My bully had to be Boun.

Chapter 4

Prem POV

I woke up, I don't know how long I've slept, I think I've slept enough for me to not be completely sleep-deprived. But I'm hungry now, I still feel tired, but I'm more hungry. I walked down to the kitchen and opened the fridge, there were a couple of sandwiches. I don't have the time to cook anything so I don't have a choice but to pop it in the microwave and eat it. I took a tour around the house. Five bedrooms, two floors, one modest kitchen and one living room. The bath in all rooms is pretty decent, and the backdoor leads to a huge ass backyard. The moment I looked at the yard an unexplainable desire to skateboard occurred in my mind, I immediately shook it off telling myself that this is not home, and I shouldn't plan on getting comfortable.

I walked back to the living area and looked through the window, I could see the driveway, but what the hell? A girl was sitting on the lawn. I observed her for a few seconds, she wore a short dress. Looks like she came straight from a party, her heels seem to be broken and her knees were wounded, she was hurt.  Only when she turned her face a little I noticed, her make-up was messed up and she had a Thai vibe. I almost wanted to go out and check if she is okay, but no, what if she is a thief? What if she knows I'm alone? What if she is a serial killer? I kept looking through the window, and fuck, she caught me looking at her, I quickly shut the blinds and I ran to the door, I looked through the peephole. Jesus, she was approaching the door.

What should I do? What should I do? Should I call Mae? No, I shouldn't. She might think that I'm not brave enough to handle myself. Should I call 911, no no no, I don't want to call them on my first day here? The calling bell rang, I shuddered, the calling bell kept ringing, I went to the door cam and saw her face on the screen, she definitely gave out a Thai vibe, but what does she want?

"Who ... Who is it?" I stuttered

"Hey... I know this is weird, but I'm kinda lost, this neighborhood is huge, I don't have a phone with me, can I get a phone? I need to make a call" well, when I think about it, Heritage Pointe, did look like a maze when I came here, I did not see one store or something like that while coming here, they were the only houses, but I shouldn't believe her.

" I'm sorry, I can't help, can you go away?"

" Wait? Are you Thai?" She asked, she probably made it out because of my accent

" Can you go away?" I said out of fear, but it kinda sounded mean.

Her face fell, she looked sad, humiliated. She didn't say another word, she just turned back and started limping. I feel guilty now, why should I be that mean? I want to open the door and check, but I'm scared, yet my conscience is not letting me stay still. Ugh fuck it, I open the door, she stands on her tracks the moment she heard the door clicking, I run to her, keep my phone on the ground near her feet, I run back and made some distance, probably around 7 feet for my safety, just in case she turns out to be a killer, if she steals the phone I can always buy a new one, I can't risk losing my life.

"Thank you," she said with a wide smile, she looked at me as though she was looking at a kid who is shy of the new guests who have visited home. She made a call, and she spoke in a perfect American accent. I know the accent will come along in my speech after some time if I communicate with people here. Argh never mind, I'm not gonna communicate, why do I constantly keep feeling that I'm gonna stay here for life. I am not, so I just have to stop having feelings like this.

She argued for two minutes on the phone with someone, it looks like she had been to a party in the neighborhood and her friends had left her behind taking all her belongings with them, while she had to spend the night in the house which threw the party and sneak out silently without anyone noticing, she is also arguing about how embarrassing it was to wake up drunk next to a guy and it was a good thing that, that guy turned out to be a good guy and did not take advantage of her drunk state. She demanded the other person to come and pick her up immediately, but it sounded like that person was bailing on her by giving excuses.