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The Story, Edited

Leah glanced around the room, perplexed, and wondered how she could have gotten there. She looked down at herself and realized she was starkers! Unlike the last time she unknowingly found herself indecent however; the chill that trickled down her spine was not one of shame or discomfort as much as it was one of warmth or -dare she think it- excitement, tingling with what must have been what her mother told her about yesterday: womanhood. A soft rapping at the door called Leah's attention away from her thoughts. Mother had always told her to never open the door for strangers, but the boy at the door wasn't a stranger. Jonathan knocked on the door again and said, "Leah, open the damn door and let me love you. It's cold outside."

"One minute" She mumbled, glancing at herself quickly in the mirror noticing the way her brown eyes stood out among her pale complexion. She wasn't really confident about opening that door. Who knew what trick Jonathan had up his sleeve this time? The last time alone she had let him in her house was proof enough that he was bad news. She thought about climbing out the window just to avoid him, but decided not to because of freezing air outside. Instead, she put some clothes on and kept quiet, hoping that her silence would make Jonathan leave.

"Leah, please." She heard Jonathan plead from behind the closed door; knowing that she would later regret this she pulled open the door a fraction of an inch and peeked out at a smirking Jonathan. Johnathan shoved the rest of the door aside and stepped inside the room, rubbing his hands together to warm them. Jonathan had an unpleasant surprise waiting for her, Leah just knew it. He looked around the dark, empty house and with an evil glint in his eyes whispered, "Looks like it's only you and me." Her eyes widened in both fear and surprise. But she smirks and tries to play it cool, she shrug and then speaks.

"So, what?" She says timidly.

"We're finally alone, Leah," he whispered into her ear stepping closer.His chilling breath moved down her neck like a slithering snake, pinning her down on the spot.

"Your not good for me, Jonathon." Leah whispered, hoping that her simple statement would not only convince the boy that stood before her, but also herself. Jonathan ignored her insincere attempt to make him go away and took a step closer to her so that they were standing chest to chest. He reached his arm up and gently pushed a strand of her wavy brown hair back behind her ear.

"You're the one that I want," Said the hushed and bulky voice. Leah felt an involuntary shiver run down her spine"I know your secret." The atmosphere in the room changed, the room was much darker and there seemed to be a space of coldness resonating above them. It felt as if the air in her lungs had been sucked out and she felt faint.

"W-what?" She tried to play it off but the catch in her words gave her away.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about. Go on then Leah, tell me. Where are you hiding them?" said Jonathan. He moved closer to her, and before he could make any movement, she backed away.

"I am not hiding anything!" she whispered. "I will not let you play with my head any more. Go away." she continued, through gritted teeth.

"So are you going to make it easy for me... or not?" He questioned, his large smile growing across his face, exposing his teeth.

"What part of 'get out' don't you get?" she replied, grabbing the knife from behind her.

"Why make this difficult? Calm down, have a seat." He demands, pulling out a pistol from the back of jeans, aiming it at Leah. Leah froze. Tears leaked their way out of the corners of her eyes, she blinked harshly, she could not show any emotion.

"Stay away from me" she said as she pointed the knife towards him."Put the gun down, Jonathon."

"Why should I?" He chuckles."Do you not understand how long I have been waiting to do this?" He whispered, edging closer and closer.