Bad Intentions

Chapter 1

My alarm goes off at four in the morning. I debate whether or not to ignore it until the familiar sound of my father knocking things over pulls me out of bed. He's in the kitchen wrestling with the ancient coffee pot.

"Good morning" he whispers, though no one else is in the house besides the two of us. I hold my hand out for the coffee filters and he happily hands them over.

"Go get ready or you'll be late for work" I say. Twenty minutes later he emerges back into the kitchen where I've packed his lunch and made him a simple breakfast of scrambled eggs and sausage.

"Thank you" he remarks kindly as he finishes the food. I take one last look at him before he hurries out the door. His mining uniform is stained in dark remnants of uranium ore.

My heart sinks.

The sound of his truck engine makes me wish I wouldn't be alone in the house another second. He waves up at me and I can't help but notice how much he's seemed to age in the two years we've lived in London.

Once he's gone, I decide I'm too awake to try and go back to sleep, so I pour myself a cup of coffee wait for the sun to rise.
Just as the hot liquid lands in the bottom of my glass, a sudden movement across the street startles me.

The older boy is climbing out of the second floor window, oblivious to the fact that he could get himself killed.

I let out a small gasp when he assends the drain pipe and loses his balance before quickly recovering. How could he be so reckless?
He looks back at the house once more before running down the street and getting into a black car.

For being new in town, he sure seems to make friends quickely.
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I pull the tray of cookies out of the oven just as the clock chimes two in the afternoon. I let them cool while I shower and dress in jeans, a white long sleeved shirt, a pair of sneakers and a gray scarf.

Once the cookies are cooled and iced, I arrange them on a silver plate and set them by the door so I can get my brown leather jacket out of the mudroom closet. Then I carefully take the tray across the street, ring the doorbell, and patiently wait for someone to answer.

Atleast fifteen seconds pass by before the door is opened slightly. I see a blonde little boy with blue eyes standing shyly behind the opening. I crouch down so I'm level with him.

"Hello. Is your mom here?" I ask him in my best child voice. He shakes his head and notices what Im holding.

"Cookies!" He declares in a slight accent and I laugh.

"Would you like one?" I ask. He nods and pokes two fingers in his mouth to drool on. I pick the best looking one and hand it to him. The door opens wider and the older boy stands looking ask us like we're insane.

"Collin, get back inside" he says to the frosting covered little boy. I look back to the older boy and try not to notice his dark, messy hair...or his haunted green eyes...or the dent between his eyebrows as they furrow in confusion.

"Who are you?" He asks. His voice is deep and velvety, but also slightly raspy. Hmm he must not be the friendly type. I think to myself.

"My name is Julian. I live across the street" I say and stick out a hand for him to shake, but drop it when he doesn't take it.

"Isn't that a boys name?" He asks rudely, which once again suprises me.

"No, it's not" I scoff. He folds his arms and his black long sleeved shirt bulges in a few key places. I pry my gaze from him and look at my shoes.

"I- I just thought I'd drop these off" I push the plate of cookies into his unwilling hands, almost at a loss for words.

"We don't want them" he says. I nearly choke at his rudness.

"Okay..." Asshole.

"Have a good day" he mocks and tries to shut the door. I stop it with one hand.

"I didn't catch your name..." I say in a last attempt to be friendly. He smirks like he has some inside joke with himself.

"That's because I didn't tell you it." He replys harshly and shuts the door in my face.

I set the cookies on the bench near the door, hoping he'll change his mind or that someone will want them. Then I walk back across the street at a loss of words, my mind stuck on the rude boy with sad eyes.

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