Terror
1779 Words
Davina’s Pov
I could barely breathe staring at Theo, my chest became tight and my heart wouldn't stop its' thundering, am I attracted to my step-brother? All my life I have never had a type, I didn't even have that much experience in romance. As a teen I was focused on staying out of trouble and making my mom happy, and in college, I never cared about guys. It was just me and my books, so that is why this is a total shock to me.
The need I felt was such a shock, the need to be touched in all parts of my body by him, the feeling was so intense and foreign to me. I have never been this attracted to anyone to be honest, and Theo doesn’t seem like the type that will be interested in me either.
He seems like someone who would like his women to be wild and sexy not a plain, dull person like me, who can hardly say a word around him. I am just too plain, there's nothing interesting about me, not my average face and definitely not my body.
The both of us are so different from each other, where my face and body are average, Theo was anything but, he has angular, defined features, that tapered to a pointed chin with a well-chiseled and strong jawline with a straight nose and juicy full lips, that are a light shade of pink.
Theo's face is beautiful but what draws me the most to him are his eyes. They held the most beautiful blue I have ever seen, deep and pulling like the ocean. Add that to his short brown hair and tall intimidating frame and Theo cut a figure of the perfect male specimen.
He has all these great features, but he is bad news. The little time I spent with Theo and his siblings while I lived showed the type of person he is. Arrogant, petulant and stubborn, qualities of a typical man with an oversized ego. Yet I feel this attraction to him, perhaps the worst part is that he is my step-brother and if I remembered correctly the one person who hated me the most.
“Is everything ok?” Mom asked while he made a small animalistic sound which got me even more scared, there is something weird about him, his eyes seemed to be more blue than moments ago and his muscles looked like they are getting bigger and bigger.
He hasn't taken his eyes off me yet, he steps toward me but his brother Jamie stops him, I have no idea what they are talking about. But they both looked at me, Theo grunted and stormed out of the house with Jamie and Finn in tow.
“Are you ok?” Mom asked as she came back to my side.
“Yeah, I don’t know. I'm a little startled,” I said and she nodded hugging me.
“Mom, Theo's eyes changed and his muscles got bigger, I swear…”
“It is a skin condition,” Aubrey cut in, I almost forgot she was there.
“A skin condition?”
“Yes, Steve has it too. I can't believe poor Theo has it now, why don't we go into your room and talk more about your journey,” mom said pulling towards the stairs
“Oh,” I mouthed still puzzled but I had no choice but to believe their words.
It is crazy, the whole day has been crazy, but what is more crazy is that after everything I saw just now, it doesn't change my thoughts about Theo, I want him to still touch me, I feel a newly awakened part of me that yearned for him, that needs him.
I must be going nuts having improper thoughts about my step-brother, even though I still hate him.
********
Mom and Aubrey let me settle down after showing me my room, the room wasn’t what I expected. It was huge and painted all pink like a princess room, the room coloured matches with the bed, the expensive wardrobe and the mirror.
My mom really outdid herself it was beautiful but not for me, I just want something plain just like me, something ordinary and normal. And also I'll be staying for only two weeks, these didn't seem necessary.
I also don't want the Marshalls troubles in any way, Aubrey has been so nice even though her closeness with my mom feels weird but she might change anytime just like her brothers did.
I tired from the days journey, so after arranging my clothes, in the drawer, I decided to draw up a bath for myself, I was about to go to the bathroom when my phone rang.
“Hello baby,” my aunt's pleasant voice sung out.
“You need to stop calling me that, I’m 22 Aunt Mary,” I cautioned but like always she just hissed playfully.
“How was your journey? Hope it wasn’t stressful? Did you by chance meet a new hot guy that swept you off your feet? No one asked you to join him in the first class cabin to spend together, just like those novel you read?” She laughed as she playfully mocked me but it is just as embarrassing hearing her say it, even if she was teasing.
“Aunt Mary, if you put it like that, it seems so unreal but it isn’t,” I countered in my own teasing tone.
“You are just like your father, so delusional. So how is your mother, is she ok?”
At my aunt's mentioning of my mother, I became irritated remembering the scene from earlier. The way she called Aubrey and the way they acted like real mother and daughter. What is more annoying is that I feel like they are hiding something from me.
“She is, I miss you already Aunty,” I coed.
“You mean you miss my food,” she laughed which made me happy. She has been there for me since I left Mom, she made up for both my mom and dad's absence in any way she could. And I know focusing on me is the reason she is unmarried even though she denies it.
“You bet,” I said and suddenly heard my room door opened slightly ajar. “Who is that?” I said at the opened door.
“What is it?” My aunt questioned but I didn’t respond to her. I stood up and headed for the door, I was about to close it when I heard a scream from downstairs.
“Aunty, did you hear that?” I asked terrified, I didn’t recognize the voice but I was worried.
“Davina, I can’t hear anything but I think you should go…….get out,” was all I heard before the call ended.
“Auntie, auntie?” I said but heard nothing, suddenly the light went off. What is going on? It was so dark and I could hardly see anything apart from my phone's light casting shadows, I turned the torch light on my phone on and decided to go downstairs.
I began the descent down the stairs, trying to find my mom, I was curious to know the cause of the loud noise and ask her why the light was off. I was almost halfway down the stairs when I sighted someone, his back was the only part of him visible to me which made it impossible to see his face.
“Hello, who are you? Is everything ok?”
I could hear him mumbling but could not make out what he was saying. “I’m sorry but who are you? Could you speak louder or face me so I can hear you?”
Still no response.
“Who are you? Why are you here? If you can just speak to me”
"Help…..” he mumbles again but this time he turned to face me and in my panic I dropped my phone, I gasped as backed away from the stairs seeing the most terrifying thing in my life.
“Help me,” he spoke this time but I wasn’t interested in his words but rather his face.
His face had ripped off at least half of it, he had no nose and eyes, and his mouth while still functional, was badly bruised. I held back the scream that wished to leave my lips.
I have never seen something so horrific in my life, it is so scary and I could hardly move as fear gripped my whole body.
"Help me,” he says again as he walks toward the stairs, his legs hit the first step to take but he didn't feel any pain, or his lack of a full face made it seem like that. But his plunder at climbing the stairs makes it clear that he can't see.
I slowly stood up and took a step, I stopped to see if he noticed but he didn't. I took another one, quietly not to make any sound.
I don't know if going back to my room is the right choice, but I'll rather be there instead of being here with a man whose face have been ripped off.
"Why you are running away from me? Do you also find me disgusting, why won't you help me?”
My legs stopped involuntarily at his words to face him only to see him right behind me. "Why won't you help me?!” He yelled and I screamed running back to my room.
He was following me but I was lucky to enter my room before he got to me, or rather unlucky.
I looked at my surroundings, and this looked nothing like my room. There were so many trees and fog filled the place, birds flew up in the sky.
My attention was on an old building a few feets away from where I was standing, it looked empty and haunted, and somehow familiar.
I don't recall being here but I have this strange warm feeling in my heart.
I was about to move forward when I felt a hand on my legs. "Help me,” it was a woman's voice this time and my breathing became shaky.
I looked down and her face were mangled just like the man earlier, but what was more scary was that she wasn't the only one there.
I was standing on top of a pile of bodies, and they all had their hands on my body, dragging me down with them.
“Ah!!!!!!” I heard the scream leave my lips.
- Writer
