Something To Live For (Open)

~Colin
i heard the door hit the back wall with a thud, knowing someone had pushed it open. i stand to my feet, ready to hurt the person who was busting through MY house, uninvited.
i heard something smash on the floor. i only had one thing that could do that, break i mean, and that is the bracelet i had gotten McKayla, on THAT day. a shudder runs down my spine, thinking about it. i grab my knife from my pocket and stand tall, waiting for the person to come through.
when he did, it was not what i expected. this boy had barely any clothes on, they were almost shreds. i just felt like giving him my clothes, not because i felt sorry for him, but because he diserved them. it took pride to walk around like that, and i respect him.
"You're all in danger!" that was all he said, not a hello or an introduction. but now i feel bad, for jumping to conclusions. i slide my knife back into my pocket and try to calm the kid down.
"trouble? what type? what do you mean? how do you know?" i drilled him with questions, trying to get answers out of the boy. he was out of breath.
"listen," i place a hand on his shoulder "let me get you some clothes that would fit.... if thats alright with you?" i ask politley, i didnt want to offend him. "while im getting some clothes why dont you just calm down and talk to 'em about it. i will be back in a sec." i say, looking over at the people i had just been talking to in my living room.

Zentaal's little spitfire of anger quelled and dissipated into steam released from his mouth, figuratively. The man quickly scratched his head then returned to the normal position of folded arms. He began deducting many notions for a reason the new arrival would have to come to this house specifically.

The red-eyed man omitted himself out; playing an instrument in the open did not require much attention or need to be 'in danger'. It was a one-time deal. As far as he knew, the two boys had done nothing worth 'danger' except save himself from more blows.

But earlier, he noted, the three had collaborated by talking amongst each other. Judging by the current situation, they had not known one another until now. They were initially wary, not trusting.

Zentaal remembered one key fact: the girl went up to one of the boys first. The other guy came along a bit later, a bit grim-looking. He recalled the words again: 'summers', 'house', and 'danger'. 'Danger', he played with the word. 'House' was where they were now. 'Summers' had nothing to do with the situation.

His mind picked at things, but discarded them. Nothing mattered to think of the reason; the most important task was to either escape or do something than ask questions.

"Let's go," Zentaal finally said. Ask later. Go now or do something." He directed the last statements to anyone and everyone in the room. The man had already come up with a couple of plans, but it was best to listen to the others first before enacting one.