Guess who's back?

Back again?

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My eyes widened. Immediately, I shut the door and locked it.

I ran to the kitchen to lock the back door. I accidentally fell right in front of the door.

The door swung open and hit me in my hip. Groaning, I swung my leg up and pushed the door closed. I got up to my knees and locked it.

Scrambling to my feet, I got up and ran upstairs. I found my babies. I shook Matt awake.

"W-What?" He asked.

"Up. Now." I said, picking up Britt.

He groggily got up. I grabbed his hand and dragged him to the bathroom.

The bathroom was the only place without a window. I set Matt in the tub and put Britt in his arms. Banging can be heard from down stairs.

Matt is now awake and scared looking. "Calm down bub. I'm going to lock this door. Don't open it unless it's me. If I knock 3 times then 2 times, then say its me, open it and unlock it. Okay?" He nods, tears falling down his cheeks.

"I-I love you, Tru." He says. I almost cry. He didn't stutter. My baby.

"I love you too. So much." I kiss his forehead.

I lock the door and look both ways down the hall. Clear. Quietly, I head down the stairs.

This is how people die in horror movies? Right? Wrong!

I'm protecting my baby's! And I'm not screaming, trying to interrogate the murder before he kills me!!

But, he's not going to kill me... he's hurt me way to much... no more.... expesially, when my baby's are upstairs.

Slowly, I crept downstairs. I look right, into the living room. Then left, into the kitchen. No one. Straight down the hall.....Mike's light is on and the door is open.

As quietly and as quickly as I can, I walk into the kitchen. I grab a kitchen knife before creeping over to the doorway.

Peeking over, the light is still on but theres no shadows being made.

At a well maintained pace, I walk down the hall. Entering the room, I look around. I don't see anyone.

Suddenly, a hand clamps over my mouth. I scream.

Then, I bring my foot back and hit him in his jr..

He groans and grabs his privates as he goes down on his knees. I punch him in the mouth.

Then I bring my knee up to his face. He falls back with a bloody nose. I straddle his chest and punch his throat. He begins to hack as I fuck up his airway.

Then I punch him in the side of his face, near his temple. He goes out. Out of anger, I grab his hair and bang his head on the floor.

"You fucker!!! You helped them fuck up my life!!! You guys tried to destroy me!!!" I was out of breath, so I got up and stared down at him.

I didn't even realize it, but I was crying. One of the things I hate the most. I wiped them away.

"Now look who's on the floor? Ain't that right, brother?" He should be out for a while.

Turning around, I see Uncle Mike. "I-Is that him?" He asks, his voice was a mix between anger, frustration, and being baffled.

"Yep. There's one of them." Walking out.

"What are we going to do with him? I vote for slow torture!" He say.

Laughing, "Yea, me too. But we can't."

Sighing, he goes back to his room.

I need to talk to someone. I want to talk to Alex!!!! But i can't because the ass forgot to give me his number.

So, picking up my phone, I walk outside, and tap on his contact.

I sit on the steps. "Miss me already?" His husky voice asks.

"No." I sigh. "I just really needed to talk to someone."

"Why? What happened?" His voice anxious.

"Nothing."

"Don't lie. Okay? I really need- you know what? I'm coming over." There was shuffling in the background.

"No! You've been over here times than a cowboy to a barn! Boy! Stay the eff over there!" He chuckles, still shuffling in the background.

"Will you at least tell me? Please?" I sigh. What the fuck is with him? I never give in.

"Someone came to my house after you left. Someone from my past. Someone who helped to...." I pause. "Ruin certain things in my life. And they returned. And right now, they're passed out on my uncle's bedroom floor." I chuckle.

"Ugh! Why can't he leave me the fuck alone?!" Suddenly, a car pulls up in front and the line on the other end dies.

Then, the door shuts and up walks Dante. I turn my phone off, and look up to him.

He sits next to me and pulls me to him. His arms wrap around me and I melt into him. My face goes to his neck while I clutch onto his shirt.

I burst into tears. He rubs my back. "They won't leave me alone!" I cry.

After a while, I calm down. Wiping my face as best I can while under his grip.

"I told you not to come here." I whispered.

"I had to make my baby feel good again." He whispers.

I laugh slightly, even though I was crying. "That sounded inappropriate." He chuckled.

"I was trying to be serious." He says. I shrug, trying to pull him closer. "Can I ask you something?" He asks. I nod. "Why'd you call me? Why not your family to talk too?"

"Fine next time I won't call you." I say.

"No! That's not-"

"I know. Just joking. And I don't know. I just did. Get over it." His chuckle vibrates through his chest.

"Okay. That guy still in there?" His voice turns dangerous at the end.

I nod. He kisses my forehead before getting up.

"Hey." I grab his hand. "You were really warm and now I'm cold. Where are you going?"

"To beat the shit out of him." His voice cold. He walks away again. I groan, but get up to follow him.

"Come back here and calm your man tits." I say. We walk inside.

Now, pause.

You forgot about the kids?

.... You did? Thought so. I haven't. I won't let them out until that monster is out of my home.

Ok! Resume.

He walks straight into my uncle's bedroom.

I'm right behind him. He takes in my "brothers" state.

"Who did that?" He looks back at me and I smirk. Smiling, he grabs my face and presses his lips to my forehead.

He then turns around at a groan. Looking over, I see him begin to become conscious.

Dante turns around, walks to him, crouches, and clutches him by his collar. "Who are you?"

He opens his eyes and looks at Dante. His eyes widened.

I is so confused.

"B-Braxton, sir." He visibly gulps and tried to back away.

"Why are you here? This is my girls house. Therefore, the only male who's not family, that's allowed in here, is me." I bite my lip.

"S-She left from h-home, and our p-parents wanted m-me to come f-find h-her."

"They're not my parents you asshole. I left for a reason you dibshit." I practically growled at him. He looks at me and glares.

As soon as he does so, Dante punches him. I jump at the suddenness of it. He continues to beat him. Once he's out again, I grab his shoulder and pull him back.

He looks at me before grabbing me and picking me up. I wrap my arms around his neck. He holds onto me for dear life.

I kiss down his neck. He visibly calms. I let go and grab his hand from behind my back. I pull it away and pull him with me.

He follows. We go upstairs. As we enter my bedroom, I pull him to my bed and sit him down on my bed.

"You okay?" He nods looking up at me with a weird mix of emotion in his eyes. "I have to go get my babies. I'll be back." He again nods. I grab his shoulders and push him down on the bed.

"I thought you'd catch the hint," walking out, "but I guess not!" I hear him chuckle.

"Sorry!"