Broken Lies | 18+

[𝟏] 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄

[𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐑𝐀]

My feet hurt. That's the only thing that is crossing my mind as I walk down the long road, waiting for a car to come passing by.

My hand touch my scrubs that were given to me two years ago when I first arrived, the blood from a former middle aged orderly sprayed across my top as I slit her throat. Trust me, I had a good reason.

I take my top off, leaving me in a government issued bra. I throw my top on the ground and continue walking.

I gasp as a house comes into view, well... more like a mansion. Who lives in the middle of nowhere?

I pick up my pace, running up to the side of the house, looking for any cars. When I don't see any cars, I run up on the wrap around porch, to the door and trying the locks, when the door unlocks, my eyebrows go down in confusion. Who leaves their door unlocked?

I shrug and walk into the house, the light from outside lighting up the foyer. I walk to the right, into the kitchen. I need food.

I open the fridge, beers and wine cover the sides of the door, I smile. Grabbing two beers and sitting down on the white and grey marble island.

I open a beer; drinking it all like water. I throw the bottle in the trash can and the glass breaks, making a loud sound, "Shit." I breathe, going around the island to grab a broom that's leaning up against the counter.

"No need for that."

I scream, throwing my hand up to my chest, above my heart, "What the fuck!?"

He smirks, his brown hair falling just above his eyes, "How'd you get in my house?" He asks, taking a step towards me. I grab a knife out of the knife block, holding it out in front of me.

"I walked here."

"From where," he scoffs, "Your house?"

I shake my head, "The blackthorn asylum."

He laughs, "You were in a psych ward?" He takes another step towards me and my back hits the counter.

He laughs at my struggling, taking another step. I throw the knife in between us, just above his Adam's apple, "Shut the fuck up before I shove this knife down your throat."

His head snaps back in surprise, looking me up and down, his gaze stops at my chest, "You need a shirt or something?"

"Not from you."

He laughs again, running his hand through his hair, "I have a sister. You can use one of hers."

I nod, "Okay."

He take the knife from my hand, putting it back. He points his finger to the hallway. "Her room is three doors down. Go crazy."

I walk down the hall, stopping in-front of the door, "I already did." I mumble under my breath.

After thoroughly looking through his sisters clothes, I finally find a blue t-shirt and black jeans. I see a broken down pair of converse, putting them on too.

I walk back out of the room, only to be stopped by him again, "Who are you?"

He narrows his eyes, "Did you really forget me that fast?" He laughs, "You must really be crazy."