Unmasked

Chapter 12

"Why's there a girl laying in the bed?"

"She looks a little young for you Brandon." A new voice snickered.

"Shut the hell up, I don't know who she is." Another voice remarked, along with a thud.

"Be quiet your gonna wake her up." A stern, authoritative voice whispered. Yeah too late.

"Benji, was this your first hook up? You know, your supposed to sleep with them and then kick em out the door. Not give them a place to sleep over!" A voice that sounded recognizable spoke up. It sounded like.. Blake?

"Ew! Gross you pig. I'm not like you." A much softer voice spoke that wasn't so gruff and scary.

I heard a door open up, from the room that I was in with another new voice. "Are we having a party in here or something? Why wasn't I invited?" I could practically hear him pouting.

"Oh uh- why is there a kid in here? Why does she look like a ghost? Oh my god did you find a ghost?"

There was silence for a couple seconds until I felt a poke on my cheek.

"Oh.. not a ghost." Disappointment laced his voice.

I decided it was time to 'wake up' and find out what I was doing with a group of boys, in a bed. Who knows what could've happened.. Maybe they're in a gang, and they drugged me, and now their gonna kill me. Or maybe their another one of Zach's clients.. Or maybe-

"I think she's up." The authoritative voice spoke again. My eyes fluttered open and I looked around the room to 7 pairs of eyes all looking at me. "Shit, did you kidnap me?" I ask the guy sitting at the bottom of the bed. A few snickers leave all the guys mouth, but the one at the end of the bed let's out a little laugh. "No, we didn't kidnap you." He answers me. "You passed out on our driveway, and I wasn't gonna leave you there." The authoritative voice spoke, but now I could put a face on the voice. "Oh you could've just left me there.." I mumbled awkwardly. He chuckled, and pointed a finger at me, which I furrowed my eyebrows to. "You're funny." He raises both eyebrows and gives a sideways smile.

I don't know what he thought was funny but..

"Why were you passed out on our yard?" An older boy spoke. He had black, pointed hair and kind've slanted eyes. He was more paler than almost everyone else. He was really tall, probably the second tallest of all of them. "I was working out?" I put it more as a question, but then decided to add on because I didn't sounds believable. "I got er, too dehydrated, and yeah.. passed out." I wasn't completely lying, I am very dehydrated.

"Do you need some water?" He spoke again, giving me a small smile. I haven't drank anything in days, and I was pretty desperate. "Oh uhm, yeah thanks." I answered back. He nodded his head before looking back at his brothers, than me. "Follow us." He instructed, leaving the room with each brother following behind, and lastly me. I hopped off the bed, but soon groaned in pain, as my ankle throbbed. "Shit." I muttered under my breath.

I took a big breath and took another step, and another and another until I was out in the hall. Walking on it probably won't help at all, but what other option do I have?

"Blake?" I question to the guy standing behind all his brothers, marching to where I suppose is the kitchen.

He turns around and raises an eyebrow, and then widens his eyes as realization hits him. "Oh, I met you before one time." He remembers, looking me dead in the eye with an emotionless facade. "Yeah." I scoff. He chuckles dryly and continues walking down the hallway, me following after him with a limp.

So let me get this straight, I passed out on Blake's yard, where he also has 6 different brothers. I knew some of them from school, because their 'popular'. But I didn't know he had more.

We walked into this really fancy, rustic kitchen that looked like something out of a home renovation show.

My eyes widened and mouth dropped at the sight in front of me.

"Are we in a mansion?" I gaped, looking around the kitchen, and living room that was connected to it. A boy with brown fluffy hair shook his head lightly, and let out a small laugh. Ah, so he was the one with the soft voice that wasn't so scary. "It's not a mansion, more like a big cabin." He spoke, looking around the kitchen.

Growing up in a place where my door was falling off, and there was mold everywhere along with broken beer bottles littered everywhere. This, this was a mansion. This place also smelled like some sort of pumpkin spice while my 'house' smelled like a dead animal was rotting in it.

The boy that had the slick black hair handed me a glass of water to which I muttered a small, thank you. I took a small sip from it at first, but the moment the water hit my tongue I started chugging it down. The headaches that I've been getting because of the lack of food and water, have been getting worse as the days go by.

"Oh shit guys." Another guy spoke, whom I think was the one that poked me in the cheek. All heads snapped towards his, while I averted my eyes to the boy, while still chugging down the water. He walked over to the curtains, while the rest of them followed including me.

He pulled back the curtains, showing rain pouring down outside. Two phones went off, while the two dig through their pockets and looked at their phone. "Tornado warning..." One of them spoke, still looking at his phone.

"Well weirdo, looks like your staying with us." Blake winked, making me cringe.

I looked around at all of them and gulped.