The Bad Boy, Chocolate and Me...

Chapter 4 -

I slowly turn the door handle, sugar, honey ice tea, it’s locked! Fuck this shit! I’m climbing out the window. I quietly walk over to the window and unlocked it. I ease my leg up to the window and swing my other leg over too. Now for the hard part getting down...

“Dear chocolate gods, if I die from jumping out of this window, I want to be buried in a mound of chocolate! Not dirt! Amen.” 

“Here goes nothing... one... two... three... and I jump out of the window.

I feel like I’m flying! My blood is pumping fast and I feel the adrenalin rush and its friggen Amazing!

I close my eyes tight preparing for the impact of the fall but it never comes... I’m in someone’s arms.

“Where do you think you’re going?” a deep, dangerous voice says in my ear. I panic, ‘Dear chocolate gods, please help me escape this scary voiced man! Amen!’

“So I have a scary voice? And why are you praying to a chocolate God?” he asked, crap did I just say that out loud?

“Yes you did.” Crap I did it again. He laughs at me. His laugh is even scarier than his voice; it sounds like one of those evil witches cackles but a man version. 

He slowly puts me down and turns me around. I slowly look up to his face, he’s wearing all black and he has massive  mussels, oh chocolate god please don’t let him hurt me, he could do a lot of damage I look up to face and he has black hair and scary black eyes, wait I know him...

It’s Luke. I haven’t seen him science my 7th birthday and that was 10 and ½ years ago. Wow, he hasn’t changed at all.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks again...

“U-u-ummmmmm, to go get some chocolate from willy-wonkers chocolate factory.” I say in reply; this causes him to laugh until he’s on the floor crying. I don’t get it! It wasn’t even funny!

So I kick him in the balls! ‘mwahahaha’ that’s what you get for laughing at me ya poop!

He stops laughing and grabs his crutch and starts crowning in pain.

“What the fuck was that for?” he yells. Crap he’s angry; maybe I shouldn’t have done that.

“You were laughing at me and I wanted you to shut up. Deal with it poop face.” woops I didn’t realise what I said before it was too late.

I think all the chocolate is making me go loopy.

He doesn’t respond to my statement. He just gets up and re-just his clothes.

“Well” he starts.

“How did I get hear?” I cut him off.

“I found you passed out in the woods.”

“Do you like live in the woods or something.”

“No I live I that house” he points to the house that I tried to escape from.

“But why would you be in the woods in the first place?”

“Remember on your seventh birthday I found you in the woods and told you that your father is making me protect and watch out for you?”

“y-yeah” I say just above a whisper.

“Well that’s why I was in the woods, to save you.”

“How did you know where I was? Do you know wear my mum is?”

“I have my resources and no I don’t know where your mother is but I found a beat up car with blood through It.” he lets out a breath.

 How did I get out of the car and who left me in the forest tied up? So many questions are running through my head I need a break.

We are back in his two story house it’s a rather beautiful house inside and out. It feels very homely compared to my home.

I am sitting on a love seat sipping a hot chocolate and eating chocolate cookies. I moan taking a bite of one! wow these are so good!

“How old are you?” I ask out of curiosity.

“I’m 44” he says.

“You don’t look that old.” He only looks around 25, wow! He’s aged well.

“How do you keep yourself looking so young?”

“Thats for me to know and for you to find out.”

“What?”

“Don’t worry chicken.” What is it with people calling me chicken! It’s not like I walk around with a sign tapped to my head saying Call me Chicken.

“Don’t ever call me that! Do you know what happened to the last person who called me chicken?” I yelled at him.

“Nope and I don’t want to know.” he says unaffected by my yelling.

“Dick  head” I whispered, so he can’t hear, but he still heard what I said.

“I heard that” he frowns.

“So what’s going to happen now that I don’t know where my mother is?”

“Well you can’t live with me...”he closes his eyes revealing a little scar on his left eye lid. “So you’re going to have to live with your father.”

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