Sixteen years ago—
Washington, America
Seaphs Villa
Rand Sivers was lying on the ground, the bed bone pressing against his back, as if it was squeezing his lungs, making it extremely difficult for him to breathe. His heart was beating so fast, it was almost like it was hitting the cold floor through his chest. This too narrow space reminded him of the box he used to hide in. It is said that when he was very young, he hid in the box and Vincent jokingly locked the box, he carried the box away For a short distance, probably thought it was fun to be able to carry his brother like a luggage, he was laughing... And ten minutes later their parents found out about it, when they panicked and opened the suitcase. At that time, Rand was already blushing from breathing difficulties.
Vincent hasn't touched a single hair of his since then, and with his patient companionship, Rand overcomes his dark phobia.
But now he wasn't quite sure about it, the bed was cold and dark, like a crushed coffin.
Rand's teeth were clenched hard, and he took short, soft breaths.
He had shed tears before because of the deep fear, but he did not dare to make any sound. The snot flowed out of his nostrils and slid on his face. It was very uncomfortable and dirty. Rand put his face The bottom half of his body was buried in his elbows, trying to wipe away those tears and snot with his sleeves.
Fear, jealous fear and unease, gnawed at him bit by bit like worms.
"Ta-ta-ta-"
That's the sound of high heels walking on hardwood floors, and if you don't know it, you might mistake it for someone hitting something with a hammer.
At the same time, it is the source of Rand's fear.
Rand saw a pair of bright red high-heeled shoes in the narrow line of light drawn from the floor and the edge of the bed.
It has a very high root and it is very pointed, like the kind of shoe that can easily dig into your temple, because it is definitely not suitable for ergonomic shoes, and the instep of the foot inside the shoe is covered like a witch There were bulges of the bones of the feet, and under the pale to almost transparent skin, there were meridians protruding like cyan earthworms.
The feet were walking back and forth in the room, wandering around.
At the same time, the owner of the feet was making a sweet call.
"Hey, my little bunny? Where are you? Don't want to be with Mommy?"
After Rand heard the words that seemed to have quenched poisonous honey, the tears could not be controlled any longer.
His body trembled involuntarily, and his heart almost exploded with fright.
The woman crackled open and rudely closed the furniture in his room, from cupboards to wardrobes.
Whenever she was any closer to him, Rand was so frightened he nearly fainted.
Thank god the bed shovel was small and it didn't look Tibetan at all, but that's why Rand was able to sneak away when the woman broke in and claimed to be his mother Then hid under the bed.
He was about to be squeezed to the point of suffocation, but the twisted shadow of the woman reminded him of the devil. Rand was afraid to do anything because he realized he was in danger.
This bed is his only shelter now.
Fortunately, after rummaging through all the cupboards in Rand's room, the woman finally left with those high heels. Rand still heard her morbid voice in the distance, calling him.
Rand lay on the ground and waited for a while before pulling out a cell phone from his pocket while shaking.
This was the cell phone his parents had left him for emergency contact. Rand gritted his teeth and tried to control his trembling fingers, and pressed his parents' number on the phone.
But…
"Hello, this is the Sivers house..."
The familiar voice of the answering machine from the microphone confused and panicked Rand.
He didn't understand at all why this was happening, why it didn't contact his parents at all and went back to Sivers' internal phone? Even that recording was made by Rand himself.
In fact, it's a very minor line change - Vinson was thinking that Rand might occasionally find his parents, and that if he revealed Vinson himself wasn't in the house it would affect his elopement plans with Caroline. Made some tricks in Rand's phone.
No matter who Rand was calling, the final signal would be transferred to the answering machine at the Sivers home.
This applet would only run for a short period of time, less than an hour, but it was just enough for him and Caroline to get to the airport and get on the plane, after which the security system and communication would be restored immediately. Vincent never thought that in less than an hour, everyone's fate would be changed.
At this moment, Rand didn't know Vincent's plan at all, he only knew that he was completely trapped. He was so frightened that he immediately closed the call, and his panic may be the best portrayal of him now.
At the very beginning, he even thought that Vincent would appear in front of him and drive the terrible woman away, but his screams echoed for a long time in this once warm and wonderful place, but the preexistence was like a labyrinth In a cold, empty house.
Vincent never showed up.
"Ugh... Vincent..."
Rand finally couldn't hold back his despair, and there was a slight sob in his throat.
Finally, with the last glimmer of hope, he pressed Vincent's number...
Thankfully, Vinson left his number as a last resort - it's the only number that doesn't transfer, just in case something goes wrong (of course, Vinson thinks that's a very small chance. ), Rand can still find him.
The call was connected...
"Beep beep-"
Caroline heard a phone ringing in her room that didn't belong to her.
She quickly found Vincent's mobile phone and looked at the caller ID on it.
Shown above is "Rand"...
Vincent was doing the final packing in the garage downstairs, and in less than five minutes, Caroline knew she was going to have a completely different life from Vincent. However, the caller ID made Caroline gasp for breath.
Ah, here we go again.
She thought, that clingy brat, what will it be this time? Headache? Or a stomach ache? Or is his toy missing
Rand does sometimes inadvertently interrupt Caroline's date with Vincent, after all, he's not at the age where he'll find it interesting to have sex between men and women.
Vincent always explained it that way.
He just found the sweet stare of Vincent and Caroline a little boring.
Fuck you boring.
Caroline's heart beat a little faster. She hesitated for a while. Instead of going downstairs and handing the phone to Vincent, she held her breath and pressed the switch on the phone.
"Hi?"
she says.
From the other end of the phone came a burst of rapid, suppressed breathing.
"Wen, Vincent?"
Rand's slightly sobbing voice came from there.
Caroline looked at the door, she went to her cloakroom and then turned to speak.
"No, it's me, Caroline, Vincent has something to do, and it's not convenient to answer the phone right now. What happened? You can tell me, and I'll tell Vincent..."
"Help, save me..." Caroline was interrupted by Rand's terrified words, "a weird woman came to the house and she said... she said she wanted me to leave with her... she was horrible... the phone couldn't get through. … Caroline, save me…”
But his deep fear, filtered through the phone signal, landed in Caroline's ears more like some kind of... acting
Rand has never shown such a vulnerable appearance in front of Caroline, and he is even a little reckless under the favor of his family. He loved to roam around the house, to play, and sometimes Caroline would hear the rest of the Sivers call him "the little white lion."
It is precisely because of this that Caroline frowned unconsciously. She instinctively took the call as a prank by some kid trying to get Vincent back from her.
She softened her voice.
"Oh my God, isn't it? It's alright, we'll save you right away, stay where you're supposed to be."
…and then when we get to the airport, we'll let Mrs and Mrs Seavers go home.
she thought silently.
Then hung up the phone.
To prevent Vincent from seeing the call, she deleted the communication log.
Almost at the same time, the voice of Vincent going upstairs came from outside the door.
"Caroline we should go... Caroline?"
He frowned and glanced at Caroline.
"Your face is not very good, what's wrong?"
Caroline smiled unnaturally.
"nothing."
She said, then walked up and hugged Vincent tightly, she pressed her face to Vincent's chest and felt his heartbeat.
This is her love, this is her new life.
she said to herself.
And it was just a prank call, Vincent should always leave Rand and have his own life...
She did nothing wrong.
Caroline closed her eyes, and a voice in her heart repeated these words over and over again.
Yes, she did nothing wrong...
And in a place not far from the lovers.
A pair of red shoes stopped by Rand's bed.
Rand curled himself into a ball, clutching the phone tightly.
Vincent will come to his rescue.
he thinks.
Caroline said they came back to save him.
Just hold on a little longer, hold on a little longer... They're coming to save him soon, so have to keep calm... They're going to save him soon...
"Hey, what a sly little bunny."
The woman said hoarsely at the bedside.
She knelt down slowly.
A thin and pale face appeared in front of Rand.
She let out a whistle briskly... "I got you~"