Hunted

part three

The house was one of the oldests on our street and most likely the oldest in town.

"I loved this house when I was little. My friends and I would play in it when we were kids." He cut the engine and looked at the house with me.

"Yeah my parents are really into old houses." He opened the door and stept out. I quickly unbucked and opened the door.

"Are you sure its okay that I'm here. I mean your parents aren't expecting company." He stoped by the front door and smiled.

"They love people. Don't worry." He opened the door. And just like a little kid I looked in the house with my wonder. The house looked just like I thought it would when I was little if it ever got fixed. There was a rug running down the hall. To the left right past a long row of coat hangers was an opening to the living room. The entry way to the living room was painted with cherry red finish. The walls looked like they got a fresh coat of paint. The stares had a nice carpet that matched the color of the rug. The starewell ralling was painted with the same Cherry red finish. Right before the stares on the right was an opening to the dinning room.

"My guess is you like the house?" I shook my head.

"Its beautiful. You guys must of really worked hard to make it this nice."

"Dillan is that you honey?" A sweet voice ecoed through the halls. Dillan rested his hands on my shoulders and leaned in close to my ear.

"Thats my mom." then he lifted his head and looked up the stares. "Yeah mom its me. I brought company for dinner." I let my eyes follow his and looked at a tall woman standing at the top of the stares. She had back slacks on and a grey shirt that fit nice to her shape. She was a beautiful woman with long black hair and as she walked down the stares with a book in her hands she seemed almost feline, lightly bouncing on every step. Her eyes looked as black as her hair. Yet they held beauty. Her skin was not white yet not perfectly tan. She had thin lips and a tight smile.

"I hope you mean to join us for dinner not to be dinner?" Dillan chuckled.

"Of coarse mother. This is Carah, mom. And Carah this is my mother."

"Just call me Ellie. Its very nice to meet you. I am so glad Dillan has finally made some friends." She turned to Dillan.

"Did you see your father out there when you came in?" The door behind us opened and slamed shut.

"Sorry. Heavy door. Who's our dear guest? Friend or foe?" Dillan again chuckled, but this time less then before as if the laugh was more forced. I smiled.

"Friend I would hope." The man standing in front of me looked nothing like Dillan. He had blond hair that was pulled back in a small pony tail with a rubber band.

"What is your name dear?"

"I'm Carah, sir." He walked past with a smile.

"I'll have none of this sir stuff. Call me Edward."

"Well, I was helping Carah with her car and when it was time for dinner she was going to have it alone with her cat."

"That would be my dads cat. I hate the thing. Feelings are mutual though I believe." His mom and dad chuckled.

"Wheres charly?" Dillan asked suddenly. His mother jabbed her thumb up the stares.

"In our room. I know how much she doesn't like strangers."

"Oh yeah. Maybe later you can meet her. So what are we making for dinner?" His mom started walking for the dining room with a smile. All three of us followed.