37. Lena Flint
The gentle sound of raindrops dances on the worn tin roof, creating a soothing melody as I lay in the comfort of my room.
The cool air from my open window caresses my skin, carrying the smell of the damp earth outside with its soft breeze.
creating a sense of comfort.
I close my eyes and let the evening memories play like a vivid movie, each event unfolding before me like a series of snapshots.
How did Soren get paired with someone twice her size while Radley competed? Who gave him the orders to kill her tonight, of all nights? This brings me to my sister’s plan.
She didn’t feel like she should run everything by us before running off with The Horsemen.
Can trust Scar’s boys is whether uncertain.
In this dangerous world we inhabit, trust remains a fragile concept.
Doubt lingers in the back of my mind, reminding me of the numerous betrayals and unforeseen twists we have encountered, since that night Jace tried to kill my sister.
Why is someone so desperate to end her life? It makes little sense. Before that night at the bar, Soren kept to herself or worked, day and night, caring for us and managing the business our parents left behind.
I’m so exhausted with the weight of the world pressing down on me, that a yawn escapes my lips and the breeze from the open window causes it to hit the side of the house, startling me back to reality.
I mutter a quiet ”Jesus..”
under my breath.
Draco and Sirius, my sister’s dogs, lift their heads from the end of my bed, their eyes filled with concern.
The room was filled with a faint scent of lavender, courtesy of the candles I had lit earlier to create a calming atmosphere.
I was overwhelmed, trying to process the events of the fight earlier, and Carla’s strange behavior since our return.
It was like trying to untangle a knot, each thread of emotion and confusion pulling at me, threatening to send me into a mental breakdown.
The creeping light of dawn seeps through my window, casting eerie shadows that dance on the floor, sending shivers down my spine. I let out another yawn, longing for rest, yet sleep eludes me. Today is going to be an exhausting and never-ending day, and I dreaded it.
The gentle creak of the floorboards, as I slide out of bed, is overshadowed by the sound of footsteps outside my door. I make my way to the door, pressing my ear against the cool wooden surface. The sound of an unfamiliar voice startles me, causing me to stumble back and accidentally bump into the heavy iron bed frame. “Ow..what the fuck..”
Draco and Sirius stand beside me growling loudly as my locked door begins to shake as if someone is trying to force themselves in.
My stomach drops as the realization hits me, someone is in our house and I have no idea how I can get to the others, god I’m so fucking stupid for choosing to sleep on the first floor.
Panic seizes my heart as I look around frantically for a lifeline catching sight of my gun resting on my desk beside the window.
The sight of the open window entices me with the promise of an escape from whatever is waiting for me on the other side of the door, I could easily slip out but that would be all, I’d be out of the house and Carla and the guys would still be in here with whoever is on the side of the door.
Slowly inching toward the desk, I grab my hoodie and slip it on over my tank top.
After checking the clip to ensure it is loaded, I slide it into place.
The clicking of the lock sends a wave of certainty, reassuring me that I’m not as screwed as I initially thought.
Standing still, I hear a loud crash coming from above, exactly where Carla’s room is.
The sudden noise jolts me to my core, filling the once-tranquil house with a bone-chilling scream that pierces through the air. The sound echoes relentlessly, assaulting my ears and intensifying my fear.
Meanwhile, the persistent banging continues, creating a disconcerting symphony of chaos and distress.
As I’m about to rush towards my sister’s aid, the rattling at my door demands my attention, pulling me back into the immediate danger that surrounds me.
With trembling hands, I reach for my phone, the smooth surface cool against my fingertips, and hastily send out a group text to the other members of the Valkyrie, the sound of each keystroke echoing in the tense silence.
The scent of anxiety hangs heavy in the air, mingling with the acrid odor of fear that permeates the atmosphere.
The weight of the situation presses down upon me, squeezing my chest and making it difficult to breathe.
A series of pings start going off from my phone right as the door is busted open, and in tumbles, two monstrous figures in all black donning skull masks blood coats the white of one mask making me nauseous as I shakily bring the gun up, and pull the trigger. A loud hmph, and the bigger one of the two falling into the broken door frame “FUCKING CUNT SHOT ME GRAB HER TREY!”
Trey looks at me with wild eyes peeking through the slits of the mask as Draco stands between us teeth barred Sirius looks at me and then the door waiting for my command “ Go to Carla now.”
with a huff he is sprinting out of the door passed non-trey leaving me and his brother behind to find my twin, “Well seems you chose the wrong house to break into. Now I will give you one chance to scrape that piece of shit out of my door and whoever else you brought and live to see the rest of the day, but if you stay here. You will not be leaving here alive.“
I keep my voice steeled and the gun pointing at the one I now know goes by Trey, Draco growls as Trey shifts his weight and begins to push further into my room a blade gripped in his hand glinting in the mid-morning light.
“ You don't scare me, little girl, this is not my first rodeo. We were paid to deliver you and your sister to the boss, He never said we couldn't roughen you up while doing that.”
His voice sounds like nails on the chalkboard making me grit my teeth as I take a cautious step backward keeping my gun aimed at the man stalking his way toward me.
Draco springs into action before Trey takes another step, swiftly clamping his teeth around Trey’s hand that isn’t wielding the knife.
Time seems to slow down as Trey emits a cry of pain.
Draco vigorously shakes his head, the sound of bones crunching reverberating around us.
While trying to aim the gun at Trey, his frantic movements make it hard to shoot without putting Draco in danger.
Sucking in a shaky breath, I pray to whatever deity will listen to my pleas as I squeeze the trigger the smell of smoke and gunfire fill my senses as I watch in slow motion as Trey stabs the blade into the side of Draco, as Trey’s side gushes from the gunshot that landed, he drops the limp dog onto the ground with a resounding thump that shatters my soul as Draco lays on the floor twitching in pain, tears well in my eyes as I take in the sight before me.
The momentary distraction allows the opening Trey needs to get his bloody hands on me, I let out a shrill scream escape my lips right before a chloroform-soaked rag is brought to my nose and everything fades into darkness.
The echo of his voice follows me into the darkness like a haunting promise for what was to come.
I only hope Carla makes it out with the others.