Completed 12/21/16* 'Now, I'm face to face with the one person I've feared my whole life. He smirks at my trembling hands and the fear in my eyes. He looks at me with dark, cold eyes and lifts the knife that's dripping with blood.'
17-year-old Nico...
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'I'm startled when there's a knock at the door. We just got here 15 minutes ago. Who could possibly be knocking?'
I kick a box full of my favorite books away from the doorway and tip toe my way down the small hallway. I peep my head into the living room where my mom and dad were standing, trying to figure out where to add the couch. "Who could that be?" my mom asked.
She was really pretty today. Her hair is medium brown with light brown highlights and cascades down her back just above her hips. I always wanted to master a dutch braid like hers but it always comes out looking like a bird's nest. I usually prefer a messy bun.
Her hazel brown eyes sparkled when she glanced at me. She wore that same red lipstick she always wears on special occasions. She wore a tight navy blue dress that gently hugged her curves. She was thin just like me and people always tell me they can't wait to see me grow into my mom's face.
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"Stay back hon," my dad said. My dad was completely opposite. He was tall and had light brown hair with blonde highlights and gorgeous blue eyes. He wore a red polo with horizontal stripes and brown pants and had some stubble on his chin and his under eyes were droopy. I guess he hasn't been sleeping well. My dad is worried about me. About my safety. About Ethan.
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I jumped at the sound of the doorbell. I duck my head away from the door, terrified about who could be at the door.
Could it be Ethan?No, I tell myself, Ethan is in jail.
My dad finally opens it. I walk closer to the door as I sigh in relief when a girl my age appears. "Hi!" she says. She must've been about 16 or 17. She wore her dirty blonde hair in a messy bun with strands pulled towards the front and her eyes were dark brown.
Her black, round framed glasses complimented her oval shaped face. She had plump lips and her skin was flawless. She wore a gray mandarin collared shirt with vertical stripes and some fringed denim shorts along with some white converse hightops.
I looked up as she spoke again. "My name is Alison Branwen. I live next door to you," she smiled shyly pushing her glasses up against her thin nose with her index finger.
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"Oh, well it's very nice to meet you Alison," my mom said kindly. "And it's nice to meet you as well Mrs..uh-" Alison said. "Cavanaugh," my mom replied instantly. "But please, call me Elena. "We're a very informal family," my mom said.
I was starting to get a weird vibe from this girl when my mom spoke up again. "So Nicole, why don't you talk to her and maybe have her show you around the neighborhood?"
"I'd be happy to!" Alison said. She looked at me and smiled. "Come on I'll take you to my house," she chirped.
"I don't know...I have loads of boxes to unpack," I protested. "Oh don't worry about that honey. Go and make some friends," My dad said. He must've gotten a weird vibe from this girl too because he gently pulled my mom's arm to the side. "I don't think that's a good idea. What if that psycho is still out there?" He whispered in a worried tone.
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"She'll be fine. That boy is locked up. Besides, she could use some friends. She has none, she's always cooped up in her room sitting on the same old dusty velvet beanbag, reading that same old book blasting her ears out with that same old hipster-punk music or whatever. She hasn't had any real friends ever since that creep showed up again last year," she whispered. My dad was still not convinced but he nodded.
"Don't worry we'll take care of it." he said.
Great.
I gave her a smile and my parents stepped away from the doorway as we walked over to her house to do God knows what.
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Hey guys, ok so I was gonna make this chapter longer and have them inside her house and whatnot but it's already 700+ words. There's no limit to number of words but that's a lot to me lol. Chp 3 will be them in her house and chp 4 will be a flashback hopefully you guys will like it and it will make more sense for the story. Please tell me how it's going so far 😥 it's my first story so I'm not experienced. Special thanks to// Wildest_Dolan ❤️😍 for suggesting that Nicole's friends be named Alison and Juliana and for the support. Also thanks to you and whoever else has read so far. Thanks see you next chapter my pretty little bromieomies ❤️ ~R #dolantwins
