THEY CALL HIM RECKLESS
That was an understatement.
Sebastian was the most attractive, dangerous, horrifying man in the entire state of Washington.
He had secrets, secrets in that dark past of him, and I always struggled to understand his motive.
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Skye
"Good morning," a voice said.
I woke up, screaming as I shot up from the couch.
I gazed up quickly to find the lights in the living room on, and there was a figure standing above me... though his face was originally covered in shadows, I could see him now...
Sebastian.
I scrambled off the couch and stepped backwards, shaking my head.
He just watched me.
Goddamn it... I fell asleep.
Now I couldn't tell if this was real or not.
I just glanced down at my hand and pinched myself, wincing at the sting.
I pulled away then, eyes widening.
I wasn't dreaming.
"How did you get in here?" I demanded to him, voice shaking as he watched me. "I locked all the doors and windows."
"Not the master bedroom," he said then, smiling.
I stared.
Oh, crap... he was right.
"You okay there, Kiki?" he said then, tipping his head to the side. "You look a little shaken."
I just shot my head up, pointing to the door. "Get out."
He only remained in place, brows arched.
"Get out!" I yelled to him, but he still didn't move. "MOM!" I screamed then, body rattling with tremors.
"They're at a business meeting," Sebastian told me, and I gazed down to find his face clear of every emotion other than amusement.
I only replied, "How did you know that?"
"Note on the fridge," he said, shrugging.
I gazed over to the kitchen to find a sticky-note on the fridge—like he said—though the writing on it was impossible to read from my distance.
"You look shaken," he said then. "What's wrong?"
I glanced back over at him, finding his emotionless expression still the same, but now the smile was gone.
"I want you out," I told him then.
It was an honest thing, really, but part of me wanted him to stay so I could bury him in questions... though... I knew deep down inside that this wasn't the reason why I was scared; he was a part of the reason, but he wasn't... the reason.
It was the thing that happened earlier...
I swore I saw my neighbor get shot, and then he was completely fine? Both of them?
