It’s dark by the time I get to the manor. The gates are shut but I still have the code. Slowly, I creep towards the keypad, my fingers dancing over the buttons. There’s an affirmative click. It’s still the same. Still my birthday. I slip up the driveway, making sure to walk on the grass so my shoes didn’t crunch on the gravel and alert his ninety million guards he probably had posted everywhere. I need to remember how the food was brought in, seeing as I can’t exactly go knocking on the front door and ask them to let me in. Strafing round the edge of the lawn, I spot it. The servants door. An evil smirk appears on my rosy lips as I push it open, peering in to make sure that no-one was around. “Justin!?” comes the surprised whisper as I spin about so fast I almost fall over my own feet in shock. “Chris!?” I silently shriek as he tackles me, arms wrapping around my neck. It’s been a while since I’ve seen the gardener, we were at high school together. He pulls back and lets his eyes stray over me, “You look good”, he purrs with a cheeky yet slightly creepy smile as he disappears behind a cabinet. I blush and nods, “Yeah whatever, is there still the stairs from the kitchen to my bedroom?” I ask, turning away from the direction he went in, “Yeah, too bad you won’t need it” comes his voice, a slightly apologetic tinge to it. I’m about to ask him what he means when a yell echoes the house, “JUSSIN!” I turn my head round in time for the baseball bat to smash me in the side of the head. I‘m out before I hit the floor. ~~~~~~~~ Lindsay sat bolt up, looking about in the darkness as she moved round the room frantically collecting together some things. “Baby?” came Mel’s voice as she looked across at her from the bed, “What’s wrong?” The blonde shook her head, “It’s Justin, he’s hurt”. Melanie knew about the dreams concerning her brother. 99.9% of the time they came true, “Gus saved him from death but he’s injured, I have to go to him!” She was frantic. “Linds?” she turned about as a set of keys were thrown at her, “Use her”. Lindsay nodded, now dressed in black tight pants and a black tank, running down the stairs, her boots thudding off the floor as she headed into the garage, starting up Melanie’s motorbike before heading to the Penthouse. ~~~~~~~~ Ben looked from Jennifer to the lift as it opened, Jennifer’s oldest daughter stepping out. She looked at them all, slipping off the glasses and throwing them on the sideboard before approaching, “Mother”, she greeted with a kiss on the cheek. She glanced sideways at Brian, “Bri, hi…” she greeted somewhat nervously at the fact she was wearing leather. All she got was a grunt in response followed by the rubbing of tired and puffy eyes. Surely that sadness wasn’t all about Gus. “Justin’s hurt” Ben, Brian, James, Molly and Jennifer all looked up in urgency, “Where is he!?” her brother asked, biting back tears. She sighed, “I’m not sure, but mother, it looked like the manor”. Collective gasps from all but Brian, who looks confused. “The boy is clearly deranged. What’s he doing there!?” Ben asks in horror as he starts pulling on his jacket, throwing James’ at him, “He’s looking for Gus, who’s in that house somewhere, along with a now fatally injured Justin!” Molly scoffed, “Justin’s lived through a lot, they’ll be fine”, they being the babies too. Lindsay shook her head, “No Molly, he’s never been smashed with a baseball bat in the head before!” she spat angrily, grabbing her glasses, “Now come the hell on!” Then she was in the lift with the rest behind her, Brian included. ~~~~~~~~ My head feels ready to explode, there’s something wet running down the side of my face and off my neck and shoulders. I try to raise a hand to my head, only to find it chained to the wall above my head. The other one is too, same with my feet, only below me. I crack open my eyes, only for there to be darkness, but there’s a tint of red which I assume is blood. That blood helps me make out the room, there’s no-one here except the toddler watching me from the crib. “Gussy?” I whisper, if I hear his voice then I’ll be able to relax. “Jussin, you’re awive!” comes the happy voice as I feel a sore smile appearing on my lips. My tongue searches for my lip ring, only to realise it’s been ripped out. Great. Tortured and now possibly blind. Could this night get any worse. I fight against my restraints, feeling them dig in and cut at the skin of my wrists as I hear footsteps then the door closes, followed by a cheerily taunting voice. “Hello son!” …Spoke too soon.