Inside His Basement (Editing)

Chapter 9

Carmen's POV

Thinking about it, I don't see why not. I do enjoy having him here, which is weird. Without the noise, it's quite boring. Living alone would be as boring as hell. Sure Aunt Silvia comes over, but she visits more now that Kid's here.

Wait! I still don't even know his name! It's not fair that even though I'm the one who helped him escape my aunt is the first one to know his name! Why do I care!? I sound like one of those fucking jealous idiots!

"Listen, Kid."

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" he says, flinging his arms in the air. "I know I asked too much! I won't ask you again, I promise!"

"Shut up!" I yell. He does and I continue. "Sorry for yelling. If you tell me your name, so I can stop calling you Kid, I'll let you live here. That's all."

He's quiet for a moment, pondering, before answering. "My name is... Ivan. I'm Ivan."

"Oh, so you're Russian. Hey, can you teach me Russian?"

"I'm half Russian, half American. I only lived in Russia for two years before coming to America, so I don't know any Russian. My mother was Russian and my father was American. My mother never taught me Russian because she thought it was unnecessary."

"Well, that was an earful. I just wanted to know if you could teach me some Russian."

"...Can I use your computer since you only ever use your laptop?"

"Sure. Whatever. Go play some games or something. We still have a lot of time before going to the park."

At the mention of the park, Ivan smiles and his eyes brighten with excitement. He brisk walks - I'm assuming he knows not to run through my house - into the living room. It surprises me that just going to the park seems to have helped me to be forgiven. I really didn't mean to hurt him. I'm glad that he's happy now.

But living here... I don't think he'll like living here too long, especially with my temper. Ivan is one weird kid. Or maybe it's because he has nowhere else to go. Well, duh! He's been isolated for years, so of course, he has nowhere to go, idiot!

After fixing my bed, I walk into the living room. On my way to the kitchen, I hear some noises... Erotic noises... It sounds like male voices... My computer!

"Ivan, what the hell are you doing!?" I yell, running over to him. "My computer! There better be no viruses on it!"

He quickly exits out of the site, looking at me with fear in his eyes. "S-sorry. I'm sorry. I was just curious. I won't do it again, I pro-- Please don't hurt me!" Tears start running down his face.

Ivan begins shaking as if he's seeing Everett's ghost in front of him. I may be Everett's brother and I may have similarities to him, but Ivan knows I'm not him. He knows I'm nothing like him. He trusts me now. He was just curious, I guess.

His teary eyes worsen. Instead of saying something I might regret, I just walk away and go into the kitchen to make us breakfast. Honestly, I don't know how to deal with people who cry and I might trigger his trauma if I say anything. It might be better to ignore it.

After I fix us breakfast, I set our plates down in front of us on the coffee table. I take a sip of my coffee as Ivan begins digging into his food. I almost laugh. Ivan stops eating for a moment to look at me before going back to eating, slower this time. Sometimes - sometimes - he's really cute.

It's nice to know someone enjoys my cooking. Ivan treats it like it's the best food in the world. Whenever Everett stayed over, he would complain. Aunt Silvia would do the same. I knew they were joking around with me, but it still pissed me off.