RP with @simming-love - story below the cut! :) Warning: The writing is a bit dark - if you have trouble with physical violence, this probably isn’t for you.
As Leightyn drove down Grove Street towards home, she noticed a black vehicle parked horizontally across the driveway, entirely blocking her from entering the garage. She inched her robin’s egg colored Volkswagen beetle into the driveway, trying her best not to block the sidewalk with the rear-end of her car.
“What the hell!” Leightyn huffed in annoyance as she exited her car, slamming the door behind her, and began examining the black vehicle. A chill rippled through her body when she noted the model: a Range Rover. No one around Timber Ridge drove this kind of car. The residents of the sleepy, small town all drove old beaters or clunky trucks - they didn’t care about material things or status. This led Leightyn to believe that someone from back home had found her, and she didn’t want to be found.
Leightyn opened the gate and walked up to the front door, gazing around to see if anyone was watching her, she saw no one. She began to wiggle her key into the front door, but it fell open before she had a chance to turn the lock. Someone was definitely there.
Leightyn tiptoed through the main floor of the house - stopping to check every room. When she got to Heather’s bedroom, she hoped that she would be inside, and that all of this was just some stupid prank. It wasn’t though, as Heather’s room was empty, which meant that whoever was here had to be upstairs in the attic.
Clutching the railing, Leightyn began to climb the stairs. Her arms shook from putting all of her weight onto the rail, not wanting the stairs to squeak under the pressure of her feet. If someone was up there, she didn’t want them to know that she was coming to find them.
Her hand trembled as it found its way around the doorknob - her bedroom was the last place left to check. She took a deep breath before pushing open the door. Relief washed over her as she stood in the doorway, peering at an empty room. Stepping inside, she began to feel silly for overreacting - that is until the door slammed shut behind her. Leightyn whirled her body towards the corner - she found herself locking eyes with Ethan, his head resting upon his clenched fingers, his foot still extended from kicking the door shut. A small smirk spread across his face as he rose to his feet and stepped towards her.
“I told you not to follow me...” Leightyn shook, trying to keep a calm and composed exterior as her insides filled with horror. “I didn’t follow you, I beat you here,” Ethan grinned as he grabbed Leightyn by the neck and pulled her towards him.
“You just had to act like a little bitch. Prancing around like you’re better than me, better than this town. If you hadn’t have done that, I probably wouldn’t have figured out who you were,” Ethan laughed, his deep, cruel cackle filling the room, “You’re Leightyn Perry, daughter of Larry Perry, ex-actor, turned director, and owner of Perry Productions. I go to the same acting school as your brothers, or well, I did. That’s how I figured it out - I recognized you from the hideous family photos that were plastered in their dorm room our freshman year.” Leightyn winced as Ethan tightened his grip around her neck, pushing her downwards as he dug his fingernails into the skin behind her ear. “I got kicked out of that school...for, well, taking whatever I wanted. I warned you about that little quirk of mine earlier, I always take what I want,” Ethan hissed, his teeth clenched together as he pulled at the small hairs at the back of her neck. “Since you couldn’t just play nice earlier and let me buy you food, now I don’t feel obligated to be very nice back. So, instead of asking for what I want - I’m just going to take it!” Leightyn squeezed her eyes shut, fat tears rolling down her cheeks, fearing what might come next. “You’re going to tell your dad to give me a role in one of the movies he’s directing or evening just producing,” Ethan growled as he dug his nail further into her skin, “Or I’m going to alert the paparazzi - and your family - to your location. Oh - and I’ll burn the deed to this house into ash, leaving you and your little roommate friend homeless,”
“O-o-okay,” Leightyn stuttered, the searing pain scrambling her brain, threatening to let her body fall to the floor any moment.
“Good - I’ll expect to hear from you within the week,” Ethan smiled, something evil dancing behind his deep brown eyes, “And don’t think you can run from me, because you can’t. And the second you try - this house is mine, and so is everything else, because I’ll always be in the shadows, making sure to ruin any chance you ever had at leading a life free of the Perry name.”
With one final squeeze of his fingers, Ethan shoved Leightyn to the floor and walked out of her bedroom. She didn’t dare move, she just laid there with tears streaming down her cheeks, paralyzed by the fear of what was going to happen next.