Undefined Love

Chapter 32: The Devil's Work

Ray'vn's P.O.V

The door opened.

I saw the body structure of a man but I couldn't get a good look at his face. He stepped farther into the kitchen...

Shawn.

My blood ran cold as my mind replayed the events of a few days ago. I then began to feel sick to my stomach. 

As Shawn stepped farther into the kitchen, he flipped the light switch. Nothing.

I knew what he'd do next.

I grabbed my phone quickly shoving it in my pocket, swiftly sliding against the wall out of his view from the kitchen. But sadly I wasn't very fortunate.

When he went downstairs, I heard the loud clicking of the switches on the fuse box. I looked across at the kitchen door where Shawn had came in, a figure stood in place as if guarding the door.

There was no way I could possible run out without him knowing. Where would I go anyways? 

Either way I was out of luck.

His footsteps shuffled around before he began coming up the stairs. Many possibilities were running through my mind, figuring out a plan on how to get out of this.

I creeped out of the lounge quickly, heading for the living room.

They say when you're scared the last thing to do is look back or look down; any direction in which whatever you were running from is. Unlikely, I did the opposite. I focused more on watching to see at what moment Shawn came through the basement door, instead of in front of me.

By the time he reached the top of the stairs again, my heart raced. It was dark and bad enough that I couldn't see, I managed to trip over the coffee table.

I slammed my elbow against the floor when I fell.

All the nerves in my arm seemed to stop working correctly as it instantly became numb and the only thing I felt was a shooting pain through my right arm. "What the f-" was the only words I heard escape Shawn's lips since he'd come in the house. He made his way toward the family room. I sprang back to my feet, maneuvering my way around to find somewhere to hide. He already knew someone was here.

As my hand explored the walls, a knob was at my fingertips. I knew it hadn't been the front door because I didn't feel rain as it opened. Thankfully, I knew it was the coat closet.

I jumbled my way through the stuff on the floor to cover myself in the corner of the small space to help hide myself.

I was covered but my eyesight was clear enough for me to see the light from a phone or something, wandering the living room. Then there were voices.

"Yeah someone's in here somewhere... you sure... guard the door... no, it's fine. I'll find them..."

Those were the words of the distant conversation I heard before I heard the familiar click of a gun.

Oh my-

My heart was beating to jump out of my chest a mile of a minute as the sound had been so known to me.

I quietly dragged my phone out my pocket to quickly try to call Chris. My body froze and I was stuck having seen the light rest upon the closet door. I braced myself.

I stuck the phone between my legs.

The door opened. I laid there awaiting my discovery. But it never came.