Thread: Bats in Broom Closets

Audrey wasnt sure exactly when it happened, but at some point during the flight she finally started to breathe again. She didnt notice until she climbed off the plane and looked around at the new surroundings. The air felt cleaner, and it was only then that she realized she was actually breathing it. She started laughing. She must have looked crazy. Some woman pulled her children aside, worried that a lunatic just landed. They might have been right, because as far as she was concerned what she was doing really was crazy. She could almost smell the bridges burning behind her as she walked away form that plane. But she didnt just walk away, she strutted. Walking one foot in front of the other, her head held high and her shoulders back, as if daring someone to try and fuck with her day. Just go ahead, try it. Cold black platform stiletto boots kissed the asphalt, every step dripping new found confidence. The slight chill in their air was warded off by her black leather jacket. The woman didnt even seem to notice her breath as it fogged her bug eyed oversized sunglasses. Unlike the leather jacket her black leggings did little to shelter her from the cold, neither did her ruffled blue skirt she topped the leggings with, but her day was starting off much too well to be ruined by a chill. Shed rather get a cold later then deal with this now, but it was perhaps that after the fact logic that landed her here in the first place. As a child shed been born into a silver plated life. Her daddy owned several big businesses and had a mistress for each one. The girl never knew her mother but she was never lacking attention. She didnt think anything of her mom, in her experiences with mothers it was some busty woman in skimpy clothing leaning over and pinching her cheek, telling her that they were going to be her new mommy. Eventually it stopped fazing the child. A woman would lean over, pinch her cheek and repeat the line. Audrey wouldnt even look up from combing her dolls hair. Her response would be a simply one. Uh huh. Miss Stephanie said the same thing last week. As one could imagine the women were never pleased with the response. Her father once tried explaining to her that it was a bad idea to tell women about the women that came before them, but that never stopped her. Just because they were pretty and easy they thought they would find their way into her family and that wasnt something she was going to let happen. Sadly enough, it wasnt something she cared much about anymore. She had been daddys little princess, and just like any princess she was fixed up with someone for the good of the kingdom, or rather, her fathers bank account. It wasnt an arranged marriage, with the way the news was these days it would be all over everything, and bad press for both businessmen. They did however set up a few dates and Paul , the other mans son, was as sweet as he could be. He held the door for Audrey and pulled out chairs. He bought her presents just because and he never seemed to mind when she wanted to spend a night with the girls. She didnt know exactly when things changed. They started so beautifully but they couldnt have ended much worse. One day Paul started to get mean. It started small, like bothering her about wearing such revealing clothing, or wanting to know exactly what her and the girls were doing, and she could have handled that but it didnt stop there. He would go into fits of jealous rage. Audrey was an attractive woman, so it was not uncommon for her to be flirted with. She didnt know who her mother was, but if she looked anything like the woman her father still bedded then it was no wonder where her looks came from. Audrey wasnt quite as top heavy as the busty bimbos, but she was very proud of her Cs. They were complimented by a tiny waste and an ass she worked out to achieve. The large glasses hid her honey brown eyes, the only thing she seemed to get from her father, but they also hid the black beneath her right eye. It had been swollen when she boarded the plane so many hours ago, at this point she knew well the bruise to expect beneath it. She could have dealt with Pauls jealousy but it was his abuse that drove her this far. The first time he hit her it was in a fit of rage, he apologized profusely immediately after and worked for a week to be the best boyfriend ever to make up for it, then, just when she was starting to trust him, he did it again. She couldnt say why she stayed. She should have left then but she didnt. Paul had been such an amazing guy before then, she wanted to see if she could get that Paul back, and to believe that he hadnt just been hiding this part of himself the whole time. This went on for several months before she finally found the courage to leave him. Her courage was rewarded with a number of new bruises and two broken ribs. He beat her for her attempt and he kept beating her until she promised to never leave him, then he hugged her and kissed her and told her everything would be okay so long as she stayed. Audrey was terrified. She wouldnt be able to get rid of him on her own. She told her father because surely he would do something. Her father did. He spoke to his busyness associate who spoke to his son who denied the whole thing, and of course why would the associate not believe his son? Her father charged her with trying to sow more discord, like she did with the many women that he took to bed with him. He didnt believe her and told her to make things work or he would cut her off entirely. She did her best to make things work but nothing she could do would fix things. Finally, she told her dad to cut her off, she couldnt do this anymore. He did and she fled. Paul found her. She had moved across the country, even found a job and started seeing someone. Paul and money and he had resources, and he used those to find her wherever she went. He would beat her and whoever she happened to be with half to death until she just stopped seeing other people for fear they would get hurt too. Nothing seemed to be working and it seemed like she was doomed to a life with him until she concocted this little idea. Audrey looked down at the large diamond on her painted finger. She did her nails electric blue before the flight. That ring wouldnt be there much longer and she was already eager to get rid of it. The last time her boyfriend found her she greeted him with open arms. He was so confused he didnt even hit her for running. She promised him that if he was done hitting her then she was done running from him, and they could get married and start a family. He was thrilled. Engagement announcements were made, her father accepted her back and it was as if she never left, but Audrey didnt relax, she knew it wouldnt last but for a time she had the Paul she first knew back. It was the night before when he broke that promise, but she had been ready for it. Audrey smiled wickedly all the way to the bank, only two pieces of rolling luggage behind her. She had slowly been siphoning money from his accounts, and even her fathers accounts. Now she was on her way to the bank in her fathers tax haven. He had several undeclared bank accounts he wasnt paying taxes on and if he should suddenly report the money stolen the government would destroy him with back taxes and audits. It was easy to move all of the funds to a private bank account, one that her father and her fiance would never be able to find. Once that was done she looked at the ring in her finger. She wanted to pawn it, but if it went back out on the market and found its way back to the states he might be able to follow the ring back to the store she pawned it at. With a sigh she realized that if she wanted to be sure he couldnt use it to find her she would have to keep anyone from seeing it. She took it off and tucked it into her pocket. She would deal with that later, right now she wanted to get to her new home. It was a long ride, first by car then by carriage, to a little village that seemed stopped in time. They still had modern conveniences, but not everyone wanted them. This fact was evidenced by the woman seen behind their homes hanging cloths lines and people coming and going places by horseback instead of by car, she could however hear the sounds of a television inside a local pub. This was part of the reason she had picked this village. Sure, it seemed in the middle of nowhere with nothing to do but she had enough excitement for a while and she was hoping to just lay low for a year or two until her lunatic of an ex-fianc gave up on trying to control her life. She touched her the side of her chin gingerly. Makeup hid a few more bruises, but the busted lip was the most difficult to hide. The chilled winds blew her short brown hair. The style was that of convenience, not preference. With a side part it was only several inches at its longest point, coming down to just above her earlobe. The hair at the top of her neck, too low to fall into this short hairline, was cut boyishly short. Paul used to grab her by her hair and she soon found the less hair she had the less he could grab onto. Now that he was going to be gone from her life she planned on growing it back. In the mean time when she arrived at her place she was not impressed. It was a large house but it was not well kept at all. Several rooms had windows entirely boarded, shutters hung off windows by one hinge, and with vines overgrown it really did look like a haunted house, but that wasnt going to stop her. The past owners had at least installed electricity before they left so she would be fine for the night until morning came and she could have a chance to get to work fixing the place up. She was not afraid of a little hard work. Not used to it, but certainly not afraid of it. There was little she feared, however that didnt mean that she was not easily startled. She spent the rest of the daylight hours looking around the house, and when she finally found the room she would call her own, cleaning it spotless. The bed was a huge four poster bed with dark wood and white sheets still turned down, as if waiting for someone to finally make themselves comfortable in the bed once more. Audrey might have just taken the bed up on its offer had it not been for the cobwebs that covered this room much like every other room in the house. She sighed as she went about cleaning the bedroom up and making it livable again. Cleaning the cobwebs, wiping the dust and changing the sheets to a clean set she found in the rooms closet. The rest of the house could wait, but at the very least she would have a clean bed to sleep in for the night. By the time she was finished with everything it was almost nightfall. She hurried out to buy some groceries, making it just in time before all the stores closed. It seemed that everyone closed things up at nightfall. This was a fact that she would have to keep in mind for the future. She wondered if it really took living in a village without a nightlife to get a good nights sleep. Before Paul she had been somewhat of a party girl. She would spend all night out at someones party, wake up missing a few critical pieces of clothing, and occasionally snatch back some pieces from other sleepers before she was able to return home. She made herself a big pot of pot luck stew and found some old bowls in the cupboards. There were also cups, plates and silverware that looked like it might actually be real silver left behind. Audrey tried not to think too much about it. Like the kitchen she found the rest of the house to be furnished. There was a lovely dining set that she had dinner at, couches in the living room, paintings on the walls, knickknacks and vases where you might expect them to be. As she ate her soup she could not help but wonder why the last residents hadnt appeared to have taken anything with them. Perhaps they had just died off and left the house to no one. The people of the village seemed happy enough to leave it be and never bother it. Perhaps she could ask them about the house tomorrow. Audrey put the rest of the stew that she did not finish in the fridge, happy the house had working appliances. After dinner she went through the house checking all the doors and windows that they were shut or boarded. She brought some boards, nails and a hammer just in case. When she got to the end of the hall on the second floor she sighed, seeing another open window. She was tired and wanted to get to sleep, but she would wait until she made sure the house was closed up. This window seemed to have the glass intact. The only thing was the window was left wide open. She frowned, going to shut it when suddenly a bat few in just past her ear. Audrey screamed a very girly shriek and instantly grabbed one of the boards, swatting at the flying monster. The little thing was agile, it flew around her and Audrey dropped the board to cover her head, then it flew off. Oh you little bastard- Get back here! She chased the bat down the hall and in and out of rooms. It lead her through several cobwebs and almost made her trip over a fallen chair but finally she got it. Along the way she had picked up a broom, waving it at the creature like some demented game of areal wack-a-mole. The girl was surprisingly agile in those boots, much more than anyone might have expected. Finally, Audrey got in a lucky shock, nailing the creature with the soft part of the broom. The winged animal struggled in the air, another shot knocked it into an open room to which Audrey quickly shut and locked the door. She was well aware she caught the animal in the broom closet, and felt a little bad about hurting it, but she couldnt let it fly around her house while she slept, it might be diseased! With the bat trapped in the broom closet she got ready for bed, changing out of her well thought out outfit into an oversized rock and roll T-shirt that went down to her mid-thighs. She washed off her makeup and sighed. The bruise around her eye would be big, but her sun glasses would hide that until it went away. The swelling in her busted lip was gone, the scab should heal totally soon. The bruise on the side of her chin on her jawline was big, red and angry, still tender from the day before. This time she hadnt wasted any time in getting away. Paul wasnt going to follow her this time, she felt sure of it. With her mind at ease and feeling safe in her new home, she climbed into the large bed and slept peacefully through the night. When she got up in the morning she knew that she would have to deal with the bat. She didnt care for the little flying creature but if she left it in there it would starve to death and then she would have to deal with a dead bat in the closet. Besides, she felt terrible trying to eat left over stew while she knew the creature had nothing to eat in her closet. With a sigh she looked around for possible bat catching tools. What she found was a sheet and a large pot. Audrey was hopeful that she wouldnt have to hit the thing again, she felt bad for doing so last night but it had startled her. She heard once that if you are nice to a creature that finds its way into your house then it would never leave, and this big place with all the cobwebs and furniture covered in big white sheets was creepy enough without adding bats into the mix. She stalked over to the closet with her new bat catching tool in her favorite pair of huge, fuzzy, pink slippers. In her mind they looked like yeti feet, only pink with no claws, and they were absolutely comfortable to wear. The chill had found its way into the house and with no pants on it kept her feet warm, but more than that, it seemed some of the floors needed to be polished and she didnt want to risk getting a splinter in her new home. The idea of how much work there was to be done around the house made her groan, she wondered if anyone from the village would be interested in helping her. These were the thoughts that ran through her mind as she found her way back to the broom closet. She told herself she would open the closet, sneak inside and close the door behind her so the animal couldnt get out, then she would light the light and catch the thing in the sheet. Once she had the animal wrapped up it would be a simple matter of transporting it to some cave somewhere and letting it go where it would be safe until nightfall and hopefully never go back to her house ever again. She slipped into the closet and closed the door behind her, groping around in the air until she found the cord for the light. It never occurred to her that it might not work, but when it did she almost wished it didnt. What she found before her was not a wounded little bat, but a naked man in the closet that she just shut herself into. Audrey screamed and threw the pot at him, dropping the sheet she fled the closet, shut, and locked it behind her. Grabbing a chair she propped the door closed for good measure. Her heart was in her throat, choking her words but somehow she managed to get them out, Whothehellareyouandwhatareyoudoinginmyhouseandfortheloveofgodwhythehellareyounaked! She yelled from the other side of the door in a panic and wondering what the number was to the local police. Or perhaps she just had to run outside and yell help, the village seemed old timey enough for that to work.