Psycho Werewolf Sisters Michelle's POV
Chapter Eleven

I wake up and open my eyes to an unfamiliar room, I sit up and look around, pretty nice and big room but who’s room is it. Looks like I’ve been asleep for around 2 hours. I just sit there and next minute there’s this screaming in my head and I know exactly who it is.

MICHELLE!

I’m here and I’m okay but I don’t know where here is.

My guess is their house.

No shit Sherlock.

Shut it dipshit.

I look around and see something shine around my ankle. I don’t remember wearing anything around my ankles. I look closer and see that it is a handcuff I follow the small chain with my eyes and notice the other side is connected to the king-size bed.

I can’t fucking move some fucker handcuffed my ankle.

Same here I can get out but what about you.

I’ll let you know but if you get out first you fucking run! Do you hear me, Michelle!

Yes but I’m not leaving without you.

If you have to you go.

We’ll see.

I feel around on my hair and notice the idiot hasn’t taken any of the diamond hairpins out. Ha. I take a pin from my hair and sit with one leg underneath me and the one with the handcuff on stretched slightly, using the pin I pick the lock of the handcuffs and do it the first time. I am so glad I took those classes back in England.

Michelle?

Jennifer! Are you okay?

Ye are you out yet?

Ye just had to use one of my diamond hair grips.

Really? Okay well, I’m out to-

Wait how did you get out?

Some stupid idiot left the key in the far bedside table thinking I couldn’t reach it.

You lucky bitch!

I know hahaha

Hahaha

Now let’s get out of here

Okay Jen deep breath focus on me.

You go I’ll see you soon.

I’ll be waiting.

Whilst I wait for Jen to get here I may as well have a look around this room. One thing on the dresser was a picture that piqued my interest. It was a picture of four little boys and one adult man. The boys look like younger versions of Damon, Niklaus, and Ethan but the man looks very familiar to me and I think I know why. Because that man is the man that left my mum just after I was born my FATHER.

Michelle go to the window and open it.

Okay but why?

Just do it.

I walk to the window and when I look properly I see Jen hanging from the ledge. I have a sly smirk on my face thinking this is what we did when we snuck out back in England, I open the window.

Come on we are getting out of here. Follow me.

Jen moves to the left so I climb out and hang the same way as Jen is. Jen closes the window once I’m out and she signals for me to follow like what does she expect me to do stay here hell no. I nod at her before she starts to move along. Soon enough we reach the ground and we both crouch down keeping a lookout. Jen turns to look at me still crouched.

There is 6, we have a small window stay close and stay fast, you up for this?

Damn right, I’m with you all the way.

Ready..... GO!

We run with everything we have.

Just a little more.

One last push at running we make it through the other end of the forest that the house was on the edge of.

Are we clear?

From them yes now run like hell.

That is the exact thing we did we ran like the wind until we reached our house. Jen gets the key from her necklace once we are both inside she locks the door behind us.

“Jen get into the safe room now.”

“I’m coming now go.”

We make our way to the stairs, Jen runs her hand along the fourth step until she reaches the tiny keypad. Next, she places her index finger on the top of it until there are three small bleeps, we both step back as the stairs slope down into a slide of sorts before retracting into the wall revealing a hidden set of stairs going down under the house. We both make our way down the stairs and once at the bottom there is a huge steel door Jen enters the pin and puts her thumbprint to it, the stairs move back into place as the door opens, we walk through and close the door behind us.

“Thank god, mum wanted to put in a safe room.”

“I never thought that we would use it though Jen.”

“Same here.”

The safe room is the size of one floor of the house. In one corner is a massive kitchen, the opposite corner is the living room with 60 inch smart TV, three -three-seater couches spaced like a horseshoe around the TV, in another corner is two king-size beds specially made with net curtains and blackout curtains around them each and the last corner there is a box-type wall with a door on one side and through that door is the bathroom with toilet walk-in shower and hot tub.

There are security monitors in the safe room as well as motion detectors.

I walk over to the couch and literally throw myself on it and turn the telly on all whilst Jen takes a seat at the security system.

“Hay Michelle I am making some food do you want anything? Scratch that I know you will.”

“That’s my sister.”

“I’ll call you when it’s ready.”

“Okay.”

Jen goes and sorts the food and then comes and joins me on the couch to watch some TV.

“What are we watching sis?”

“Suicide Squad.”

“Hell yes!”

Me and Jen high five each other, she sits back just as the movie starts. 10 minutes later I hear the microwave bleep Jen gets up and goes to the kitchen.

“Hay Michelle, what sauces do you want?”

“BBQ and Tomato, please.”

“Not a problem.”

I see Jen take the sauces to the table and then come and goes back to the kitchen area to keep an eye on the food and also to watch the movie.

“Foods ready.”

I quickly jump up and go towards the dining table whilst leaving the movie on the telly as background noise. Jen places a plate in front of me and then sits across the table from me. We dig into our food and it’s gone within minutes. Both me and Jen work together to clean everything up. I start fiddling with the plate that I was washing in the sink then I say.

“I saw a picture of my dad.”