Be mine Valentine - Horror

The Vent

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A year had gone by and I never questioned what happened in that room that night. All I know is it wasn’t Rouge that got shot.

“OK, we just need $1000 dollars and we can get the tickets.” Alex was sitting on my bed counting a pile of cash. All summer we had been doing car washes lemonade stands and babysitting to raise enough money for the plane tickets to Australia. Since Alex was going to come with us we needed to get more for a third one. So far we had collected $1200 which includes our pocket money for the whole year. It’s the end of the week and were all getting our pocket money, I get $550 and so does Claudia. Alex gets over $800 because he is older. So that makes a total of: $1,900. Yes, just enough and extra for a hotel. Alex’s birthday is in a couple of days and Claudia and I are planning to take Alex for a holiday to Australia (That’s what the parents will think but instead were going to find my old home.) Yes, it was a complicated plan but we were determined to go through with it. 

“This is exciting!” Claudia said jumping up and down beside Alex. I smiled and nodded.

“Just think about it I’ll get a tan and everyone will be J.E.A.L.O.U.S jealous!” She squeaked. Alex rolled his eyes I laughed at him. It took him a long time to get over his break up with Beatrice. Long nights crying and eating ice cream, it was kind of creepy the way he acted, like a girl. His blues eyes sparkled and I fell into a day dream.

He stood up and walked over to me.

“Hey I have to go but thank you for having me.” He leaned in I took a step back but, then let him. Our lips touched for a second then he pulled away and walked out. I was left wide eyed. 

“Val? Val? What are you looking at? Is there something on my face?” Alex said with a frown of confusion across his face. I shook my head trying to get the thought out of my head. I had to stop thinking about him like that, he was just my friend. We heard a knock on the front door from downstairs. I got up and went to answer it. 

“Hey Vally, are my kids here?” Emma asked. She was wearing her bathing suit again. Just her bathing suit. Uh that was awkward. I called the others to come downstairs.

“God mum did you drive in that did you?” Claudia asked disgusted.

“Ha-ha! No, I walked” Emma grinned. Claudia put her head in her hand. I giggled and waved good bye. I closed the door and put my back to it. Shutting my eyes I went over in my mind on what my house would have looked like before it was burnt. There was a bang coming from a vent under the stairs. Rouge was out at book club and Billy was playing poker with friends so I was alone. I frowned and walked slowly towards it. I jumped as there was another bang. My heart was beating faster as I knelt down. My hand shook and I put my hand against the vent. I felt a cool breather coming from inside. I freaked out as I felt someone whispering into my hand. 

“Hello?” There was no answer but another big breathe came from behind it.

“Valentine, you’re just going crazy! It’s probably just the air conditioning.” I said to myself. I stood up and turned around to find myself facing the hallway mirror. I fixed my hair and took a deep breathe. I let out a scream and grab a cane from the stand and held it to my chest. Facing the vent I felt my body buckle. I looked into his teary eyes from behind the vent. I slid to the ground crying. There was blood now dripping from the vent. Oh God I couldn’t stand it.

“P-p-p-plea-please. Hel-p” He said silently. I nodded through my tears. It was him, the man from the room where Rouge had killed him. Wait I thought he was dead? I crawled over to him cane scrapping the wooden floor. My hand slipped and It fell in the small pile of blood. I made a noise. I sniffled and opened the vent with shaky hands. The vent door came undone and I dropped it to the side. The vent was made so a man could fit through.  There was a loud crack and the man groaned. 

“Ouch.” He murmured. 

“Do, do you need help getting out?” I asked. He shook his head. 

“I thought you were dead.” He shook his head again.

“Move.” I did what I was told. There were more cracking noises and many cries from the pain. All I thought was how he survived a year in a vent with no food or water and a gun wound. It just didn’t make sense. Finally he had half his body out but he was panting. His weak legs dragged after him. I decided I would help him. I stood up and grabbed his arms. He looked at me and I yanked him out. I fell backwards into the hall table. The mirror fell on my head and broke. Everything went black. 

“Daddy! Daddy! Ahhhh!” I screamed. Fire was surrounding me and my dad was on the other side trying to get to me, but it was to late the fire took him away from me and I was left in a field of grass. It was dark and there was a cow mooing. I started screaming hoping someone would find me but it seemed like I was there for hours. There was a flask of light and I saw two figure coming towards me. They were two men dressed in police uniforms. One of them picked me up and handed me to the other one. He hushed and shushed me till I fell asleep sucking my thumb.

“Ow!” I sat up a little to fast and felt dizzy. Was I dreaming I thought? There was red all over my big puffy T-shirt. I looked around me and laid my eyes on something big sitting up next to me. 

“You all right?” A deep voice asked. I nodded and rubbed my eyes. I stood up slowly and found a big piece of glass in my right arm. I tried not to cry out loud from all the blood dripping. I bit my lip and pulled it out. I held onto my arm and let a few tears out. He looked up at me in sympathy. 

“Are you all right?” I asked. 

“Agh, I’m hungry.” He grunted, I laughed, of course why wouldn’t he be. I helped him up the stairs to my room. In the bathroom I made up a bath for him and let him get cleaned. 

“I have to take you to a hospital.” I said from the other side of the door. 

“Yes,” he said, “I think my leg is broken.” I looked at my arm. I went back down stairs into the laundry and turned on the taps. I washed my arm under cold water then got a towel. It kept bleeding so I went for the first aid kit. I found a bandage and some disinfectant. I took it back upstairs. 

“I might need some help getting out of here.” He said in the now drained tub with a towel on top of him. I had a disgusted look on my face. 

“Um, one sec OK?” I found my phone and dialed Alex’s number.

“Hey Alex I need your help.” I said in a sniffly voice. 

“Val, are you OK? What happened?” I couldn’t help it I started crying and told him how I found someone  in a vent in my house and that I cut myself really badly.

An hour passed and Alex finally arrived. I let him in and he looked at the blood all over my clothes. He didn’t say anything. I felt light headed and needed to sit down. Come on I did just find a guy who had been shoved into a vent, got knocked out by a mirror and find a chunk of glass in my arm! As I was saying. My head felt like it was going to explode, the last thing I remembered was me falling into Alex’s arms and him carrying me up the stairs into darkness.