Snippet #1866189

Day 1 - 10:01 - The Living Room

Before he could finish, Devin came into the room screaming. "Calleigh, she's gone-"

Charlie was hiding behind a nearby doorway, watching the scene unfold. The dicleration of Calleigh's death stunned her. "This must be the demon-" She stormed back up to her bedroom to confront him.

"What?"

Andy was back on her feet again, stepping around Gabe as though he wasn't even there, all but storming up to Devin.
"What do you mean she's gone?"

"Gone. Disappeared. Just, gone. I don't fuckin' know!"

Gabriel stood, putting a hand on Devin's shoulder. "People dont just disapear, did something grab her?"

"I'm not standing around to listen to this," Andy said sharply. "Have you even looked?! She can't just disappear."
Without waiting for an answer, she backed up from the pair, and immediately began to search the house.
Tears ran down her face the whole while. "Callie!"

"Something grabbed her from underneath the bed." Devin said, glaring back at the hallway for no apparent reason. "I pulled the bed on its side, nothing was there. She's fucking gone, man!"

He eyed Andy, shaking his head. He immiediately looked back up at Devin when he began to give his description. "It was a Lulu-" Suddenly, his expression turned to panick. "Andy!" He looked over Devin's shoulder. "I know you're upset, you have every right to be, but im NOT letting that thing get you too. Come here!" He shouted, a stern expression taking to his face.

She was already out of his sight, disappearing around the corner and into the room. There she saw the bed over-turned, and no sign of Callie.
"For God's sake," Andy breathed, putting a hand to her mouth and closing her eyes. "What in the flying fuck is going on?"
As she turned back to the doorway to leave, it slammed shut, and the lights flicked off.

She stumbled forward, her throat going dry as paper as she scrambled for the wall, for the doorknob, anything.
"GABE!" She shrieked, her voice shrill with panic. When she came into contact with the door, and found the knob, it was superheated, like it had been held to a flame for hours. She couldn't touch it.

Gabriel jumped at her sceams as he ran down the hall way. He stopped at the door, attempting to turn the handle.
"Motherfucker!" He yelled, pulling his hand back.

He placed his hands on the door, attempting to gather Andy's attention.
"Andy, listen. Breath. It's a Lulu.... the boogeyman" He shuttered for a moment, realizing how insane he sounded.
"It's out from under the bed, it can only hurt you if you fear it. Calm down Andy, just breath"
He pounded on the door, "Fuck!"
"Andy, please~"

She had shoved herself to the wall, the flat of her spine pressed painfully into the wood. Her eyes were wide, pupils stretched to accomodate for the thick darkness, and her hands clenched the carpet so tightly she could feel her nails tear.

"Hey Andy," A voice came from the darkness, one hand gripping her ankle, sliding up towards her knee.

She felt like she was going to throw up. The voice...it belonged to her brother.

She turned her head to the side, rolling her jaw as she squeezed her eyes shut. "You're...not here. You can't...you can't hurt me here." she whispered, one hand coming up to clasp her mouth.

"Just leave me alone."

"Not likely."

A dark chuckle. She cried out when her ankle was visciously jerked, dragging her away from the wall. "It isn't WORKING Gabe!" she said loudly, trying to scramble back, yanking her ankle from the monster's grasp.

It got her higher on her legs, painfully digging its nails into her skin.

He banged against the door, cringing at her screams. "Andy!"

He slid down to his knees, the palms of his hands resting against the door. "Andy" He spoke in calm whispers "Listen to me. I'm write here, you know id never let anything hurt you. I've never broke a promise to you, and i don't plan on starting now"
He paused for a moment, listening intently.

"Andy...i said i'd get you out of here alive"

"Im right here, you're safe. It cant hurt you if you don let it. It cant even touch you. Just dont be afraid, dont show it your fear"

"Im right here"

She grit her teeth. Nice of him to say those things when HE wasn't getting pinned by the motherfucking boogeyman.

Ugh, men.

"Muuuhh." she groaned, drawing up her leg and kicking the monster square in the gut. The creature huffed, collapsing a few feet away from her. She scrambled to her feet, staring into the darkness at the shape that loomed across the room.

"Listen here, you cheap excuse for a Hollywood movie prop, you're going to stop impersonating my shitty brother and open the goddamn door."
The sound of scuttling steps met her proclamation, and something crashed loudly on the other side of the room.
Might have been the bed.

There was a breath of silence, then the lights flickered back on, and if Gabe were to try getting in again, the door would collapse in on him, and she would find freedom.

Day 1 - 23:00 - Living Room

Devin had gone to sleep, Stefan too. Charlie was upstairs seemingly talking to herself last time they checked, and she seemed to have grown tired of it and fallen asleep as well.

Gabriel sat on the couch, his arm wrapped protectively around Andy. One hand gently brushing her shoulder.
The telivision was playing some horror movie, probably not the best idea with what had happened earlier that day, but neither of them were really watching. Gabriel held her like she could be pulled from his grasp any minute.
Despite the fact that she could clearly fend for herself, he sat there like a guard dog. He would'nt lose Andy.

No.

He Couldnt.

She leaned against his side, her eyes half-lidded from exhaustion, but she had no interest in sleeping. Even if Gabe was here, she was afraid that something might happen, that she wouldn't be prepared. It was awful, sitting here and just waiting for the next horrific event. Looking out over the others, who slept as soundly as one could in this scenario, she turned her head to the side, lightly pressing her mouth to his shoulder before mumbling,
"I think I yelled at you at some point today. I don't remember when or why, but you didn''t deserve it. M'sorry..."

He peered down at her from the movie, tilting his head curiously as the girl shifted in his arms. "You dont have anythin to be sorry for, Andy" He moved his other hand to her cheek, running his thumb across her fordead.

His hand slipped beneath her chin, propping her face up towards him. He stared into her eyes for a moment before turning back to face the tv, letting his hand slip from underneath her chin.

"You have pretty eyes, ya' know"

She smirked, turning to nestle against his side and closing her eyes.

"Nice move, Cassanova. Wrong party though."

She was referring to their situation, of course. "Not that I don't appreciate the compliment."

He moved his hand through her hair gingerly, his eyes idly tracing the figures on the television screen.

"We cant cease to live our lives. I mourn our friends just as you do, but if we give up, if we curl up and cry-

We arent doing any of them justice"

He sighed, peeking back at her for a moment before his eyes wandered back to the television screen. He had dealt with loss before, it made him somewhat -

Tolerant against the subject. It hurt him none the less, but he refused to show it. He owed Andy that much, a shoulder to lean on, not a broken mess.

"I'm not giving up." she promised him, closing her eyes again. "Just a lot to take in."

She reached to take his hand, wincing slightly when her shoulder twinged with pain. "I'll try to keep it together. Usually I'm really good at that."
She was very good at hiding what was really bothering her.

He looked back at her once again, allowing his hand to rest in hers. "I'm sorry, the last thing i asked of you is to hide your emotions.

He looked at the expression on her face, searching for some sort of cause behind it. "Did i do something wrong? Im sorry if i did" He frowned idly.
She looked up at him and smiled just a little. "Nah, you're great."

Er...

She blushed, turning back to the tv and taking in a breath. "Just no need to be a hysterical mess, you know?"

"You know im not going to let this go, can you tell me Andy? After everything thats happened-"

"I dont think we can get much closer and there's really nothing you cn say that'll make me think any less of you"

She shifted, glancing up at his face, his eyes for just a moment. "I don't know what your'e talking about..."
But she was pretty sure she did.

"Andy-" He spoke sternly

"What do you want me to say?" Andy replied, attempting to pull away. "If there's soemthing you want to talk about just say so. I don't like this evasive beat-around-the-bush shit." She glared at him, her brow furrowed, walls coming up as he began to tread on dangerous territory.

"You know what, Andy. I saw what your brother did too you. How he handled you-"

He caught himself, but it was too late, the words had escaped his moth already.

She stared at him for a long moment, then looked away. She didn't look angry...just tired.

"Why would you want to talk about that? It's nothing." she replied quietly, pulling her knees up.

He sighed, shaking his head slowly "And-" The girl had been through enough today.
Instinctively, he bent forward and laid a kiss on her cheek. He pulled back, his face lingering a few inches from her's. "I-uh, im sorry. I dont know what came over me"

She blushed, remaining silent for a long moment before she drew in a breath and sighed.

"No, it's okay. I'm surprised you didn't ask me before...Eh, Shaun's always been a bit...possessive."

Gross understatement.

He leaned back "Possesive? You're not an object and you dont belong to anyone, especially not that bas-" He stopped himself again, anger strewn across his face.

"Easier said," she replied with a mild shrug. "It's hard to escape him when you grow up with him. Leaves a lot of opportunities, you know?"

He could think she was talking about the abuse, but she was hinting at something far more sinister.

"Opertunities?" He though of stopping for a moment, but if what he thought she was getting at was true...

"What do you mean by opertunities? For what?"

"Whatever he wants." she replied darkly, looking away. "He got away with a shit ton of stuff, Gabe."
She shuddered.

"Stuff my parents don't even know about. They wouldn't believe me if I told them."

His expresion grew seriious, stern as her words peirced him like a knife. "H-"

He didnt need to ask, he understood all to wel. He tried to control his anger, welling up inside of him and tugging at his chest. He moved his hand into his hair, forming a tight fist.

"I should of fucking know.." He muttered under his breath.

The anger was clawing at him. He was ready to erupt, find that bastard and put a bullet straight through his skull. He was lucky they were stuck here-

It wasnt a hollow threat

She looked at him worriedly, her hand coming up to rest on his shoulder.
"I, it's fine..he moved out. I haven't had to deal with him for a while..."

Shit. This was no good...

"When we get back, you're not going back to that house-

You're going to come and stay with me, unless you can find somewhere else to go. But you're not returning there"
He tried to control his anger, his hand still gently brushing her hair.

"I can't just do that, Gabe. My parents wouldn't let me." She was tempted, Oh how she was tempted, but really? What was the possibility of that happening?
"Look, it's sweet that you care...but it just... it isn't an issue now. It's just a bad time in my life. Nasty memories." She looked away from him, lifting a hand to rub at her forehead.

He sighed, looking away from her. "We'll talk about this later" He moved away from her, farthering the distance between them. "You need your sleep, go to bed. I dont plan on sleeping, ill watch over you" His eyes wandered back off to the tv, fighting back an angry expression.

She hesitated, staring at him for a long moment before looking away, choosing instead to curl up on the end of the couch furthest away from him.

What? Did he think she was dirty? Tainted?

It wasn't fair.

She rested her head on her arm, closing her eyes as tears burned at the corners, and tried to sleep.

He looked over to her, watching as she slowly drifted to sleep. "I dont think any less of you, Andy. I hope you know that" His voice slowly faded. "I love you-" He spoke in a faint whisper, half hoping she didnt hear it.

She was being pulled into the throws of unconsciousness, barely aware that Gabe was speaking to her until she heard the faint whisper brush against her ears.
"Thanks," she murmured back before finally falling asleep.