you can't have anything or anyone. Nobody likes a fake bitch," Sam snapped back. Sam was normally never one to throw insults, but she had had it. Her true best friend was nowhere to be seen, and her brother was caked with dry blood and blue bruises all over. Sam didn't know who this Pomegranate character was. This was someone else. This was not one of her best friends.

"That's it!" Pomegranate screamed, and she bit down on Samuel's arm. Samuel screamed in pain and let go of Pomegranate. Pomegranate pushed at Sam, but Sam swung herself over the banister. It was her only route of escape at the moment. She hung onto the very edge of the banister, her sharp, pastel pink painted nails digging into the carpet. Once she was no longer able to keep her fingers on the edge of the banister, she would fall. It was a decent drop until she would hit the floor.