Delaney Giselle Scott. The world's biggest smartass. Delaney bounced around in the foster system before being placed with the Scott's and their two boys, Brayden and Liam. At first glimpse the Scott's would seem like a normal loving family, but if y...
I stepped into the house, ready to be bitten by a radioactive spider or something, but to my surprise he was right. The inside was nothing like the outside. It was clean and well kept. The furniture appeared brand new and the smell of crisp apples drifted in the air.
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"Um, does someone live here?" I asked as I looked around.
"Me. Sometimes. Depends on if I can get away or not." I hummed as I took everything in. It was rather beautiful. Dark and kinda scary, but beautiful.
"You stay here, all alone?" He hummed as he leaned against the nearby wall.
"Why? Where are your....parents or whatever?" He scoffed before shaking his head.
"They're too busy with.....things.....to come around. They think this place is still abandoned. No one, but you of course, knows about this place." So keep my mouth shut. Got it.
"So you don't get along with your parents?" I asked softly. I didn't want to be nosy but I could hear the anger in his voice.
"I guess you could say that. Come on, I want to show you my room."
"Ok." I shrugged. He came over to me and took my hand before leading me up the huge staircase. There were so many steps that many thighs burned a little by the time we got to the top.
We walked down a dark hallway that had paintings hanging from the walls but I couldn't see them due to how dark it was. I tightened my grip on his hand out of nervousness. I'm not big on scary places I don't know anything about.
We stopped before I was being pulled into a room. I looked around and titled my head. His room definitely fit the rest of the house and him. It was still scary, but pretty.
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"Is gray your favorite color?" I asked. He moved past me and sat on the bed.
"Yeah. Come sit." Mhm. If he thinks he's gonna smooth talk his way into my panties,
HE MIGHT BE RIGHT.
I slowly made my way over to the bed, sitting far away from him. He rolled his eyes before reaching over and grabbing my arm before pulling me closer.
