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You were sleeping in since it was Saturday…also known as your chill day. Dreams, silence, peace…until…BRIIINGGGG, your phone goes off. You crinkle your face as you try to ignore the call but it continued to ring. Eventually, driven mad from the ringing, you yank the phone off the nightstand, “Hello?!” “Oh god, I need you, ASAP,” Zach says dramatically. You sat up in your bed, rubbing your forehead, “What’s up, Zach…” “Just come over!” He shouts before hanging up. You sigh, what was supposed to be a “chill day” turned out to be totally different. You threw your sweatpants, fuzzy bunny slippers, and a baggy t-shirt on and headed to Zach’s house that was a few blocks up. His parents’ car wasn’t there so they must’ve been out. The back door was opened, “Zach,” You said walking up the stairs on the deck in the backyard that led to the kitchen. “Y/n,” He said quickly pulling you in for a hug. You’re confused, “What’s wrong?” “I’m dying. Mom and Dad went for a business trip and left me with…them,” He pointed to his little brother, Ryan, and little sister, Reese. You laughed, “Zach! You had me worried. It can’t be that bad.” “They’re never satisfied,” He frowned. “I’ll help you out,” You smiled at him. His rosy cheeks flashed, “Thanks.” “Are you Zach’s girlfriend?” Reese cocked her head to the side. You snorted while squinting your eyes, “Pft, no, no way…no.” “Who are you then?” “…I’m his best friend,” You looked back at him. He looked like he was forcing a smile. “We’re bored,” Ryan noted. “Let’s play a game,” You suggested. “What kind?” Reese shined her adorable teeth at you. “Uhm…tag?” “Hide and seek!” Ryan exclaimed. “That should be fun,” You shrugged at Zach. “I guess,” He said. “Who’s the seeker?” You looked around suspiciously. “YOU!” They all pointed at you before running to hide. “Geez,” You sighed, “I wanted to hide.” As you counted to 30, you heard footsteps in the room above you. Must be one of them, “30, ready or not here I come!” You laughed as you jogged up the stairs to the room you heard a thud in. The door slowly creaked as you slipped in, “I found you,” You said looking around for someone. You swung the closet door open, no one, you thought. Until you saw the shape of a body underneath a blanket, a smile crept across your face as you yanked the blanket off revealing a ghastly clown statue. Naturally, you screamed, causing Zach, Reese, and Ryan to run to the scene. “What’s wrong?” Zach quickly comforted you. “That clown statue, jeez Zach, I thought it was you,” You said holding your chest. “Clown statue? I don’t remember us owning a clown statue,” He lifted an eyebrow. “Probably something Dad stored up here,” Ryan added. “Let’s go play a board game,” Zach said looking at the closet. As you all went downstairs, the thought of the clown lingered. If there wasn’t anyone in the room, what were the footsteps you heard? At around 7:00 PM, It began to get dark. After hours of playing Uno, Chutes and Ladders, Candyland, and Monopoly, you suggested they all watched a movie. “A Scary Movie,” Zach said with a sly smile. “Zach,” You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, scary!” Ryan joined Zach in creepy smiles. You looked at Reese, “You alright with that?” “Mhm,” She nodded. Zach turned off the lights upstairs and went to make a huge bowl of buttery popcorn. As you all waited for the movie to start, you heard the floor creak upstairs. You looked back to see where Zach was, “Zach?” He popped his head out from the kitchen, “Yeah?” Fear poked on your bones, “Zach…c'mere,” You said slightly whispering. “What’s wrong?” Ryan said. “Stay here,” You smiled to reassure them. Zach looked confused, “What?” “There’s something upstairs…” “Something?” “I heard creaking…like someone was walking,” You adjusted your sweatpants. “We can check it out, it’s probably nothing,” He laughed. You both walked up the stairs slowly, it was dark so you squinted your eyes to try and see. The room where the clown statue was had a light on, “Did you do that?” Zach shrugged with his eyebrow crinkled, “M'nah.” Bravery forced you to push the door open with a gasp. There was nothing but the clown statue standing there, with a life-like figure, it looked so real, “Ok, this thing is beyond creepy.” “I’ll call Dad to see if we can put it somewhere else,” Zach pulled his phone out. As he dialed his father’s number, you observed the statue. The artists that created it must’ve had god-sent tools, it looked like a human in a clown’s costume. But it was so still and lifeless, you brushed the thought. “Yeah…I dunno…it’s creeping Y/n out…what…what d'you mean…” Zach said before his eyes got wide and his pupils got small. He looked at you with a shocked look as if he’d been shot. “What?” You said confused yet worried. “He said…we don’t have a clown statue,” Zach said. Your eyes bolted to the statue. “Get out of there and call the cops,” You could hear Zach’s Dad saying through the phone. Your stomach dropped, the door was so close, yet so far. If this wasn’t a statue…then it must be a person. Out of nowhere, Zach pushed you out and slammed the door. You both shot downstairs and pulled Reese and Ryan from the couch. “What’s going on?” Ryan said. You could hear loud boots jogging across the floor upstairs, that made you move quicker. You ran outside to the neighbors’ house and called the cops.
Later that night, Zach, Ryan, and Reese stayed over your house. Zach’s parents’ were on an emergency flight home. It turned out the police searched the house, every nook, and cranny. They couldn’t find anything until they reached the basement. They found a hollow clown costume and a knife surrounded by glass. The “clown” was actually a wanted murderer and rapist. You were so happy that was got out safely. You thought about what would’ve happened if you didn’t investigate the footsteps you heard. Fear still lingered around you and Zach when you realized whoever the “clown” really was…he was still on the loose…
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Ah, you dork I know I’m hella late but happy belated birthday to this gorgeous ass goofball You’ve grown so fast May 27, 2001, we were blessed once again I remember first seeing you guys and I was looking at your ages and I was depressed because the others were way older than meBut you, you were perfect in age, appearance, personality, everythingAnd you make me laughAnyways, in conclusion, I love you dearly Zachary Dean Herron I wish you the best of birthdays and enjoy your 17th year of life, I will always support you guys in happinness - Lei
I peered out into the horizon, watching the sunrise from my patio. It was a beautiful orangey-pink that made me feel warm. “Good morning, beautiful,” Shawn said while holding a tray of food. “Morning, baby,” I smiled. “Your favorites, waffles with blueberry syrup, a fresh cup of coffee, and sliced mango,” He beamed at me. “Aw, you’re too cute,” I said taking a small bite from a waffle. “You don’t have to go to work today, do you?” I fixed my sunglasses, “Shawn, you know I have to go…come on.” “I arranged dinner plans for tonight…” He said dropping his head. “I’ll be back before then, I promise,” I caressed his face. The corner of his mouth lifted, “Good.” “Now, let’s eat-” I began before my phone rang, “Hold on.” “Ms. Madles,” A voice I recognized to be Lupo, my assistant, said. “What can I do for you, Lu,” I rolled my eyes. “It’s an emergency,” He said, “You have to get out of your house.” “What? What the hell is going on?” “Remember Algolucci?” My eyes widened.
Flashback
“Juliana, baby, if you have any goals in life, go for them,” My father casually smoked a cigar. I was about 10 years-old at the time so I didn’t necessarily have any particular goals, “I don’t get it…” “You will. Trust me,” He smiled, “Come here.” I walked over to where his bodyguards usually would be standing. He was a giant compared to me. I’m talking 6'4, buff, broad shoulders, if he weren’t my father, I’d be terrified of him. But a gentle giant he was, at least to me. “Always remember, however, there are bad guys that will always try and take your goals,” He said. “I can fight them,” I said, frowning my face. “Ah, but you can’t. Princesses don’t fight,” He softly poked me, making me giggle. “Can I have a bodyguard like you?” “I’m your personal bodyguard,” He winked as someone knocked on the door. Both of us looked toward the door, “Who is it?” He said, his voice bellowed through our house. “It’s Vinny, we got Rossi,” Vinny announced. My father rubbed my shoulder, “Sweetheart, why don’t you go upstairs and play with your toys.” Of course, I obeyed my father and opened the door, revealing a mob of huge men peering down at me as if my eyeball was hanging out the socket. There was one guy in particular that I saw. He had bright brown eyes, greasy black hair, a 5 o'clock shadow, and tattoos all over him. That was Mark Salvato Algolucci or just Algolucci. Another man, I was guessing to be Rossi, was shivering with fear. I walked through the valley of giants and skipped up the stairs, pretending like I was leaving until they closed the door. At the top of the stairs, there’s a window to the room that I discovered when my father and mother argued. I can see and hear perfectly as if I’m in the room myself. “Rossi,” My father said with disgust. “He was trying to get away from us,” Vinny said, he’s such a troublemaker. “Did you get it?” My father asked. “N-Not-” Rossi began before my father interrupted. “Y'know, Rossi, I gave you 5 weeks…you should’ve at least accomplished something.” “I tried-” Rossi started. “I don’t want to hear…‘try’ or 'I wanted’…I want my fucking money.” “I can try again,” Rossi pleaded. “Mmm,” My father hummed. “I have a family, please,” Rossi begged. My father laughed, “I have a family too…if it were the other way around, I’d be dead.” “No,no-” Rossi tried. My father waved his hand, “Algolucci.” Algolucci walked up to Rossi, calmly, and shot him in the forehead. His blood spattered on the wall behind him. When Rossi fell, Algolucci continued to ram bullets into his lifeless body. I jumped at the sudden sounds. I watched, tears welling up in my eyes. As I rubbed my chest to calm my heart, I remember seeing Algolucci staring up at me, as if he made the shots gruesome just for my innocent eyes.
“Yeah, yeah I remember him…” I said. “Yeah? Well, he’s out for you,” Lupo exclaimed, “In fact, you’re on the run from…maybe…the whole mafia…” “Me? Why?!” I screeched. “I’ll explain later, I’ll meet you at the hideout,” He said. I hung up. “Everything alright?” I turned to Shawn who looked worried, “Oh yeah! Of course, honey…” I lied. “Well, let’s eat-” Shawn sat down. “Shawn, we have to go, now…” “What?” “We have to leave…the house-” I began to explain before we both heard glass break in the house. “What is that?” Shawn stood up, confused. My heart raced, “I don’t know…” We walked into our room which led from the patio, “Jul, tell me something for god’s-” “Shhh,” I hushed Shawn. There were people downstairs. I opened the door of our bedroom slowly and looked over the banister of the stairs. “Who are they?!” Shawn whispered. I sighed, I didn’t want to tell him…but I had to at some point. I ran back to the room and opened my underwear drawer. “What the hell is going on,” Shawn said sternly. “You have to be quiet,” I said. “I’m not being quiet until you tell me WHAT’S GOING-” He began raising his voice. “Alright, alright!” I said, “I have to explain later. But those guys are out to get me.” “I don’t get it…” “Shawn, go inside the closet.” “What? No way,” He laughed ridiculously. “Just do it!” I pushed him the closet. “But you’ll get hurt,” He said, his eyes sparkling. “I won’t, I promise.” I closed the closet door and went out into the hallway. I quietly slipped downstairs to see 4 guys searching through our stuff. I grabbed a vase and slammed it against the closest guys head. As he dropped to the ground, the other guy threw his fist at me. I dodged it and jabbed his chest which didn’t have much effect. I saw the opportunity to run so I did. To the kitchen. I grabbed a chair and knocked him in his head with it. Two down. Two to go. Now, over my years of growing, my father never taught me how to fight. But I taught myself. I took 4 years of martial arts, 3 years of defensive training, and I got a black belt in karate. Yet, I still suck at fighting. “Why are you here!” I shouted. “You know why,” A man with a beard said. “Clearly…I don’t…” I narrowed my eyes. “You’re quite the fighter, I must say. But you have something that I want.” “Who are you?” “Joey Maccapachi,” He smiled. “Wait…so Algolucci didn’t send you?” I shook my head. “No,” He frowned, “I beat them here.” “Them?!” “Enough talking, give me the money or you’ll die,” He said holding his gun at me. “I don’t have it!” I said. “You do. Vinny told us exactly where you hid it,” He said, making my eyes bulge. “Vinny?!” “Yes. Your father’s right-hand man…” He said, laughing maniacally. He pointed his gun at me and almost pulled the trigger. From out of nowhere, a man jumped on me from the side. We flew into the cabinets, I looked up to see Shawn standing there, hovering over me. “Shawn Peter Raul Mendes, aka the boss…what a surprise…” Joey said to my surprise. How does he know Shawn?!
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