Chapter 6: Lies or Cries?

Belle's P.O.V

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After school, Mrs Figgle asked me to show the twins around the school since they both sat next to me.

"But-", I abruptly got up slamming my fists on my desk.

"Ahhhh!.. no buts!", She waved her index finger in the air as most of the students had began to file out of the class.

"Anything wrong?", Pete asked, Peter was beside him.

To me.... This was just another nightmare.

"Nothing boys, Belle is going to show you around before everywhere gets locked up", her eyes narrow at me. "Aren't you?"

I didn't reply as Mrs Figgle left alongside the last set of students.

"So...", I turned to them trying to keep a straight face. Showing signs of weakness would be dangerous as I was all by myself. "I have something to do at home...". I'd managed a wave before turning to leave.

Neither of them said anything... Halfway down the hallway, my phone pinged through my left pocket.

I'm not crazy enough to read that!

I managed to pick up the pace.

It pinged like four more times before I'd gotten to the door.

I was too scared to read it.... But more terrified of ignoring him.

Butch: Come back...

#Butch: I'll kill you once you cross the door.

#Butch: I'll also kill you if you ignore me.

#Butch: When you come, apologize while smiling. Be nice... Babe...

#Butch: I'll tell you which one I am, but you have to walk me home. Like the girlfriend you are.

I swallowed pausing to think for a few seconds. The approaching footsteps from afar made my heart skip a beat.

"That wasn't nice at all", Pete said.

"It's been a long day, she's probably tired", it was typically the same voice... But the other twin, Peter.

Taking a breathe of courage, I found herself running up to them. "I'm really sorry..", I bowed her head.

They both looked to me in confusion. Damn... He was a good actor.

"Ohh.. it's cool, I guess", Peter smiled a little.

"Yeah.", The other brother nodded.

"No..no!", I unwillingly shook my head. "That was so rude of me... Let me make it up to you by walking you guys home"

They looked suprised.

"You really don't have to-"

I cut Pete off by grabbing both their arms and walking in their middle. They were both really tall...

Or was I just that short?

In my head, I was too freaked out to stop the act. "Where do you live anyway?", I asked while walking out the school premises, if the silence goes on any further.... I might start screaming soon!

Peter took his hand away, "if you hold both our hands, people might think we're dating.."

Pete didn't say anything.

Was it Pete?...

I was watching them so closely for any slip ups.

"I guess I'll hold on to her then..", Pete still didn't let go as we walked to their house. His hands were too soft for a killer...

"Thanks for stopping by!", Peter waved as I turned to leave.

Which of them could it be?... Peter might have just acted that way to throw me off?

I watched them both go into the house without looking back, about a minute later... My phone pinged.

#Butch: Pretend to fall in mud and come back to borrow a shirt or something.

"What the fuck!!?", I'd literally screamed in the middle of the road. How was I meant to pretend?

There was some muddy water a few feet away. Maybe if I found out the real one, I could ki-

I shook her head at the thought of using that word so casually. "Maybe I could take him to the police?"

It was now or never....

I tripped on purpose and fell into the mud.

A few passers-by stared as I made her way to the boys house. The shoulder is landed with was hurting..

I knocked twice and waited out a few seconds.

"Someone's at the door!", Pete called out. I'd slowly started to identify their voice differences.

Pete's was more high pitched than Peter... Especially when he was loud like just now.

"Ahh!... I was about to take a shower..", Peter called back as I heard footsteps approaching the door.

"Hey!", I waved.

"What happened?", Peter met my sad eyes with worry. Was it him?

"Nothing much, just tripped", I'd forced a laugh. "Clumsy me!"

"Ohh.... sorry bout' that", he left the door open for me to come in. "I was about to take a shower... You could go first, we have fresh towels", he smiled.

It was probably Peter. He was acting too clueless....

I nodded slowly before he led me to the bathroom.

"Don't try anything funny", my my tone was dry but dead serious.

My phone pinged beside me while I was in the shower, I'd caught a glimpse of the text before getting out of the shower.

#Butch: Do you still wanna know who I am?

#Belle: I already know, it's Peter. You tried to act so unsuspicious, it's obvious...

#Butch: Ohh.. you're done now?... There are some fresh clothes on the bed.

He totally dodged replying!

There was a big shirt and a a pair of shorts. I was gonna look like Billie Eilish... Lol. But the less popular version, Belle Eilish.

Deciding not to think about anything , I'd started dressing. No underwear.

There was a knock at the door. "It's Peter!", He called out.

"What do you want?", I shot back as he opened the door.

"So.. you figured it out..", he smirked while approaching me.

"Don't come near me...", I'd begun moving backwards while my eyes searched for anything I could use to hit him around the room.

"Don't make a fuss now", he pushed me gently to sit on the bed, before sitting beside me.

"Wha.. what are you gonna do to me?", I was trying to sound brave.

He put his hands around my shoulders before kissing me on the cheek.

I didn't move. "You're gonna rape me, aren't you?", My body felt stiff as goosebumps surfaced about upper arm.

He laughed some more. "Don't worry, we won't hurt you"

We?!

The door slowly creeked open. Pete was standing there, his back against the wooden door frame.

"We're both Butch", Peter tangled his fingers in my hair.