Intruder.
842 Words
Eve.
There was a place far in the woods on the Island, a place I was fond of dwelling in this period of... Wait it's been five days and I'm yet to name the feeling... What do people call it when you're screaming in the mirror, cursing, daydreaming people's down falls, crying, speaking words of affirmation... Am I going insane-
THUD
I froze, am I hallucinating of did something just move in my house.
THUD-
There it is again.
No one has been here, not one dared come this far into this woods because I f*****g own it and there billboard out there, display a warning that the land was off limits.
Now time to waste, I rolled off the floor I laid on for days with no strength to actually use the bed. I was still having a hangover from all the alcohol I consumed in this fast few days, the bottles lying around bare me witness.
I loaded my rifle with enough bullets to handle the intruder... What if it was Flavian?
Then I'll kill him for sure. That man had the guts to side with my father. Ironic, I thought he hated Danielle, I thought he loved me...or liked me. But I guess his loyalty lies where his finds dopamine sponsored amusement.
Impatience led me shooting the intruder the second I spotted them rampaging my fridge like a wild animal.
That was what I thought until a slim figure collapsed on my carpeted floor, bleeding out from his leg and groaning from the pain... Oh my... What have I done-
"You're... you're a kid" I stuttered, my gaze soften as I attempted a step closer
Only to hear him shout " don't hurt me please"
His tone shook me. I need to do something, anything... He didn't deserve that shot.
I set my rifle aside and helped him up forcefully when he stubbornly tried to push me away.
"Cooperate with me here otherwise your body will become food to the birds"
I threatened, walking him to the couch. I didn't mind his blood was every where... It's Just— a break-in my house? As far as I'm aware people pay a lot of money to have a live on this island. Residents of this island aren't the regular type... In other words, burglary, robbery, thief, were all hearsay... No one can actually testify experiencing it first hand until now... I can testify. I squintes my eyes at the boy, suspicion clouding my mind as I fixed his wound, good thing the bullet hadn't gone that deep, otherwise... he would have fainted.
"Who sent you" I grabbed his jaw when his head started drifting.
"I don't wanna die please"
He sounded like a native of America.
Dirty blonde unkempt hair, grey eyes, he was tattered from head to toe and to top it off he was thin, visibly malnourished. I didn't like what I saw.
Something in me was moved, driving my legs to the kitchen, I blended some fruits and warmed up some meals, by the time I was back to the sitting room he was gone.
Fuck. This kid.
Quite sure his target was the fridge filled with food... Was he no longer hungry?
I shot his leg so he must not have gone too far, I would have taken a rifle to go on a hunt— if he was an intruder but... he was no intruder or spy... He's just a.. a starved kid.
I was right, he hadn't gotten too far, I caught up to him in the chase, grabbing his arm and yanking his around.
"Please don't hurt me I beg you, I've got a brother he's waiting for me... Please don't-"
He turned his head to the side when I leaned into him to have a close up view.
How exactly... How can a kid get lost on this very island?
"Who are your parents?"
"Servants, They're dead."
"Are they?" I raise a knowing brow.
One thing about being an servant on this island was that, your children are either living with you or away from you. But here's the scenario, any servant here that passes away, their child is sent to an orphanage. No orphanage exist on the island.
" Please don't kill me!!"
"I might just snap you neck if you don't spill the truth"
"We were chased away."
"By who? From where?" I squeeze his arm when he hesitates.
"Ou-our mother.... She sent us out..."
"And your father?"
"He-he died... Mother killed him"
"Any Name? Last name"
"Holmes"
The surname doesn't ring a bell... I'll let Flavian look into it... just the echo of his name had me tensed up- of course I need him... he's needed everywhere!
"You said you had a brother? So where do you two stay "
"I'll show you... Just please don't report us to the Waldorfs or Rostovs... I'm begging you"
He was shaking with fear in my hold.
"Eve Waldorf, nice to meet you " I grinned patting his shoulder.
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