Risking It

Chapter 11: "I thought I could trust you."

Posting this while I'm in my photography class! :)

Enjoy!!

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Drew's POV

I exited Cassie's room fairly quickly because I couldn't even process what just happened. Or more like, what I just did. I closed the door, but my hand was still attached to the door knob. I leaned on the door behind me and sighed heavily.

I looked to the ground and smiled sheepishly to myself.

I heard footsteps, but I just couldn't find myself to look up."Drew, I-" I jumped when I heard Derek. "What are you doing?" He asked watching my startled expression.

He had caught me at a bad time because I didn't know what to say. "I-I was just checking on her." I quickly made something up, pointing to the door behind me.

"And why are you standing behind the door like that?" I jumped away from the door.

"She kept talking nonsense which made her annoying and gave me a headache." I lied rubbing the temple of my head to make it believable.

Derek cracked his knuckles like some tough guy. "Do I need to straighten things out with her?" Derek threatened walking towards the door.

I stood in his way. "No." I held my arm out to stop him. "Weren't you were calling me?" I distracted pulling him away from the door and we walked down the stairs.

He shrugged. "Yeah. I need your help with the yard, that brat is taking forever!" Derek complained. "So I want you to help him."

"Why are you cleaning the yard anyways?" I asked thinking that no one hardly steps out there.

"The city is doing a check on this place to make sure everything outside is up to code with this property since we are living here." Derek paused. "So that's why we need to clean." He finished walking towards the backyard. I never step out here unless I'm tired being inside, which was always.

What can you expect from a person who's basically stuck at home and forbidden from going out.

When Derek opened the sliding door, the cool breeze hit me instantly.

I haven't been out here in a while.

The yard was terrible. The grass was pretty much dead with patches of plants , Pavement was cracked, the side of the building was a dark grey color that still had the same grafitti there from when we first moved here. To sum things up, this place was not for proper living. It was the kind of abandoned outside you'd see in movies and all it needed was a house to match it. Oh wait, I'm living in it.

"As you can tell," Derek gestured to the grunged up yard, "this place needs work." He stated the obvious.

"This place doesn't need work." I looked around once more. "It needs a makeover." I whined.

"Yeah, well there's no money for that." Derek concluded.

"I get that. But-" I was cut off and slammed against the sliding door. Not to mention it had moss growing on it.

"You!" Chris called slammin me dead hard onto the sliding door I'm surprised it didn't break. "What the hell were you doing to Cassie?" He questioned filled with anger.

"What are you talking about?" I asked trying to push him away. Right now, his forearm was pinned to my chest making it hard for me to breath.

"When I left the room. You stayed back." He said. "Why?" He ordered for an answer.