Lonely Raelle

Chapter Five.

Your POV

"Thank you for dropping me off Chandler." You say in the passenger's seat just as Chandler parks in front of your mansion.

"No problem. It was my pleasure being your driver." He says sheepishly.

He leans in and kisses you for a short while.

"Bye Chandler." You say getting out of the car.

"Bye Elle." He says before driving off.

Elle, That's cute.

You think while pushing the doors of the gate.

Maybe I should've asked Chandler to drop me off at the door.

You think realizing that the walk from the gate to the front door is as good as a tiring exercise.

Finally reaching the door, you stop to fill your lungs and proceed to enter the house. The house had a nice aroma. Almost like someone was baking or frying dough.

"Dad?!" You call out to no answer.

You walk further into the mansion. Stopping at the dinning area, you decide to call out again.

"Aurelia?! Jorgie?! Brandon?!" You shout referring to the house helps.

Why isn't anyone answering? Who could be in the kitchen?

Slowly walking to the kitchen, you grab an empty flower vase from a table in the hallway that serves as your 'weapon', against any danger that may or may not be in the kitchen, waiting for you.

Once you reach the kitchen door, you take a deep breath before kicking the door open. But to your surprise, the kitchen is empty, and very clean. Almost as if no one had cooked there today.

"Weird." You say out loud.

You were about leaving the kitchen, when you notice the small crack in the back door.

Now whose the fool that left this open.....or could there be someone outside?

Weapon still in hand, you tip-toe towards the door. Taking another deep breath, you step out and quickly turn to your right. But it was almost as if you heard voices behind you. Afraid that the danger could come from behind, you quickly turn around.

"SURPRISE!!!" a bunch of people shout, but they didn't stop before you hit Chandler on the right side of his face with your weapon, causing him to stumble backward.

And very quickly, the happy shout dies down to a few "Ouch's.", "ooh's." And one very loud ''that's gotta hurt."

Throwing the vase down, you rush your hands up to his now pink cheek.

"OH MY GOD!!, I AM SO SORRY." You apologize almost crying.

And well.
Partially laughing.

"It's not to bad. It's not your fault-wait. Are you laughing?" Chandler asks, both hands still on the attacked area.

You couldn't help but burst in laughter.

"I-I'm soo sorry, but." *Laugh*. "Who in their right mind sees me with a weapon, gets me startled, and then comes so close to me?" she stops to catch her breath.

"Don't you have any training at all on self protection?" She says with a wide smile still plastered on her face.

Chandler looks away, hurt.

If you only knew how much training I have. He thought.

"So planning this whole birthday surprise for you was a mistake?" He asks looking pained, turning around to face the people he shouts. "PACK IT ALL UP!, SHE DOESN'T WANT IT!"