[DISCONTINUED] I'm Sorry, I Swear || Wilford Warfstache X Teen!Audrey Christie

Chapter 1

(Wilford's P.o.V)

    "Daaark! Wilford brought home a guest!" Sam yells right as I step foot into the house. I carry the girl into the living room and I set her on the couch, making Angel glare at me. Dark stomps into the room and grabbing my shirt collar.
    "WILFORD! WHY THE HELL IS THERE A PERSON HERE?!" He screams, his eyes turning black. I tense, a frown forming on my face. I shove him away from me and I huff.
    "Don't yell! She's sleeping!" I shout, trying to keep my voice low. He sneers and looks at her, a grin creeping up. He crouchs beside her, examining her features. She has long brown hair with purple tips. She wears a gray T-shirt and black basketball shorts. I watch Dark carefully and cautiously.
    She twitches and her eyes close tightly, then a groan sounds in her throat. Her eyes flutter open and she stares into Dark's black eyes. She sighs and pushes his face back away from her, making Dark growl. Her eyes widen and she pulls her hand back and sits up.
    "S-Sorry!" She squeaks, shaking slightly in fear. I sit next to her, which gets her attention instantly and she scoots over to the arm of the couch.

(Audrey's P.o.V)

    "H-Hey! I-I won't hurt you." The man says, his voice being weird and accented. I look at him, examining him. His clothes are still stained with my parent's blood. I can feel my body heating up and my eyes watering from the thought and I quickly wipe the pre-tears away.
    "Awww, poor little girl." The man with black eyes says, growling and obviously being sarcastic. I turn to him and I glare at him, which makes him laugh. He then suddenly snaps and grabs my arm, pinning me to the back of the couch. I yelp, and move my arm forward to push him away, but that didn't happen. I slapped him.
    I pull my hand away quickly and I wait for a slap across the face or something, but he just stares at me in shock. I can now see his features clearly. He has black hair and black eyes, which seem to change into a red when I look at them. He has a muscle shirt on which has a giant M and it's crossed out in red paint. He stands up and walks out of the living room. I stare at the place he was and sigh.
    I didn't notice the other man in the room. He had white hair and brown eyes, his clothing was also white or light gray. His hoodie was light gray and his jeans or dress pants were white. I smile at him and he smiles back, it was gentle and kind.
    "Sorry about that, miss. Dark can get a little carried away." He says, his voice deep and angelic in a way, it hummed and echoed in such a way, it sounded like it was coming from heaven. I just nodded at him, still caught up in his voice.
    "Host! Come out here, we have a new roommate!" A new voice cheers from the hallway. It sounds Irish, which is cool. I look towards the hallway, seeing a shortish man with green hair. His eyes are blue but his scleras are neon green. He beams at me and giggles.
    A door slams and loud footsteps echo through the hallway, and another man, a bit taller than the other appears. His hair is black with a blonde stripe. He wears a trench coat, and his eyes are covered with a bandana, which looks red. He looks down at the other and frowns.
    "What did you want, Sam?" His gruff voice asks, as Sam smiles up at him and giggles.
    "There's a girl!" Sam cheers excitedly. The blindfolded man sighs and puts his hand to his face, shaking his head.
    "Sam, there hasn't been a girl here in years!" He groans as Sam grabs his arm and turns his head. "Oh my God, Sam! Sto-...." His face is turned to me and I stare at Sam and the man. He seems shocked and a smile spreads across his face. He walks over to me and kneels down.
    "Good evening, miss. I'm Host." He says as he takes my hand and kiss the top of it, and I hear a groan. I smile faintly at him and he exchanges the smile. He seems nice, though he looks creepy as fluff.
    I hear running footsteps and I get tackled off the couch by red and blue blurs. I regain my vision and two boys beam at me. One has red, flaming hair, like legit, it's on fire and he wears a black shirt with flames at the bottom of it. The other has icy blue hair...maybe because it's fluffing ice, and he wears a blue shirt that has a glacier on it.
    "FIRE! ICE! REALLY?! DON'T KILL HER!" Mustache man shouts at the overly excited boys. they look about my age and...twins. They jump off me and the help me up, Fire, swinging his arm over my shoulder, which makes me tense up. Ice has his arms around my waist, holding my body close to his. The mustache man's face tints pink and he glares at them.
    "Willie, you didn't tell us you were bring a new roommate." Fire says, shaking his head in disappointment. Roommate? What? I don't even wanna be here! Well....would I wanna be here or with Grandma...I mean, I can't run all the way to Ohio.
    "First of all, don't call me Willie, I've told you this. And two, I didn't because I didn't know I would have to do this." He says, the ending sounding...sad and regretful. Why didn't he just kill me? Am I...gonna be tortured or something? I turn my head and I see Dark in the kitchen doorway, watching me. His fanged smirk is creepy...he seems like a demon, assuming from the black eyes.
    "Fire. Ice. Let the poor girl breathe." The angelic man demands, in a soft tone. They two let me go and I exhale sharply, then I inhale deeply. I close my eyes, hanging my head. I feel so tired. The thoughts that rush through my mind make me want to scream and cry, but I can't. Not in front of these..these...people. I remember when I would get frustrated, Dad would come into my room and have me sit on his lap while I cried about whatever had happened, then Mom would bake us all cookies and we'd watch a movie. Why did this happen to me?!

(Wilford's P.o.V.)

    She looks down at the ground, her fists tightening and her legs are shaking. Is she scared? Is she angry? Suddenly, her legs give out and she falls to her knees, her hands to her face and the ear piercing sound of her scream. I stare at her, then down at my clothes. The blood of her parents were still there. I had taken her family away, and no she has no one.
    Fire and Ice look down at her in sympathy and look at each other, wondering what could have happened. Host is looking at her, a frown spread across his face and he shakes his head. Sam is sitting next to her, rubbing her arm in comfort. Angel glares at me, then stands and kneels down in front of the girl. He reaches out to touch her shoulder and suddenly jolts forward, into his arms and sobs in the crook of his neck. I can hear my heart shatter as I imagine Angel has her father. I stand up and run into my room, slamming the door behind me.
    The entire time this was happening, I felt Dark's eyes staring me down. He could torture her and he could kill her, but he won't, because he'd know he'd be dead where he stands.

JESUS SORRY THIS IS SUCH A LONG CHAPTER! 1327 WORDS, I'VE NEVER WRITTEN THAT MANY BEFORE (Besides essays) BUT WHOA! ANYWAYS, THAT IS CHAPTER 1 OF I'M SORRY, I SWEAR! IF YOU ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER/STORY, LEAVE A VOTE, A COMMENT AND SHARE IT WITH YOUR FRIENDS! BAIII!

P.S: New Characters Coming Soon...