Chapter 7

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"Hey Jose!" Owen said, looking happy as ever. 

Owen stood at the door, hands in his pockets, looking adorable. He really had a smile that could kill. 

Coming out of my admiring daze, I spoke up and answered him.

"Hey Owen, come inside." I said, feeling a little guilty at what I was about to do.

I led him upstairs to where my room was. I was nervous. A million warning signs were running through my head saying don't do this. But was that going to stop me, no.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"Yeah, I'm good don't worry. I've been going through something, but I'm starting to feel better."

"Alright, if you say so. Just know I'm here if you want to talk about it."

"I will, thanks."

Once we were close enough to my room, I turned around abruptly. Since Owen was not to far behind, he'd end up very close to me, our noses almost touching. 

"Oh! Sorry." He said, quickly backing out my space.

"That's okay, it was my fault!" I said, reassuring him.

"Sorry for this, Owen." I whispered before knocking him out.

Now lying unconscious in my hallway was Owen's lifeless looking form. Unfortunately, his puppy dog eyes were starring into mine right before I delivered the blow. Did I feel bad, yes, but I bent down to pick up his body nonetheless. I grabbed both his arms, hauled him up putting one arm around my shoulder, and began our trip down to the basement.

This is only the beginning, I thought.




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