My Protective Badboys

The Boys Next Door

  Eliza P.O.V

  “Helllppp! SOMEONE HELP ME PLEASE HELP!” I scream as loud as I can. I scream until my lungs burn from the sudden exertion. Next thing I knew I was thrown and I hit something hard, it felt like concrete. “Scream as much as you want, no one will hear you down here,” he says sinisterly. Although I could not see him, I knew who my captor was. “Please, Colt, you don’t have to do this, if you let me go I will forget this happened, I promise,” I pleaded with my older brother through the black sac he had put around my head as he bound my wrists and ankles. “This’ll be fun,” he says in an amused voice as I hear the sound of a knife opening I thought he was going to kill me right then and there but I was so wrong.

    I wake up screaming as I roll off of the bed and scramble to the corner of the unfamiliar room, unable to catch my breath while trying to make my self as small as possible to seem invisible. As my vision starts to blur I hear my mother burst into the room and come running towards me followed by three more figures follow her into the unfamiliar room. “Can someone go grab my purse please, she needs her medicine,” my mother says in a worried tone and one of the figures disappears and reappears in an instant. “Here you go,” the tall figure says in a hushed tone and I begin to panic even more. “Honey, Honey, calm down, it’s me, hey take this,” she holds a pill and small dixie cup to my mouth and I comply to take the medicine. As I calm down from my sudden panic attack, I feel my eyes fill with tears as they stream down my face in fear and embarrassment. As my vision clears, I can see my mother’s face in front of me and I see two identical figures a few feet away and then another figure towering above them.

    When my eyes finally adjust to the sudden crying and dimness of the unfamiliar room I found myself in I see two teenage boys that look about my age and don’t even get me started on how godly they look, but then I realize how familiar they look. They are identical twins but they are the twins of my nightmares. The messy, dirty blonde hair, the soul seeking, ice-blue eyes, and the perfect white teeth. My heart rate rises and I begin to panic in fear while looking at them and I spare a glance at my mother before looking back at them in terror. “What’s going on mom,” I say shakily. “Baby, it’s ok, they aren’t him… he’s not here, he’s back home,” she says in a reassuring tone and I calm down as tears begin to stream down my face again. Before I knew he was gone, one of the boys returns with a cup and a bowl in hand and he sits right in front of me.

    I shrink back against the wall and he looks at me, concerned. “It’s ok… I’m not going to hurt you,” he says in a soothingly deep voice and gives me a small reassuring smile that melts my soul. He hands me the cup of ice water and sets the bowl down on the ground. I notice that it also has water in it as long as a washrag. He picks the rag up out of the water and rings it out. He brings it close to my face and wipes the long-forgotten tears away from my puffy and swollen face. Although I can feel my body shake due to the close proximity of the terrifyingly familiar looking boy. He stands up with the bowl in hand and walks back to where he got it from. I can still feel where his fingers lightly brushed my cheekbones, it was electrifying. “Eliza, honey, look at me,” my mom says in a hushed tone. My steel grey eyes slowly shift to meet with her chocolate brown ones and they are filled with concern. “ Here is your bag, go into the bathroom and take a shower to relax and come find me when you are done, you need to eat something,” she says quietly. I nod my head in agreement and slowly stand up. Suddenly feeling dizzy I rest my hands on the wall to regain my balance.

     the unfamiliar man says and they all proceed to leave me in the room by myself. Before my mother leaves the room she pulls me in for a tight, but warm embrace and as she pulls back she slightly rubs my shoulders as to reassure me that we are safe. I slowly turn as I take in the simplicity of the room I am currently standing in. Three of the walls are a slate blue and the wall in which the bed is on is a steel grey as an accent wall. There are two rustic looking grey and white nightstands, one on either side of the queen-sized bed. There is a white door to my right and I figure it is the bathroom. I cautiously twist the silver door handle as if one of my horrors is standing just behind the door.

    To my relief the bathroom is empty and I fail to notice it’s elegance right away. I look at the granite-topped sink as I run my hand across the smooth, but cool top. I cast my eyes upward and see the horrifying image of myself with a bed head and a very red and very puffy face. I slowly turned around to face the glass-doored rainfall shower. After storing my things on the vanity, I turn the shower on as I unlock my phone to play some music. I finally decide on the song, “Time Is Love” by country artist Josh Turner. I usually don’t listen to country music but it helps calm my nerves.

    I step in the painfully hot shower, paying no mind to the numb pain that I have grown so used to and I hope to wash the events of this morning away.