New Year [3]

(Kyle)

Me: Where are you?

Mal: I’m home, where else would I be?

Me: Just asking. Didn’t want to assume. Grey’s around. He might have dragged you along to a party just so he could grab an extra plate of food for himself or something. I don’t know.

Mal: Sounds like something he would do, but no. He’s actually sleeping

I think.

Mom is sleeping, too.

We didn’t exactly have plans for new years day... and I know mom would have wanted to sleep through it anyway

It’s really no big deal to us

I pick the door’s lock. Within a few seconds, the door is open. I step inside, locking it silently behind me, and creeping further into the house. Downstairs is dark. Everyone must be in their rooms, I imagine.

I’m wrong.

The slash of metal and footsteps startles me -I hear the noise of haste as someone ambushes me.

The light suddenly switches on in the room. Grey is holding a knife to my neck, his other hand still on the light switch.

“Kyle!?” he exclaims.