When You See A stranger With A Club

16 2 0
                                    

I saw the guy ( super hot guy if I must say. ) and quickly ran across the kitchen to get a knife. I got to the drawer and slid it open to get a chef knife as fast as I could.

As soon as I got it out I looked at him inching closer to me as he put the club on the floor.

"I'm not going to hurt you." He said in a hushed voice.

"Not so sure judging by the way my Mom looks." I snapped back. We were circling around the island in the center of the kitchen.

"Shes not dead. I didn't kill her."

"Yes, but what do plan to with me? Exactly?"

"Nothing. I just need you to hear me out."

"So you can gain my trust in two seconds and kill me when I don't expect it?" And at that he stood still and so did I.

"Look I don't know if you remember or not but I know you. You aren't supposed to be here."

"What the f-" He cut me off!

"Language Nikki." He knows me.

"How the hell do you know my name? Who are you? What do want with me?" I demanded answers.

"I'm Cole. Cole Lightwood."

"Yeah, ok next answer."

"I know you because your the missing girl everyones been looking for, for eight years. I know you because your unmistakable eyes have the color of grey. Not normal for most humans. Right? And your angled beautiful face that-"

"Hold up pretty boy. Get your shit together because telling me I'm pretty and stuff, not working. Give me useful answers."

"It's a long story. But here we go." His face turned from expressionless to having a sly grin. This is gonna be a long night.

Deadly Little SecretsWhere stories live. Discover now