7. Emily

SEVEN

EMILY

I don't know his name, and I don't know what he looks like, but I feel safe with White Eyes. He has an aura which tells me he wants to protect me. Yet I watch him walk out of the door, and leave me with Red Eyes. Now the aura around him screams blood and death.

"Don't worry little tiger, I don't bite." My body shivers, the fucking computer voice creeps the shit out of me. "I promised my brother I'd protect you."

Is that meant to make me feel better, I ask myself.

"My brother has a feeling about you, I'm choosing to trust him!" Red Eyes, lifts his mask a little and smokes his cigarette leaning back on the couch, his shoes on the coffee table. I could tell him to get his boots off, but I think his boots cost more than the table does.

I look at the man lying on the floor, then glance to the bedroom at the two dead bodies. They killed those men as if it was nothing, something they do on a weekend. It was like they knew where to hit them, where it would hurt.

I'm in more danger than I thought and the people who are willing to help me are the four faceless men.

"How long will they be there?" I ask, turning to Red Eyes who's tapping on his phone.

He turns his head a little to the right into my room and I see his lip curl up. If I could see his face, I bet he would feel happy seeing them on the floor.

"Clean-up is on the way." He goes back to his phone and I walk over and sit on the chair to the side.

The silence is horrible, but I don't think any of them are very talkative, unless it's with each other.

I look back over at my bedroom, this can not be happening, this is a nightmare and I'll wake up soon. Please wake up .

"How am I meant to sleep-"

"You won't be staying here," Red Eyes cuts me off. I look over at him rolling up a joint, how much do these people smoke? "One of two things will happen. One - I slit your throat, two - we keep you safe in a safe home." He lifts his mask a little, placing the joint between his lips and lights it.

"You don't have any reason to kill me-" I stop when he starts laughing and it's a horrible devilish sound. I pull my legs closer to my chest, nervously pulling the sleeves of my sweatshirt down.

"I can give half a million reasons," he says.

"Someone offered half a million pounds to kill me?" I ask in shock.

I didn't see anything, and if I got anything on my phone, I'm sure they would find it.

"Will you protect me?" I ask in a whisper. I refused their help before, but I can't die until I find my sister.

"I'll wait to see what my brothers say." He gets back to tapping on his phone.

I lean back further into the chair, just watching him get on with life as if nothing has happened, he hasn't just helped kill people.

This is the first dead body I've ever seen. I want to run, but where do I run to? I have no one to go to.

Even though I know this isn't the life my parents wanted for me. Who would? But it's the life I've been handed and now I have to not only find my sister but also fight whoever it is that wants me dead.

"Do you have any family?" I ask, but I'm returned with silence. "Are the four of you family?" Again nothing and I have a feeling I can ask a hundred questions he won't answer one of them.

"Hey Princess," I turn to Red Eyes on the phone, still using his computer voice.

It gives me a few questions now. Do they have sex with the masks on, do they have girlfriends, do they even have a heart to care for anyone else? There are so many questions, and they won't answer anything.

"Won't be back tonight... You okay?-" That honestly sounds like he cares. "-Promise I'll make it up to you. Have they left?... Send me a message when they do." He ends the call and continues to smoke his joint.

"Is that a girlfriend or someone to keep your bed warm at night?" The second I finish my question his head snaps to face me and I know straight away it was the wrong thing to ask.

I'm sure if I could see his eyes right now he would kill me with them.

"I'm sorry." The two words escape in the tiniest voice I've ever used.

He goes back to smoking his joint lying down on the sofa. I drink my beer waiting for White Eyes to come back. He gave me some sort of weird type of safety.

"My parents used to tell me fear was just a way to make you understand the life thrown to you." I take a sip of my beer and I'm not sure if he's listening to me or not, but I continue to talk. "They fell in love on the first day of college. From seventeen they knew they would be together forever." I look down at my hands and pull the sleeves to my hoodie up a little to see the tattoo I had in the memory of my parents. An anchor with mum and dad on the top with their date of death; some might think I'm crazy but I got the coordinates of the place where the car crashed. I move my thumb over their names taking in a deep breath to keep my emotions together.

"They were my role models for the perfect marriage, that's what I wanted. But the day my sister was taken everything changed-"

"You think telling me this will change my mind, you're wrong. At the moment your story is your fantasy because again we can't seem to find anything on you." He sits back up, blunting out his joint and throws it into the beer bottle. "You're starting to piss me off, even shut up or I might have to shut you up myself."

I lean back in my seat, and look out the window. This is going to be a long night, and until White Eyes comes back, I'm going to stay quiet, because Red Eyes is scaring the crap out of me, with the more words he says.

I go back to a time which was simple, nice, I had my family, and I hope I can get an hour's sleep because my eyes are hurting from the lack of sleep.