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There were a thousand things that I wanted to do.

But I couldn't.

I was at the mercy of a prick.

Least to say I didn't sleep very well last night. I was pacing back and forth in the room when suddenly there was a knock on the door. I made no noise in response.

But I was kinda giddy inside though.

I have stayed cooped up in this room doing nothing for so long... And now I'm finally having human contact.

The door opened and in came the faggots.

I take it back.

I'm feeling devasted.

I looked at them blankly.

The dark haired guy cleared his throat and said: "I'm Drake".

"And I'm Blake," said the guy with light brown hair.

"We are brothers," said Drake.

I nodded my head stiffly.

They looked at me expectedly.

"I'm Thea" I muttered.

Blake and Drake just stood there scratching their heads. Honestly, if I had seen them under normal circumstances I would have never imagined them even holding guns.

But I knew better than to judge from appearance.

"Come on, breakfast is downstairs," Blake said finally before heaving out a sigh and gesturing me to follow.

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I went to the kitchen with the two guard dogs on my tail, following me like I was gonna run away.

That's when I saw him sitting there on a couch and eating his breakfast.

How weird.

I didn't think he was capable of doing anything normal.

On that note, I hope he chokes.

I averted my face from him and focused on serving myself some food. Finally, after I finished I was my way heading upstairs when he suddenly said "Come here"

The guard dogs left the room instantly.

I ignored him and made my way up until a bullet went right past my head.

I dropped my plate out of shock and stayed rooted to the spot.My mouth opened in disbelief. I mean it went right past me. It was so close. It could've gone through my head. It could've kill-

"I don't like repeating myself" he snapped.

I gulped inaudibly and came down the staircase and eyed the couch which was in front of him.

He gestured at me to sit.

I patted the couch before sitting down and then looked at him.

This better be good.

I lost my God damn breakfast for it.

" ...... " he said quietly.

"Sorry what?I didn't hear you " I said, not hearing him.

In response, he sent a bullet through the cushion next to me.

I flinched and jumped high with surprise. Was he mad? He must be mad. Maybe psychotic perhaps... A nutcase definitely.

Can he not talk?

But it worked anyway. He had my full attention now ...

Suddenly he threw a ring at me.

It knocked on my face and fell into my lap. I took it and glanced at him questionably.

"We're getting married, "he said and walked away from the living room.

••

Say whaaaaaaaaaat