Twisted

Chapter 8:

~Alaina's POV~

Small amounts of pain shoot through my abdomen as Billy helps me into my house. "Is there anyone here to help you?"he asks as he looks around. Out of the corner of my eye I see Mj near the upstairs balcony. "Nope, no one will be here for hours."I say slightly louder than normal. She gets the hint and disappears in the shadows.

"Really?" "Yeah."I tell him as I let go and set my bag down on the couch. This sudden breeze gently begins to blow on my exposed skin. My eyes jump to the still slightly open door and this uneasy feeling begins to arise. Carefully I stand straight up allowing my eyes to jump around in search of anything I can use to protect myself.

         Why am I so worried right now? It's Billy he wouldn't hurt me, would he? "Okay well I'm going to head out, umm call me if you need anything. Okay?" I give him a simple nod before turning around and wrapping my arms around his neck. "Thanks for everything Billy." I feel his arms carefully wrap around my waist, afraid to hurt me. "Anytime."and with that he leaves.

          After getting things put away I crash on the couch and try to relax. I pop a pill in my pill and begin to toy with it before swallowing it. After a while I begin to feel extremely tired and before I know it my eyes close.

      Out of nowhere I feel this hard kick to the couch making me practically leap to my feet. I don't bother checking who it is because this is my house and there is no way I'm going down in my own house. Whoever it was gets slammed against the wall my hands clasping their throat as tight as possible, until I realize it's MJ. "Jesus, MJ, What the hell are you doing?" "Way to stay on guard."she says with an eye roll. "Relax I had some errands to run, but I'm back now."

       I sigh in relief as I make my way back to my couch. "What is that?"I ask as I plop my feet on the arm of the couch. "It's a fucking teddy bear." She tosses it to me and I catch it perfectly with my one hand. "You got coffee?" "Yeah it's in the kitchen, down the hall." I listen carefully as her footsteps fade.

       I place my hands behind my head as I close my eyes when I feel the coolness of a blade pressed against my throat. My eyes shoot open to see ghost face starring at me. "Go ahead then, do it."I say showing no fear. He doesn't move. "Do it you fucking pussy." Again he doesn't move. "Fine then I'll do something then." I throw one of my legs up and kick the top of his head. He groans in pain and drops the knife. I drop to the ground and snag the knife, taking Ghost face's legs out in the process.

       Pain riddles my whole body because of my wounds. I try to make a run for it but he grabs me and throws me back over the couch, my grip still firm on the handle of the blade. Quickly I stand and begin jabbing at him with the blade. I get a nice cut along his side making him scream. It's then I begging to struggle as I feel the intense in my stomach. Thankfully I am still strong enough to put up a fight. Unfortunately one jab misses allowing him to grab the knife from my hand. "Shit!"

     He starts to trying to stab me but I move out of his reach. I stumble slightly giving him the opportunity the grab me from behind, once again pressing the blade to my throat. I don't give up though as I use my weight to slam him against the wall, making a few pictures fall to the ground and shatter.

      Out of the corner of my eye I see MJ run out of the kitchen. "Let go of her."she demands as she pulls a gun on him. He turns to her and releases me, air begging to fill my lungs. "Alaina, get over here." I do as she says and stand behind her. "Well, well look what we have here."I smirk as I cross my arms over my chest. MJ gives an amused chuckle as we continue watching ghost face.

      "I mean, do you seriously not know who you're fucking with?"she asks rhetorically. "Now get your friend to get the fuck over here."she demands. Out of the shadows another masked ghost face steps forward and along side the other. This one seems a lot taller.  Then out of nowhere the first masked figure lunges forward making the gun go off and shoot my ceiling. "Fucking seriously?!"I yell. MJ lands harshly on the ground and begins laughing but I don't find it very funny, in fact I'm in pain and quite annoyed.

       I quickly grab the knife stashed in MJ's boot and tackle the killer. We fall harshly but I still some how manage to get on top of him and press the blade to his throat. "I dare you, I fucking dare to try that shit again asshole."I spit out, pain consuming me.