Mr.Right novel Chapter 12

Silence.

Intense silence fills the house and I'm too scared to even let out a breath.

If this was a horror movie, I'd be in front of the screen, yelling at the characters to run out of the house and get help because that's what I'm good at. Running when things go wrong.

Suddenly, I hear footsteps in the living room and the creaking of a door opening. The sound chills my bones, but the lights shining in the mini living room seem to calm me a bit.

Surprisingly, I don't run out of the door, mainly because I'm too tired and sleepy. Instead, I grab a bat resting in a corner and position it between my hands for self-defence.

I edge dangerously close to the main living room and see a figure bent forward in front of the refrigerator. The door of it blocks his face and the sight of it sends icy shivers down my spine.

But this is not a horror movie. This is real life we're talking about, so I tighten my grip on the bat, moving towards the figure slowly and quietly.

Then I attack.

Within minutes, my bat has beaten him senseless and the stranger sprawls on the floor in a heap.

"You thief!" I cry out as the bat continues to come in contact with his head and waist.

Before I can do much more damage, however, I hear footsteps running towards me and, the next thing I know, Maverick has jumped out from nowhere, blocking me from the crumpled body on the floor with a terrified look on his face.

"Whoa! What's going on?"

"Move!" I yell, raising the bat again. "There's a thief in the house!"

"That's my stepbrother," He cries out and confusion drags it's way across my face.

"Your stepbrother is a thief?"

"There is no thief!"

I let the information sink into my aching head as realization dawns on me, then I let the bat fall from my hands.

"Oh."