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Saturday

Upon checking the time, my clock read 9:45 am. I cherished Saturdays, as they meant no work, no school, and no social obligations. I lazily got out of bed while my mother bustled around downstairs. Glancing around, I noticed my reflection in the mirror and realized I was still wearing yesterday's clothes. After realizing that I had been too tired to change clothes, let alone shower, I sniffed myself and dashed towards the bathroom. I turned on the hot water and stepped in, relishing the feeling of the water against my skin. I lost track of time until I heard a knock at the door and a voice yelling for me to get out and stop hogging the hot water. I turned off the water, wrapped a towel around me, and left the bathroom feeling clean and refreshed. I headed to my walk-in closet and picked out some comfortable sweatpants, a sports bra, and a gray t-shirt. As I got dressed, an eerie feeling crept over me – it was as if someone was watching my every move. I brushed it off since I was alone in my closet, and there were no windows or visible openings. Once I was fully dressed, I stepped out of my closet, only to be confronted by a mysterious, dark figure standing in the center of my room. As it began to move forward, I suddenly moved back and hit the wall. My instinct was to look the other way, but I realized that my fear was all in my head. With renewed confidence, I looked straight ahead and declared, "You are not real. You are only in my mind. This is my home, and you are not welcome here. This is my Saturday, my time. Leave me be! "Just like that, the fear vanished into thin air. I took a moment to look around and make sure it was gone, then left my room and headed downstairs, feeling empowered. Descending the stairs, I couldn't help but think, "This is going to be a long weekend." As I reached the bottom step, I heard murmurs emanating from the living room. Curiosity getting the better of me, I peered around the corner to discover, to my horror, that Mason and Richard, the twins from school, were there. "Of all places, what are they doing here?" Whatever it is, it can't be good. I couldn't believe it - they were talking to my mom of all people. If you need them out of your house ASAP but don't want to create a scene, what's the best approach? I attempted to grab my mother's attention, but to no avail. Disappointed, I thought to myself, 'Well, I guess that plan is a bust.' "Would you mind stepping aside so I can pass?” Charly said. I didn't have time to react before he pushed past me. Rude. I didn't care, though. I was more concerned about why the twins were here in my house. Hearing my mother,laugh. Made me turn my head to see if I could hear what they were talking about to make her laugh like that. " Mey-Rin, If you are just going to stand there, make useful and bring something to drink for our guests," my mother said. How did She know I was there? I was quit when I came down. Then It dawned on me that Charly probably told her that I was standing behind the wall. Without a word, I went to the kitchen. Getting the drinks together, I felt a warm hand on my waist. Dropping one of the cups on the floor, I turned around. coming face to face with Richard. Everything ok in there?" My mother asked. I'm trying to get the words to come out, but nothing came out. It was like I was Frozen there in one spot. Then this deep voice came out of Richards mouth, "Everything is fine, Ma'am. Mey-Rin just got a little startled when I came into the room, We will get everything clean up in here." All I could do was stare at him with an evil look in my eye, saying what the hell are you two doing here? I went to move away but I couldn't. Richard had ahold of me with his hands tight on my hips. He was moving his hands for my hips to smash up against his hips. I could feel his manhood getting bigger under his jeans. Leaning down to my ear, " You will be mine, and by the end of the summer, I will have you in my bed under me, having you say my name with endless pleasure." After saying that, he let me go and walked out. I didn't stick around for the other brother. I ran out the back door, and I didn't stop until I felt safe.