To test an idea of fundamental life, you have the basic steps of observation, asking a question, forming a hypothesis, making predictions, researching those predictions to see their accuracy, and so forth. We know gravity won’t let Earth take a dump and go into the void of nothingness. Gravity has been scientifically proven and repeatedly to hold itself still for an infinitely, which is a scientific law.

My observation throughout horror movies certain people don’t die. There are rules to be followed, but my question is: Do lesbians die in horror movies?

Rule number 1: Don’t have sex.

Our bodies intertwine like pieces of puzzles connecting perfectly. The breaths between us were gasps of pleasure. My fingers interlaced between her, and I pushed her hands above her, our tongues tying into one another’s mouths. Her saliva moistened her lips and I tasted her cherry lipstick, licking the flavor of my mouth.

Her flesh warmed against my naked body. The shimmering moon glimmered through my curtains, lighting up her arched back and revealing the intimacy between us.

The heavy clouds covered the moon, concealing the brightness, and pitch darkness took over. My hands explored my girlfriend’s soft breasts, my fingers ranking along her and she dug her nails into my back with a moan.

Click.

I jerked my head up with confusion and heard downstairs of a door slamming to a close. The house shook from the impact and trudging footsteps vertebrated up the stairs, sounding like a man. My heart stopped fluttering inside my chest like butterflies and instead, dropped to my stomach and fear rose inside my throat, squeezing my esophagus and choking the words from me.

Rolling sideways, I patted the bedside table to find my phone. I flipped the screen to me, the brightness flashing me and blinding my eyes but thankfully, my pupils were dilated from lust. There was no text message from my mother if she was heading home, and she usually said something before leaving work.

In the darkness, I freed myself from the tangled sheets, fumbling out of the bed and looking around for clothing, not caring if the casual attire belonged to me or hers. Slipping on underwear, jeans, and a comfy shirt, I managed to find a baseball bat hidden under my bed in case of an intruder.

My messy hair fell over my worried countenance. If there was a serial killer who decided to break into my house, they timed their robbery or mass murder in the most inconvenient timing.

“Wait, don’t go anywhere!” My girlfriend begged; her sweet, soft voice seemingly too loud in the quiet building.

Squeezing my hand around the bat, I answered. My tone squeaked and was frightened to be alone with my girlfriend alone—moments ago, I was thrilled that it was only me and Bella. My assumptions kept going to denial this person could be an intruder and be my mother forgetting to text me she was on the way home. “I’m going to check who this is, I’ll be right back.”

Rule number 2: Don’t say the sentence: “I’ll be right back.” It’s guaranteed death upon those spoken words.

I gulped down dramatic flair panicking up my throat and wondered if I was on the verge of hysterical or a drama queen. This person could be one of my siblings, but they were never this silent, always making a racket and pronouncing their present as they trampled upstairs and were as obnoxious as siblings could be.

Whoever entered my home was being ominous and no peep came out from their mouth.

As she tried to find clothing on the floor, Bella snapped, “Wait for me, god damn it!”With a low mumble, I replied, “Someone’s here and I don’t feel so good about this.” I drew the curtain away to see if the car belonged to my mothers, but the lamp streets were too far away and needed new light bulbs ten years ago. The moon was still hidden away.

The wind whistled hard as if Mother Nature was calling out for her army in emergency and her warriors listened, the wind gusting fast and rattling houses, and making musical notes as if preparing for an onslaught of silent death.

A chilly shudder ran down my spine and goosebumps crawled on my skin, my vellus hair seized up when I shivered with inkling dread. “I feel like I’m in a horror movie and that dumb bitch has all the signs but ignored them and goes off and dies surprise...”

Fazed in the least slight, Bella wrapped her arms around my stomach and pulled me into her. Her scent smelled like sunny paradise, but the aftermath aroma left freshness. “First girly pops, you aren’t dumb, and secondly, lesbians don’t die in horror movies.”

“Let us not be the first then,” I embraced her hug for a split second, and pried away to the door. I know my home better than you or this may be an intruder, so I will turn on the lights. Stay here and find the phone in case you need to call nine-one-one.” Slowly, I turn the knob handle with batted breath and the door creaked too nosily for my liking.

Footsteps sounded below the floor and I called out: “Hello?”

Rule number 3: Don’t pronounce that you know there’s an invader in the house. They will be prepared by your presence with their choice of weapon and follow where your voice is.

I wondered if my siblings were being sneaky as a prank, but their friends had picked them up earlier that morning.

Rule number 4: Drugs and drinking are forbidden.

My sister was out drinking, and I know for sure, my brother was doing weed, or worse drugs over at his friend’s house.

I’ve had sips of alcohol, but never tried drugs; however, I didn’t have any hopes of living tonight.

Bracing my hands in front of me, I bumped against the staircase and bit my tongue from not cursing. I breathed out unevenly and stumbled forward. My kneecap banged against the railing; the wooden flooring creaking under my weight from their age and I grimaced back at the sound bouncing around the walls.

The footsteps had stopped, and I froze, holding my breath. A light flickered downstairs and the person came closer to the staircase.

I raised my bat and stepped forward to prepare for a fight, and my dumb brain forgot that there was a staircase in front of me. My foot slipped on the landing, and my body flung forward, tumbling awfully down the staircase, and making the perfect timing for the killer to find me in time and go stabby stabby.

Rule number 5: Never trip to let your opponent find their time to do their sweet, oh sweet murder.

The bat in my hand had fallen and clattered on the first floor. I was defenseless. My eye vision was blurry from the impact, and I glanced up with a groan, seeing the woman’s hands up I prepared for the worst.

“Amanda, my god, are you okay?” Daphne scoffed and tried to lift me.

“Mom?” I rasped and then rolled over on my back, laughing. “I thought you were a serial killer!” After I burst out in giggles, my body spasms in pain and reminds me I fell down a flight of stairs. Bruises, and not the good kind from rough sex, would be a promise on me tomorrow.

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Phone in one hand, Bella tossed her black hair from her face and stared at my clumsy self. She shrieked with a light white shirt and only underwear on, “What happened?” Then she glanced up at my parent, “Oh, hello Mrs. Hollingworth.”

As I managed to wobble on my feet, I realized that Bella’s nipples were hard under her shirt from fear and also noted how thin the fabric was. Chewing my lips, I looked down at the floor and should’ve been thinking how lucky I was with no broken bones or a concussion.

“Can you put some pants on?” Daphne asked as nicely as she could.

Bella nodded and hurried back to my room.

My mother turned to me with bags under her eyes and frizzy hair as if she hadn’t showered for days. “Where is Reese and Herny?”

Doing drugs and drinking…. “Hanging out with their friends,” I croaked out.

Rubbing her temple, Daphne said, “I guess their friends picked them up because I saw their cars here.” She added, “I have a bad headache, can you pick them up for me?” Eyeing upstairs, she mumbled, “I love your girlfriend and all, but has she come with you since it’s midnight I don’t want you going asleep at the wheel.”

“Sure, let me get her.” I studied my mom with perplexity because something was off with her expression. She did look tired, but behind the visage, a faint detection of something hidden was set off.

However, it was midnight, and I was sad that my sex with my girlfriend had stopped. Man, we were getting to the climax too. I stomped back to my bedroom. Grabbing my purse and my girlfriend, we headed out to my red mini-Cooper.

I rubbed my eyes and yawned, explaining that we were getting my siblings for some reason that I didn’t know of. Once I cranked the keys in my car, the engine roared to life, and I drove into the streets in my rich suburb.

“Amanda, don’t hit the streetlamp!” Bella shouted.

I slammed on my brakes, my car barely hitting the curb where the streetlamp was. “Oh fuck, sorry.”

“Do you need me to drive?” Bella asked, concerningly.

Shaking my head, I punched on the radio and blasted the song to give me a rude awakening. “Nope!” I answered with too much enthusiasm. To damage my already hoarse and tired voice, I screamed aka singing at the top of my lungs to wake me up more.

I don’t know how my girlfriend stayed with me from my bad, scratchy singing. She joined in, and I’m pretty sure we woke up the whole neighborhood. “IT’S THE END OF THE WORLD AS WE KNOW IT!” We inhaled dramatically and continued, “AND I FEEL FINE!”

Without pressing my brakes much, I squeaked my car’s tires as I made a tight turn to the left.

Bella lowered the volume and her soft brown eyes twinkled back at me. “Hey, you, okay? You feel down those stairs pretty hard.”

I grinned and couldn’t stop my mouth, “Like your nipples?”

Blush stroked her cheeks and she looked away. Her hair fell over her hidden but smiling face.

Not to brag, but I was a great flirter. Yet my insecurities decided to overcome the butterflies in my stomach. Even though I have known my girlfriend for five years, and we chose to become more committed over time, I sometimes wondered if I pushed her too much.

“In bed…was I too pushy? I wasn't going too fast for you?” My heart drummed with nervousness, and I stared at the road, but my eyes betrayed me and glanced at her.

“No!” Bella replied quickly. “I also was worried if I was fucking you too hard with my fingers.” She looked at her nails and muttered, “Were my nails too long?”

“I was too busy trying not to—can you call my brother and sister?” I cut myself off, my mind aimlessly tracking in different directions, and I wondered if I had ADHD.

A frown creased her expression and I bet you a million dollars, she wanted me to finish that sentence. “Sure,” Bella said and dialed them while I sped up to go to Reese’s first.

After she hung up, Bella told me, “They were both confused but stated that they were packing and to be ready when you arrived. I said that your mom was home, was that, okay?”

I nodded, “Yes.” The night sky didn’t bear any moon to shine and caused the darkness to curtain any light besides the stars, but they also seemed to twinkle dully. I yawned, ready to sleep and feel the warmth of Bella Norris’s body against mine.

The drive to pick up my brother and sister took about forty minutes. Driving back home took another hour. The low music on the radio helps compensate for the silence in the car. As I parked the mini-Cooper, the dread stayed alive within me and had not a good feeling like an omen was cursed.

The way my mother acted was strange, but I tried to push my suspicions and tell myself she was tired from her work with the fallen star. I walk inside my house, the grandfather striking at two in the morning.

Clong. Clong. Clong.

Daphne was reheating leftover pizza in the microwave. She chugged hard bourbon and gazed at us when we appeared in the kitchen. Setting her drink down, my parent sighed and put her hand on her hip. “Reese and Henry, I’m sorry I had Amanda pick you up, but I wanted to say a sick person is staying at our home. I will take care of her and she’s in my laboratory. Please don’t tell anyone.”

The microwave beeped and Daphne groaned, rubbing her forehead with tiredness.

“What happened to her?” Henry asked, knowing full well our mother didn’t just let a stranger live at our house.

The growing dread building inside me pressed in my chest.

“She has a little bug I think,” Daphne frowned, “I will run tests on her tonight.”

“I’m going to bed,” muttered Reese, saying her goodnights and obviously in a bad moon being pulled away from her wild sleepover. She darted to her bedroom and slammed her door.

Herny shrugged at Daphne narrowed her eyes and went to his room to retire for the night.

Pulling out the hot plate from the microwave, I decided to spill out what I’d been excited to tell her about. “I got accepted to the top engineering class!”

Daphne put the white plate on the counter a bit roughly and she glared at me. Telling her my ‘good’ news was not the best timing. She slammed the microwave door with a bang and pressed her lips, ready to give her lecture.

I wanted to say, ‘Never mind’ and go to my room and sleep with my girlfriend, but my mother was fast and precise, her voice rising a notch. “Amanda, we already discussed this. Henry doesn’t have the grades and Reese has gotten an internship without my approval for international political relationships in Japan.

“You are the only one who can continue this family’s generation. Your grandfather, great-grandfather, great-great-grandmother, and their parents before having been scientists.”

Rage crept inside my heart and spilled out my mouth, “But Mom!” I shouted in a heartbroken tone, but I knew my mother would only be happy if I took the path of scientific discoveries in learning about caring for cancer or why there is a specific pair of chromosomes for Down syndrome.

“Look, if your father hadn’t died in that stupid car accident, you could’ve done whatever you dream of, but isn’t curing strep throat and other viruses isn’t the best goal to achieve in your life?” Daphne lectured, “Why go up to NASA and never find aliens or another planet to inhabit on when you can do something worthwhile here?”

My chestnut eyes brightened with questioning and confusion. Why couldn’t my mother understand I wanted to be a NASA engineer and learn about space, and nuclear power, and maybe find life outside this planet?

I was into different kinds of mysteries about our world than Daphne, but seeing her hurt gaze made me feel guilty. Bella squeezed my shoulder but didn’t dare glare at my mom.

I was about to open my mouth to complain, but my mother snapped sharply, “I don’t have time right now. We can talk about this later.” She put her booze back in the cabinet and took a jug of coffee and pizza to the laboratory.

Slumping my shoulders, I trudge upstairs with my girlfriend behind me. Henry opened his door and saw my upset expression. The walls in this house were thin and my mother’s harsh tone could be clear and loud. He said cheerfully, “I will get better grades because NASA needs more people like you—”

“Forget it,” I scowled and wanted to be left in my despair. I sat on my bed, looking at the floor, and realized I was wearing Bella’s shirt but my jeans.

Bella wrapped her arms around me and kissed my neck, but I was in no mood anymore. She brushed my auburn hair from my teary face and flickered the wet drops from my cheeks. Whispering, she smiled, and her white teeth glowed her beauty and brought a smile to me. “Hey, once we are married, your mother won’t be able to force you to become this because she will have to deal with me.”

“I don’t want to be the reason my family’s history ends with me,” I respond softly, leaning my head on her chest, feeling her soft breasts, and hearing her rhythmic heartbeats. Why does becoming a scientist frustrate me?

Was it because I felt my mother needed control over me or thought I had no chance of discovering something greater or achieving miracles like Daphne? She cured Influenza. The world had no more flu, and the concept of the illness would be forgotten in ten years. Influenza would be a distant memory and my mother’s statue would be memorable for her deeds.

In my past generations, only my great-great-great-great grandfather had helped with AIDS, but the rest of the family didn’t do much to scientific cures or discoveries. Some of them had gotten bad reputations in the newspapers for believing in Charles Darwin with evolution or hoping to bring extinct animals alive.

My heart wasn’t into the cause as my generations before, but I felt it was my duty to continue the family ties and traditions. “I don’t know.”

“Let’s get some sleep and we can talk about this tomorrow?” Bella said and moved over so I could lie down.

I cuddled my girlfriend, feeling too lucky and undeserving of her patience, beauty, and personality. I couldn’t sleep as thoughts about my future unsettled me. The dread kept churning and the pressure in my chest continued building up with anticipation that something was going to happen.

Rule number 6: In horror movies, never trust your loved ones because they could always be the killer.