Breaking trust

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Sock swallowed his fear as he approached the door, then it hit him.. The killer can't see him.. but they can see Jonathan asleep..on the sofa. "Shit" Sock mumbled under his breath.

There was one thing he could do, but he was saving it for emergencies.. What was he thinking? This was a emergency! However, he didn't feel comfortable doing /this/ without Jonathan's permission.

There was no time, he did what he needed and approached the door.
Opening it with caution a strong wind of snow and rain flew into his face.
He soon came face to face with a mass of red hair, the owner of the brick red hair blinked.
Upon closer inspection it was a small female she wore rags and was tan, obviously mad to be out in the storm.

"Please sir, can I stay here till the storm passes?" The girl asked with innocence in her voice, her bottom lip quivering from the cold.

Sock flinched he was wary of the girl she seemed to be harmless but it's always the quiet ones isn't it?

Sock ushered the older girl inside
closing the door behind him, soon sitting her down at the sofa.

"What is a girl like you doing out in the cold?" Sock questioned looking her straight in the eye, since she appeared to only have one eye.

The red head paused and fiddled with her mass of hair. "I-I'm homeless.." She said stuttering she was telling the truth somewhat...

"Well you must be cold, I'll go make some tea" replied Sock heading to the kitchen adverting his eyes from the messy haired girl.

"God, what a idiot.."

A/N: this chapter felt long when I was writing it, but it's actually really short.

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