Chương 12: you to know

WHEN SHE DOESN'T HEAR THE SOUND OF THE DOOR LOCKING, she bangs against it, "I said lock it!"

"Fine!" Her brother yells back at her.

After she is sure the door is perfectly shut and secured, she begins making her journey towards the store. She walks off the porch of her apartment with hurried steps; she is not wasting time outside in getting the bread, who knows what lays in the shadows or what kinds of psychopaths move around at night? She curses at Brady under her breath; he's the reason she is out in the dark and scary neighborhood.

Something at the corner of her right eye, makes Aubrey stop walking.

There is a grey car parked at the other side of the street, directly opposite her apartment and her heart beats faster. Even though she acts tough and strong all of the time, she is still the scared little girl she has always been since birth.

She squints her eyes at the car trying to see if there is someone seated inside but it's pretty dark out so she can't make a guess. A car being parked on Elm Street is something that's rarely seen; this street is the quietest of all Mid-Bayern, mainly because it's occupied by old and lower-class people.

No one around here is able to afford a car except it's owned by visitors. She stays still in her spot staring at the grey car. On Friday night, she saw a red car outside of her apartment and at that same, exact spot, then it turned out to be thieves in it. Who knows what or who could be inside that car at the moment?

She turns back to her apartment, staring nervously at her cherry red door. If anything happens to Brady, it will be all on her.

"Make sure it's locked! Don't open up for anyone until I'm back!" She yells.

"Gosh, just go dammit."

She snarls. "Ungrateful corn-bag." She says under her breath.

She shakes off the uneasiness and proceeds to the store, humming her favorite song to push the fear away. It takes more minutes than expected to get to the store even though she runs midway; afraid to leave her brother alone at night.

Once she is at the store, she grabs two loaves of bread and pays for it, making sure to tip the young teenage girl at the cashier table; she knows what it's like to work till midnight at a young age.

She opens up the door in a feverish haste to get back home and the cold night air hits her face, making her shiver; it wasn't as cold as this when she got out of the house and the realization makes her stomach turn. She takes a left turn, entering into Elm Street. There isn't a single soul out here at night so it only makes her more scared that she's the only one walking at night.

She silently prays to be safe.

When she gets closer to her apartment, she slows down. She notices three figures standing in front of the house and her breathing picks up.

All of the houses at Elm Street are separated by a short fence with a small gate at the front of each house. The gate doesn't really serve as much of a security, since it can be jumped over by anyone.

She looks to the grey car parked at the other side before looking back to the three humans standing in front of the gate, whispering amongst themselves. She's sure they are the owners of the car. She hasn't seen them on Elm street and she virtually knows every person living on this street.

She clears her throat, puffs out her chest and straightens her back—she's not going to let anything happen tonight. She begins walking towards them.

"Who are you?" She brings down the tone of her voice to sound intimidating.

"Oh good, you're here." One of the three speaks and Aubrey frowns at his accent. He speaks in a way that's not American, neither is it British or Australian; she has never heard an accent like that.

She takes time to examine the three people in front of her. They all look disturbingly similar to one another but at the same time, they aren't. She can tell they are not siblings but they look alike in a certain way. In Aubrey's eyes, they don't look like people she has ever seen even from the typical racial backgrounds.

Simply, they look strange.

"We need to talk." The lady among them speaks.

Two young men and a lady stand before her, all in equal height but that may be because the lady has on heels. Her long black hair is full and thick reaching her waist; something most girls envied. Her figure is slender and elegant and she looks like a model. 'Maybe she is,' wonders Aubrey. Her striking blue eyes looks fierce and wicked and Aubrey can tell she has a nasty personality.

The last guy looks a little older than the other two with his brown-red hair and white tee shirt, but she can tell he's around the same age group with her. He looks the most intimidating which makes her slowly take a step back.

"I don't know you, so we have nothing to talk about." She still keeps her tone down as she speaks. She turns to walk away but the first guy who spoke up, stops her.

"We understand that but this is important, we need to see you." He speaks.

She turns back to face him. Amongst the three, he is the least scary looking with his warm brown eyes and short brown hair— cut low at the sides and the front fuller.

"Be fast about it; go in there, drop the bread for your brother and come back out." The lady says with boredom.

The young man with brown hair nudges her shoulder and Aubrey doesn't miss the action. It's like she said more than she is supposed to say and most importantly, the bag Aubrey holds isn't a see-through one so there is no way she could've guessed it is bread she holds. And they know about her brother.

"You should leave." Aubrey says, already spooked by their appearances.