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[vintagereigns]

Rain

I couldn’t find a GIF that worked that fit this and that worked, so sorry. 

Warnings: Just some angst thrown your way and my shitty free-writing.

Requested: No

A/N: Hello! Here's a link to my Ko-fi if you want to check it out. Also, I know that this is short. It's non-requested and just a free-write of mine, a little bit inspired by All Things Go, which is a Roman Reigns fanfic of mine over on Wattpad. I'm just trying to get back into the writing mood. But thank you for reading my trash! And thank you for your support, it really means a lot.

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Heavy drops of rain fall desperately from the sky and dark clouds linger overhead, casting a gloomy visual over the city. Water fills the holes in the concrete, creating puddles that little kids dressed in raincoats and rubber boots rush to jump around in. A chilly breeze swept by, calm and quiet, and very light- but chilling nonetheless.

"Are you just going to sit there all day?" [Y/n]'s mom asks and sits a hot cup of tea on the coffee table.

[Y/n] didn't reply, she only exhaled and pressed her head against the window-pane. Her days have become longer, tiring even, since Joe left. There are no strong arms to run to anymore when times got tough. He was gone. And she couldn't help but blame herself.

She had pushed him away to the point where he finally got up and left. When she got back from work a week ago, all of his stuff, including their engagement photos, was gone. She wondered what he had done with them and why he would even take them until she found them in the trash; shredded to pieces. He was angry, she knew that much.

Standing to her weakened, full-height, [Y/n] drug herself from the living room to upstairs where her old room still sits just the way she left it all those years ago, her tea abandoned and left for the air to eat at its warmth. Sky-blue bed sheets cover the twin-sized mattress as she lays down and stares at the wall for what seems like forever.

She wondered what Joe was doing. Is he a mess like she is? Heartbroken? Does he lay in bed and stare at nothing? Can he eat? How well is he sleeping without her? Does he still think about her? Has he missed work? Does he cry? All of these questions and many more float around in her mind, every last thought or reminiscent captured with Joe's name and face.

Calling him was no use, he has had enough with her calling and decided to change his number. That alone confirmed most of her fears. He is okay and he is done, officially. There was no second chance for her, maybe Joe thought she didn't deserve it. Either way, it still hurt.

A choked sob echoes throughout the room yet no tears were to be found. She had cried them all out. There was nothing she could do and it killed her, her heart slowly chipping away. How could I do this, she wondered. He deserves so much more. But there was no going back and he wouldn't give her the time of day to explain or apologize, not as she deserved it anyway.

With no more tears left to cry, [Y/n] finally is able to drift off to sleep, her dreams filled with a large man with sleek black hair and a perfect smile.

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[vintagereigns]

Halloween With Roman

Halloween with Roman would include: 

Chilly morning cuddles with Ro 

Staying in bed a few extra hours because neither of you has much to do today 

You cook breakfast for the two of you because, well, Roman hasn’t fully woken up yet and would probably burn the house down

Roman blanketing you in one of his hoodies and some pajama pants until it’s time for you to get dressed up

Decorating the outside of the house for trick-or-treating

Roman jokingly pestering you about the crooked Happy Halloween banner dangling on the porch

Him laughing when it falls down completely as you’re trying to fix it

Because he loves you, he lets you dress him up for Halloween 

Dressing him up as Sully from Monsters Inc while you dress up as Boo

The character really suits him because of his tall, broad, and muscular figure 

Smacking his hands away from the candy bowl as you set up outside for trick-or-treaters

Him pouting and sighing

Yet taking pieces anyway when you’re not looking

After a long night of dishing out candy to children, you and Roman head back inside and turn off the porch lights to indicate that you’re done giving out candy

He immediately goes for a shower to clean off the blue and purple face paint while you simply change into some pajamas

Making snacks for you both to enjoy while sitting down on the couch for a horror movie marathon

Him begging you to watch A Nightmare On Elm St. It is his favorite horror movie after all

Him wrapping you up in his arms whenever you feel scared and giving you a kiss on the head to reassure you that it’s okay

Watching a Disney movie after the marathon of horror films so that you’re able to fall asleep without having nightmares 

Roman doesn’t complain once throughout the animated movie

Falling asleep on his chest and him carrying you to bed

And, as the night comes to an end, Roman cuddling into you and holding you tight against his frame as he joins you and falls asleep

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[vintagereigns]

“It’s just nice to finally see you smiling...”

Warnings: Smut (18+), cursing, dirty talk-ish, etc. 

Word Count: 2,158

Requested: Yes. From Wattpad. 

Note: First of all, I just want to say that this is not a slam to Joe/Roman’s wife. I simply just couldn’t find a good name to fill in and I didn’t want to say Joe’s girlfriend/his girlfriend throughout the entirety of the story. Thank you guys so much for continuously reading my sh*tty writing. I hope all of you are staying safe and healthy and clean. Slightly edited. Please excuse any errors. 

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As the sun begins to lower behind the mountains in the distance, Joe and Aaliyah try to outrun the rain. They bend their heads down and Aaliyah places the hood of her jacket over her head, yet the downpour doesn’t ease. Puddles were already forming in the dense spots of Joe’s yard and the rocky pathway to his porch was slippery, but the two made it safely into the house. 

“I’m gonna go get us a change of clothes,” Joe said while placing his keys into the bowl that sat in the middle of the table beside the front door. “Galina should have something for you to change into. I’ll be right back.” 

And with that, Joe stepped through the rooms of his house with ease while leaving a thin trail of water behind him. Aaliyah walked through the living room and into the kitchen where she opened the refrigerator door. She grabbed one of the cold water bottles from the shelf and closed the fridge before stepping near the counter. Before she could even swallow what was in her mouth, Joe’s voice boomed through the house so loud that it made Aaliyah jump, knocking some of the liquid from the bottle out onto the countertop. 

“I can’t fucking believe this!” Joe yelled. Aaliyah knew it was Joe’s business and not hers yet she couldn’t stop herself from investigating. Coming to the main bedroom where Joe and Galina slept, the door was wide open and a man that Aaliyah didn’t know rushed past her.

“Joe- listen to me- stop, please!” Galina yelled. Aaliyah peeked her head through the door to find Galina chasing Joe around the room as he quickly packed a couple of bags. “Joe-”

“No, Galina. I’ve heard your excuses for too long and they’re all bullshit. Again. You do this to me again. After time and time again you promised you’d change. ...Why am I not enough for you?” Joe asked, his eyes burning with pathetic tears. 

“This has nothing to do with your worth. I just-”

“What, Galina? You just what?” 

Galina didn’t say anything. Instead, she lifted her head to find Aaliyah eavesdropping in on her and Joe’s problems.

“Of course you’re here,” Galina scoffed. “Don’t you have your own life to live? Or is inviting yourself into other peoples’ problems a hobby of yours? This is none of your business, so leave.”

“You know what? You’re right. It is none of my business what goes on in other people's’ lives. But it becomes my business when Joe calls me at two in the morning crying because his girlfriend constantly makes him feel like shit. Check yourself before you come and attack other peoples’ actions,” Aaliyah spits, her eyes narrowing at Galina. “You can stay with me until you figure out what you’re doing, Joe.”

“Thank-”

“Hell no,” Galina yells, interrupting Joe. “You are not going with her-”

“And who’s gonna stop me? You? Because as far as I’m concerned, Galina, we’re done. You don’t tell me what to do anymore,” Joe says and zips up his suitcase. 

“Joe if you walk out that door with her, don’t bother coming back,” Galina threatens. 

“I’ll be back to pick up the rest of my stuff. Don’t worry, I still have a key.” 

Aaliyah helps Joe grab a few more things before they walk outside to his car. Loading up the trunk, Joe turns to Aaliyah. “Thank you for always being there for me.”

“Don’t worry ‘bout it, big dog. It’s what best friends are for,” Aaliyah smiles and pokes his chest. Joe smiles and closes the trunk. They walk around and climb into the car, only to buckle up and drive off toward Aaliyah’s apartment. 

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When they arrived at Aaliyah’s apartment after picking up some food, Joe immediately made himself at home. Aaliyah told him that he’d be staying in the guest room that he always sleeps in when he stays over. While Joe went and unpacked, Aaliyah served out their plates piled with several Chinese dishes and grabbed two ice-cold beers from her fridge. She set everything out on the coffee table in the living room and turned the tv on. And when Joe returned, they agreed on a show to watch while eating before digging into their food. 

In the midst of the episode, Joe grabs the remote and hits the pause button. They were long done with their meals yet they both got hooked on the show and decided to watch a few more episodes before going downstairs to the gym.

 Joe turns toward Aaliyah and opens his mouth to say something. “...Do you ever want to tell someone something… yet you don’t know how to say it or how it’ll affect your relationship with that person?” Joe asked. 

“I know what that feels like, yes,” Aaliyah answers. What was making him think of this, she thought. Her stomach tightened with the idea of Galina telling Joe something or one of Aaliyah’s friends going behind her back to say something to Joe. They couldn’t have… right? She hoped. Joe would have told her something… wouldn’t he have? 

“Have you ever had feelings for someone who was a close friend?” It was as if he knew and he was just playing a game with her. Aaliyah could feel the skin on her neck heat up and her ears begin to burn. 

“Uhm,” she coughs. “What’s this regarding, J? Do you have feelings for one of your friends?” 

“Well… I don’t know. It’s- well, it’s complicated,” he says. Aaliyah nods. She understood considering he literally just got out of a toxic relationship no more than three or four hours ago. “I guess now that I can think without being nagged at, I’m coming to realize that there may be someone I’ve always sort of wanted to be with, does that make sense?”

“Yeah. It makes total sense because up until now, you never had any time to yourself to sit and reflect on anything. Feelings require thinking sometimes too, ya know.” 

“Thank you, Aaliyah,” Joe says and reaches for the remote but Aaliyah stops him. “What?”

“Who is it?” she asks. 

“What do you mean?”

“Who have you always wanted to be with?” She’s more specific. Deep down she hoped he’d say her name but she knew that they were just friends, best friends, and Joe deserved more than she could ever give him. Aaliyah wasn’t Joe’s type. She was weird and funny, and while she was his go-to for basically everything, Joe was romantically interested in serious girls who always seemed to have an attitude. 

“Oh- it's no one. Not important,” he chuckles and reaches for the remote again. Aaliyah grabs the remote from the table and turns the tv all the way off. “C’mon-”

“Tell me. C’mon, big dog, it’ll be another one of our little secrets,” Aaliyah laughs. Joe smiles and shakes his head. 

“Really, it’s no one-”

“Oh please, J. I know you and I know that that kind of smile only forms when you’re lying. Tell me.” 

Joe falls back against the couch, his eyes squeezed closed as he laughs. When he looks at her, Aaliyah could swear her heart melted inside her chest. His dark eyes sparkled and Aaliyah’s eyes fill with bittersweet tears. Joe perches up and grabs her hand, his eyes now full of worry. 

“What’s wrong?” he whispers and raises her face so that he can see into her eyes. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

“I don’t know…” Aaliyah laughs. “It’s just nice to finally see you smiling, to see you happy.”

Joe’s heart clenches in his chest and he can’t resist the urge to pull Aaliyah into his chest, his lips connecting with the top of her head. He rubs her back and kisses her forehead when she decides to pull away from the embrace. It was as if something shifted between them, the air around them becoming more intense. The way they looked at each other was different than any other time. More lustful… more romantic. 

The big dog was the first to make a move, leaning in and brushing his lips against Aaliyahs. And as if it was instinct, Aaliyah pushes her lips against his. Joe pulls her closer, her legs now on either side of his waist as he sinks further onto the couch; their lips still connected. Groaning, Aaliyah begins to rub herself against Joe’s clothed dick. Joe’s hands begin to roam all over Aaliyah’s body, squeezing at her ass before running up under her shirt and unclasping her bra. His tongue slides into her mouth and he is able to fully taste her. 

“You feel so good,” Joe groans, his lips planting sloppy wet kisses on the skin of her neck. He bites here and there before sucking on the flesh and leaving a blood-red mark where his lips used to be. 

Aaliyah thinks for a moment and sits up, asking, “Are you sure we should be doing this? You just got out of a relationship.” Joe looks up at her, his hands on her hips. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever been more sure about anything in my entire life. I want this. I want you.”

Aaliyah smiles and pulls her shirt and bra over her head. She hovers over Joe and dips her head down to where she can plant another kiss on his lips. Joe grins and wraps his arms around her, his tongue sliding back into her mouth. He slides his hands into her pajama shorts and squeezes the plump skin of her ass again, groaning into her mouth before biting her lip and watching it snap back in place. 

Aaliyah grabs Joe’s shirt and pulls on it and Joe rushes to pull it over his head. She runs her hands down his now naked torso, her finger tracing some of the patterns of his tattoo. “Do you have a condom?” she asks him and bites her lip. 

“Fuck.. no,” Joe sighs. “I didn’t think to grab the box I had before I left-”

“It’s okay. Just pull out,” she smiles. Joe’s stomach did a flip and he felt his cock twitch in his pants. 

“You may just kill me, woman,” he teased. 

Their lips meet again in a more passionate, more hungry kiss. Joe raises up and lays Aaliyah down on her back. He kisses down her neck, sucking and biting at her soft skin. His hands pull her shorts from her waist and down her legs and he throws them elsewhere. Aaliyah spreads her legs and lets Joe slide in between them, his hot skin coming in contact with her sex which makes her moan. 

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” Aaliyah moans out as Joe begins sucking on her nipples. “I want you inside of me… please,” she whines. 

Joe groans and stands up. He pushes the sweatpants down his strong, long legs and steps out of them, kicking them across the room. Aligning himself with her entrance, Joe looks into Aaliyah’s eyes as he slowly sinks into her pussy. In unison, they moan loud enough for Aaliyah’s neighbors to hear. But neither of them cared. Joe pulls out halfway before pushing himself back into her, groans emerging from his throat while he watches his cock slide in and out of her. 

“You feel so good,” Joe praises. He pulls her leg up and pushes himself deeper, hitting a different angle inside of her. 

“You’re so big,” Aaliyah moans, her head falling back and her eyes rolling to the back of her head. Joe picks up his pace, his arms now on either side of her head. 

“Look at me, baby. Let me see those beautiful eyes,” he whispers. His hips roll into her at a deeper and harder rhythm. Aaliyah’s nails rake up and down Joe’s back and she wraps her arms around his biceps, her face falling into his neck. Joe reaches his hand down and begins to rub her clit in circular motions, bringing her closer to an orgasm. Raising his head up, Joe looks into Aaliyah’s eyes as he sends her into her first climax of the night. He continues to pump himself into her, his cock twitching against her walls and she clenches around him. Joe’s back arches and he begins to release his load into her. 

“I’m so fucking in love with you,” he groans out, his voice strained as he comes inside of her; his face buried in her neck. 

Aaliyah kisses his temple as his body begins to relax. She rubs his arm and kisses the bulging muscle in his bicep. Running her hand through his lengthy hair, Aaliyah peppers kisses across his skin. Joe begins to move and raises up, wrapping his arms around her. He leans down and gives her a deep kiss. 

“You forgot to pull out,” Aaliyah whispers against his lips and giggles. Joe smiles and kisses her lips again.  

“Oops.” 

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[vintagereigns]

“Is That Why You Left?”

Warnings: Just some curse words and my sucky-ass writing. Oops. 

Tags: None so far. Let me know if ya’ wanna be tagged in my stuff. 

Note: This was requested from someone over on my Wattpad account. If anyone cares, Imma try to post a request form-type thing for Tumblr so people can properly request from me. Sorry for any errors and hit that reblog button if you like this. 

Amidst the chaotic environment backstage, Malaika found a quiet spot to talk to Renee. It was an even more stressful week than usual as this week was the Superstar Shake-Up and Malaika found out that she will be transferring from Raw to Smackdown Live. Unlike her friends that were excited to spend more time with her, Malaika couldn’t help but feel frustrated with her transfer because her ex-boyfriend was currently the main face on Smackdown; which meant she’d be seeing him a lot more. 

Roman Reigns was the top dog around here and everyone loved him, and WWE made it their mission to keep the scandal of Joe and Malaika’s relationship hidden. After their breakup, Vince approved Malaika’s request to transfer to Raw and it was a blue moon when she’d see Joe. Malaika believes he had something to do with her move back to Smackdown. She was unprepared for what was to happen and she rushed to the best source she could find who just so happened to be her best friend, the wife of Joe’s best friend, Renee. 

“It’s all gonna be okay, just go talk to creative and see what they can do. I’m sure all of you can come to some sort of agreement,” Renee said and took a sip of her coffee. She looked at her phone and then back to Malaika, yet her eyes trained on someone walking toward the two of them. “Oh no-”

“Hey, Renee… Malaika,” Joe said as he walked up to the two women. 

Malaika’s face deepened in color, her ears burning and her heart rate speeding up. Renee felt horrible for her friend but Malaika was a big girl and she didn’t know where her presence seemed welcome in situations like this. Joe turned to Renee and the tension thickened between the three of them. 

“Soo… how are ya-”

“Did you talk to Vince?” Malaika pressed, cutting Joe off. 

“What do you mean?” 

“You’re Vince’s boy. His main guy, the money maker of the business, his go-to for everything. Did you request my switch?” 

“N-”

“Don’t even think about lying to me, Joe,” Malaika warned. Renee stood back, her eyes shifting between the two. She thought about leaving but she didn’t want Malaika to feel alone. 

“Fine, yes. I did request it. But he told me he didn’t know, it wasn’t a for-sure thing. Besides, maybe we can fix wh-”

“No, don’t even. I can’t believe you. I was so close to winning the Raw Women’s Championship, but now, because of you, that’s all gone.”

“We can go talk-”

“No! I will go talk to someone and fix your mistake. Again.”

“Again? What do you mean again?” 

His question went unanswered and he watched her walk away. Joe turned to look at Renee who turned her head to look at him. She shrugged and Joe shook his head. He looked down at Renee’s hands and saw her mug, teasing her saying “You know if you drink any more of that shit, you’re gonna turn into a coffee bean.”

“Fuck off, it’s been a long day,” she said and flipped him off before he began walking in the opposite direction. 

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Catering was loud and crowded and it was just another kick to Malaika’s nerves. She walked through the rows of tables and grabbed a bowl for some grapes she planned on getting. Standing in line, she was an arm away from the fruit when Joe walked up and grabbed her hand. Swatting him away, she glared at him. 

“Get off of me,” she spat. 

“I need to talk to you. Please, it’s important,” Joe said with desperation. 

“Ugh, why can’t you talk to me here?” The line was moving and Malaika stepped up, Joe following suit. 

“Because. Let me buy you lunch and we can talk there. Please.”

She thought about it for a moment before rolling her eyes and placing the paper bowl down on the table. Joe went to reach for her hand as they walked together but she smacked his hand away. 

“What did I ever do to you?” he stopped and asked her in the middle of the hallway. She whipped around with a look of disbelief colored on her face. 

“You cannot be serious right now.”

“Well, I am. A year ago I came home to an empty apartment and my girlfriend nowhere to be found. What did I do?”

“Why are you playing dumb, Joe? Stop playing the victim. You cheated on me with one of my closest friends! How-”

“What the hell are you talking about, Malaika? I’ve never cheated on you! I fucking love you, why would I ever do something like that?” 

“I don’t know, but you did. The press caught it, Joe. They caught you and Paige going into our hotel room together and her leaving alone. You did it on the bed we shared!” By now, even though it frustrated her to cry in front of someone who broke her, she couldn’t help the tear that fell messily down her face. 

“No, no, no. That’s not what happened! I swear. Baby- hey, look at me- that was not what happened. Is that why you left?” He stepped closer to her and used his hand to wipe her tears. 

“Yes it’s why I left. If you didn’t cheat, what happened?”

“Paige was helping me pick out an engagement ring for you,” he said, his now soft brown eyes staring into hers. She looked up at him with her lip quivering. 

“What?” 

“Yeah,” he laughed softly. “I was planning on marrying your ass. It fucking broke me when I came home from tour to see all of your stuff gone and our pictures ripped apart.”

“You wanted to marry me?” she asked, her hand working to wipe up the rest of her tears. 

“I still do.” 

She stepped closer and fell into his arms and, for the first time in a year, let them wrap around her. More tears and her makeup stained his shirt, but Joe didn’t mind it. It was a small price to pay to have his girl back in his arms. His lips left soft kisses on her head and on her forehead. 

“I’ve missed you, pepe.”

“I’ve missed you too.”

Joe broke away from their hold and grabbed her hand, pulling her with him toward the exit.

“Where are we goin’?” Malaika asked, her hand locking with his. 

“We got some love-makin’ to make up for,” he grinned and winked at her. Malaika smiled and Joe brought her hand to his lips, kissing the soft skin. 

“You’re a pervy little man,” she teased. 

“Little?” he scoffed. “Baby, nothing of me is little. Nothing. And you should know that.”

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[vintagereigns]

The House on The Hill

Warning: Mentions of death and my sucky ass writing. Oops. 

Word Count: 1175

A/n: Let me know if you like this. I had a bit of anxiety and a few heart murmurs while writing this piece. It’s scarier if you imagine yourself in the actual situation. Reblog if you like it and tell me what you think. I love the feedback. Sorry for any errors. Gifs go to their credited owners. 

The disastrous, horrifying events of the night had not been planned by any member of the small group of friends that roamed the haunted halls of the old, decaying house. It was a large house that stood weakly on a deserted hill. Outside, the ground was decorated in dry grass and the occasional patch of baby’s breath. The house, however, was scary and you felt as if someone had been staring at you and your friends the moment you walked up the driveway. The setting sun loomed over it, casting a shadow over the group.

The closer all of you got, however, the more dingey and disturbing it looked. Boards that once blocked a few of the windows were either kicked in or hanging from the last rusted nail that the board served a purpose to. Anthony, who had usually called himself the ‘leader’ of the group, walked up on the front porch, his weight breaking one of the planks. He cursed quietly, “Shit.” 

“Explain why we’re here again,” Marcus, who looked to be disinterested, asked while following Anthony. He had stopped on the last step to the top, his hand resting against the rusted, metal handrail. 

“It was on the list of the most haunted places around here,” Amy, Anthony’s girlfriend, explained. She pulled her hair into a ponytail and crossed her arms. “But it’s not just paranormal activity that drew Anthony here. Last year, a man, who went by the name Joe, and his wife were fixing this house to live in. They heard strange noises, ya know, like ghost noises-” Marcus rolled his eyes. “-and the longer they stayed in the house, the worse the man got. He started abusing his wife until one night, around three am, she woke up to find him standing over her with an ax in his hand. They found her dismembered three months later in the basement, all decomposed and littered with...bugs.” She shivered.

“How do you know all of that?” You ask. Amy looks over at you, her brows knitted together. 

“He was in the news. They arrested him.”

“Then why even bring that story up?” Marcus asked. Anthony began to open the front door, which swung with a creak loud enough to scare the birds overhead. 

“Because he got released last month. Turns out he had an incredible lawyer. Everyone suspects that he came back, ya know, to relive what he did.” Amy shrugged and began to walk toward the house, leaving you behind. Marcus looked at you with a faint smile. He knew you were scared of things like this, even if you tried to convince him otherwise, so he waited for you. 

“I may not believe, but it’d be wrong of me to leave my best friend alone when her brain is eating itself,” he said and grabbed your hand once your shoes hit the cracked wood of the porch. You couldn’t speak, your nerves getting the best of you, so you simply nodded and squeezed his hand. 

The inside of the house was even scarier than the outside. Everyone had their flashlights on yet it was so dark that you could only see in front of you. Marcus tugged on your hand and lead you to the left, which happened to be the kitchen. Anthony and Amy’s footsteps could be heard in the other room. At least you hoped it was them. 

“Do you really think that man came back here?” you whispered, unable to contain the thought. 

“If it’s real, then I don’t know. But those two make up shit all the time it’s hard to tell when they’re being honest,” Marcus said back. Creaking sounded from above the kitchen and your eyes snapped over to Marcus who had his flashlight pointed at you. “It’s just those two doofuses,” he said, trying to calm you. 

You slowly nodded and turned your attention toward the floor. What looked to be a table was broken into pieces against the wall, one of the legs was actually stuck into the drywall. Your mind drifted to a man throwing the table in order to get to his wife and you blinked back tears. “Let’s move somewhere else,” you muttered while gazing at an old, stained knife sticking out of the countertop. 

Marcus agreed and walked back with you. He pointed his light up the stairs and looked at you, questioning. You took a breath, your chest tight and your stomach in knots, and let your feet carry you up the steps. They were narrow, so you went first, but Marcus still held your hand. 

“Where are the others?” You asked him. He shrugged and looked down to the first floor. 

“Probably doing some kinky fantasy that Anthony has been wanting to fulfill because he’s a dumbass.” All of the doors were shut, which made a shiver crawl down your back. “That’s weird,” Marcus commented. He looked over at you and continued, “But I’m sure it’s nothing. Probably some other group of people came and did it or something.” Something. The man could have done it. Hell, he could still be here, waiting for you and your friends, hiding in one of the rooms. Maybe he was playing with you, wanting you to pick the door he was behind. 

You felt uneasy on the second floor, as if, again, you were being watched. Looking to Marcus, who currently looked between each of the doors, you stepped forward, the floor creaking under your weight. Grasping the flashlight tightly in your hand, you grabbed the doorknob to the room closest to your right. Twisting, you pushed the door open. You held your breath and your heart felt like it had stopped as you flashed the light in every corner of the room. 

Closing the door behind you, you turned toward your best friend. However, instead of meeting his friendly gaze, your eyes caught the dark ones of a large man, both muscular and tall, standing in front of one of the rooms. Marcus was at his feet, his neck twisted at a painful angle. You cringed and swallowed the thick lump in your throat. 

You didn’t know how you would get out of this situation, or even if you could, but you quickly turned and ran back into the room. Just as you slammed the door closed, you saw the man run toward you. The door shook and begged for mercy under his strong beating, the wood splitting and falling to the ground. You sat in front of the door, holding it shut the best you could. 

You cried. Screaming out, you begged him to stop and leave you alone. But the door flew open and you scurried over to the window. He stood there in the doorway, his chest rising and falling at a rapid pace. You pressed your side into the glass and cried. He took long strides to reach you, his large hand wrapping around your wrist and pulling you to the floor. 

He spoke, his voice deep and gravelly, almost inhuman. “Mine.”

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