Stockholm Syndrome

Chapter 7

Kylie P.O.V

Get me out of this car !! Been in here non stop for 10 hours and I need fresh air. Yes if you must know my idiot of brothers decided to have a fart contest and then my dad joined in. Ugh I hate boys. Well except cute ones. We pull into what looks like a fancy neighborhood. All these houses are beautiful but so big. We finally get down to like a culdasack thing and our house is straight forward. It's beautiful. As soon as we stop I jump out and grab my things. I am so getting the better bedroom. I run inside and up what seems like a million stairs until I finally see MY room. I run straight in and put my stuff down and look around. Jesus this rook is huge. But it's not even close to complete. We still have to bring in everything and I can't wait to hang up all my posters and- the hell is that ?! As I slowly move towards the window I see a figure. I see a figure in the window of our new neighbors. Just to be nice I waved but I got no response. They just stared. I really need to get some curtains. I check my phone but still nothing from Lance. I shrug and throw my phone to the bed and head downstairs and out the back. Damn. This backyard is huge! I lay down in the grass and just take in the scenery. It's beautiful here. Now don't get me wrong I do miss my old home but this place. This place is perfect. I close my eyes and just relax. I eventually get sleepy and drift off. Hmm no one should care if I take a short nap but little did I know the figure I saw earlier would soon be exposed. Tonight.