Page 19 of Trick or Treat
It's all the scary movies me and Melanie watch.I repeatedly tell myself while tightly closing my eyes and letting the alcohol flow swiftly through my veins like water through a stream.
Everything is quiet, calm, and almost peaceful around me, despite the fact that my heart is thumping in my chest. However, internally, I'm terrified.
"We know what you did…"
My eyes fly open when I hear a voice whispering in the distance. I’m immediately confronted by two figures, one wearing a shiny silver mask and the other wearing a black mask, just a few feet away.
I scramble to my feet and scoot back, slamming my spine against the headstone, unable to stand due to a sharp pain shooting down my legs and through my back. I reach out for the grass next to me and search for anything I can use to defend myself, thinking of my pocket knife in my sock. I reach down and fish it out, but the masked men don't even budge when I fling it open.
"Get away from me!" I scream, but it doesn't seem to phase them.
"We'renot going to hurt you, Scarlett. But don't think that we don't know what you're hiding, pretty girl," the silver masked guy says, his voice dripping with darkness and desire.
I blink a few times to make sure I’m not hallucinating, but even after rubbing my eyes, the two masked men remain crouched in front of me, silent as can be, staring at me through their creepy masks.
"What do you want?" I ask, my voice trembling in absolute fear. Neither of them say anything, though.
My legs give out as I attempt to stand up, and the shooting pain that feels like a hammer being swung at my back continues to travel along my spine. I tremble and remain silent as I lean against the tombstone, still confused as to what the fuck is going on.
Wake up, Scarlett. You're having a bad dream.
I close and reopen my eyes, and the masks are even closer now than they were a second ago.How the fuck is that possible? I didn't even hear them move.
The man in the black mask takes my flask from my grasp and brings it to my mouth, gently tipping it back against my quivering, parted lips as I stare into his blackened eyes.
"Open up and drink, trouble... We don't bite...unless you want us to."
I flick my eyes between the two of them as I open my mouth for him, drinking every drop he pours while still trembling like a leaf in the presence of their menacing gaze. Even though their masks hide their faces, I can tell they’re smiling by the way their eyes squint, which calms my nerves a little.
Black—we'll call him—empties the contents of the flask into my mouth, then tosses it to the ground, wiping the remnants of the liquor off my lips with the smooth pad of his thumb.
"Good girl." The person wearing the silver mask says as he moves closer and runs a tattooed hand up my exposed thigh.
His blue eyes pierce into me as he holds a bag in his other hand, which only makes me shudder more. As I sit here, fearing that I’m about to be killedby these enigmatic, masked men, my heart thumps in my chest and feels like it’s about to burst. Who are they and what are they after?
"What do you want from me?" Finally finding my voice, I manage to utter out in a shaky tone.
They snicker and share a look before turning their focus back to me. "You, trouble. We want you…"
Saint
"What do you want from me?" As she looks between Blade and me and cries out in a low, trembling voice—which is to be expected—Scarlett's small body shakes hysterically.
In front of her, on our knees, we torture the cute little thing, while grinning behind our masks. Her jet black hair gleams in the moonlight, half falling in her face as she leans forward, unsure whether to run or not, but with her back hurting from the spill, she can’t seem to get to her feet to go anywhere. Her chocolate eyes sparkle like big, dark buttons against the light of her milky white skin as she jitterily blinks at us.
"You, Trouble. We want you…" As I move away, holding the cloth bag with her friend's fingers inside of it, I mutter into her ear.
Blade remains close by, running his hands up and down her silky thighs, causing her full lips to part ever so slightly whenever his fingers touch the heat that radiates between them.
"Get away from me... I don't even know you." She tries to fight back, swatting Blade's fingers away, but he grabs her wrists with one hand and shoves his other hand over her mouth to keep her quiet.
"You might not know us, but we know you, and we know what you did."
Her eyes widen, and a few stray tears roll down her cold, rosy cheeks, landing on Blade's palm, which is covering her beautiful lips.
"That's right, trouble..." Her anxious eyes dart between my brother and me, not sure who she should be watching.
I pull a finger out of the bag in the shadows where she can’t see it and slide the tip up her bare leg as I watch her innocent lashes slowly flutter. "I was the one whose eyes you felt on you that night. You know, when you kept looking around, holding the gun in your hands, right before you gave it back toShawn, who used it to shoot Carli?