Misunderstood

Chapter Six

Sahara’s POV

“Good evening ladies and gents, and might I say that you all look very lovely tonight,” the TV turns on, showing the face, well the mask, of the man I can truly say will haunt my dreams for years to come. 

“Bastard,” I murmur, more to myself than to anyone else. Who does this guy think he is? 

“Now, now Sahara no need to get ugly,” the voice states with a tsk, turning to where I am sitting in Ashton’s lap on the recliner and giving me a sadistic grin. I feel Ashton’s arms tighten around my waist as the face continues to stare at us, and I can’t help but lean back into the comfort of his body. 

“Why? You’re planning to kill us anyway, so why does it matter if I’m rude?” I ask harshly, already tired of him toying with us. 

“None of you have to die tonight. That’s not what I”m here for, I actually want all of you to live. There are just some things that we need to get out into the open,” he smirks, the mask moving slightly on his face as he changes facial expressions. I turn to see that everyone else in the room is staring fearfully at the television, waiting for what the masked psycho has to say next, and I hate to say that I am no different as I wait to hear his next instructions. 

“I hate seeing that the party got busted so soon, I was having such a great time. But, I guess that speeds things up a little,” he says thoughtfully with a shrug as if thinking through his plan. None of us say a word, just taking in everything that psycho says. “Well I just stopped in to tell you all that even though the party is over I’m still watching, it shouldn’t be too long now until we get things started. Ta ta for now,” he grins and with a wicked wave the television shuts off. 

I can feel the tension through out the room, everyone reeling after what the psycho just said. But, as I think about it, I realize he did say none of us had to die…we just needed to let our secrets out into the open. I sigh and lean back into Ashton as I realize that is one thing that I do not want to do.

“We can get out of this guys,” Ashton finally speaks up, since he is the oldest of our group-other than the police- he feels the need to dedicate the leader role to himself. “We just need to figure out who this guy is and what he really wants, then we can get out of here,” he states calmly as if his decision is the easiest thing in the world. 

“Oh yeah, because we all know a masked murderer that wants to know our secrets. We went out for dinner last week, we can just tell him this is all a big mix-up,” Harper retorts sarcastically, giving Ashton a glare. 

I open my mouth to reply to her, there’s no need to be hateful when we are all in this together. But my mouth closes again when I hear a chuckle coming from the corner. We all turn to see Mr. Winchester shaking with laughter at Harper’s statement, of course he finds her funny. I turn back and see Harper grinning over at him with a mixture of admiration and self pride in her eyes as she figures out she’s the one that has made him laugh. Seriously Harper, you’re sitting in Luke’s lap. Quit thinking with your vagina. 

“What are we supposed to do?” I finally breath out to Ashton, he seems the most calm in this situation. All the rest of us are shaking with fear, he’s the only one that seems to be thinking straight. 

“We just try to think about who this could be. Who would want me, you, Luke, and Harper, and Michael to let our secrets out. Who’s a person we all have in common?” Ashton shrugs, pushing me off of him so he can go sit on the floor in front of the coffee table, motioning for all of us to join him. 

I watch as he grabs a notepad and a pen, thinking about people that we would all know so he can make a list of suspects I guess. I honestly think this is a stupid idea but I decide to go with it while we have nothing better.