The Devil Within || The Boy

ten; one night out

Song might need to be played twice!
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I had locked myself in my room for the remainder of the day after I stormed off back inside. I had started getting ready around 5:30. I also spent half the time debating whether i should go or not. I already agreed into going but i could still make up an exuse into not being able to go. I've catched a cold? Family emergency? I have my childhood friend in hiding, and he might or might not kill me? oh god what would Brahms think?

I was just finishing my hair, giving it one last brush. I gave myself one last look at my outfit. I decided to go in casual outfit, after all were going for drinks not dinner. I took a deep breath as i gathered my things in my hand. I glance at the clock, which read seven fourty-eight. I quickly realized it would be best to leave a note for Brahms, so he will know i'm ok and i'll be back. I grab a single piece of paper and a pen from my desk.

I quickly scibble down, as i am also trying to beat scott to the door, before he can get here.

Brahms, once you read this
i'll be gone. Do not panic.
I only went out with a friend.
I should be back within an hour or two.
-Scarlett

Can this boy even read? i shake my head and hope he will be able to understand it.

Two minutes had passed before I took a deep breath. I opened the my bedroom door quite slowly. I stood for a good minute as I listened for any sign of Brahms. Nothing was heard, so i started to making my way to the hall. I picked up my pace to the stair, and going down, but not too loud enough to be heard. I left the note on the console table that stood near the door. I grab my keys and quickly slip out the door.

Scott comes in sight just parking his motorcycle which shocked me the least. Walking up to him as i watch him take his helmet off. "i never took you as a motorcyclist" I told him. He let out a laugh shaking his head. "Hop on" He said handing me a helmet. It made curious since he pulled it out of no where. I take it in my hands,
also taking the chance to glance back at the manor. The only light was the front door lights and the lamp posts that lead up with the drive way. Other than that the moon was the only source of light down the manor.

Before i knew i put on the helmet and hopped on behind him. "Let's go"

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I watched as Scott sped away on his motorcycle. I glance at time on my phone which read 12:41 a.m. I closed up the gate and make way down the path to my home.

I had the best time with Scott. We talked about all sorts of things - from where we're from, school, family to friends. Speaking of friends - one of his long time friend Dylan joined us for drinks. Scott said he was only in town for a couple of days and asked if he could join us, of course I agreed. They were both really cool and funny. I learned a lot about both of them. The night was spent with drinks and laughter. I felt good since it has felt like a long time since i've gone out.

It was not long when i reached the tall wooden doors. Opening the door slowly, I notice the house was awfully quiet. It gave the house such an eerie vibe. The feeling I hadn't felt since the first time I saw Brahms. I shook my head. I seriously need to stop thinking the worst. Brahms probably didn't even notice I was gone.

My thoughts were cut short when my chest collapsed as the air escaped my lungs. Brahms stood with his hand around my neck in a tight grip. I gulped and gasped for air as he pushed me against the nearest wall. "B-brahms." I spoke struggling against his firm grip.

"You. Left." He said sternly and nothing with a stone cold look. "Please." I clawed at his arm, trying anything to get him to let go of me. He seemed to get angrier by the second. I felt his other arm raising it to get a fistful of my hair and pulling it. His grip loosened as I let out a yelp. 

I gasped as i was dropped to the floor. I was coughing violently as I was finally able to breath. "Please, Brahms" I gasp as I felt a tight grip on the back of my neck, slightly also gripping my hair. I felt him pulling up, forcing me to quickly get up. "Brahms, please stop!" I whimper at the pain. He dragged me till we were near the kitchen. With his free hand he opened up to see be a hidden door, that I never knew existed. I was quickly pulled through this unfamiliar door. Before I knew it was I was tumbling down wooden stairs.

I was now on the floor with my eyes shut closed, as aching pain shot through my body. why Brahms? i groaned as i tried lifting myself up, but it felt as all energy left my body. I stayed limp on the cold stone floor. I felt a hand caress my face. My visions was hazy as I looked up to Brahms.

"Mine. All mine." I heard moments before the light went completely out with a hard slam.