I was about to back up and walk back into the kitchen but he turned his head and looked right at me. A large smile appeared on his face and his eyes got bright.
"Hi."
He said with a cheerful voice.
I felt scared and nervous. How did he get in here with all the security and locks? I ran upstairs with no second thoughts. I needed to get away from him.
Fast.
I ran into my room and into my closet trying to figure out how to hide from him. I heard nothing from the stairs and nothing from my room.
Maybe he didn't follow me.
Right then, my closet door swung open and there stood the boy.
"Well hello again love." His British accent, deep and husky. His bright blue eyes look like the ocean, and I feel like I could stare at them forever.
"H-h-hi.." I managed to stutter. He chuckled and sat on the small stool. I sat on the floor next to him waiting for him to give me an explanation. I knew he wouldn't hurt me, so I wasn't necessarily afraid of him. I had a gun in my closet anyways so all was well.
"I am Marcus. I'm 21 years old an dI use to live down the strret from you a few years ago before I went to the US. Do you remember me?"
I shook my head and looked at his face. It seemed to be perfect and very handsome. Ocean blue eyes, brown hair that was kind of curled in the front, plump pink lips, and a smooth face. He seemed to fit well in America, he was quite tan to be living in Britain.
"Well... I'm Michelle, those it seems like you already know that. Was there something you needed to tell me because just randomly showing up at my house and walking in like you own the place just isnt the type of person I want in my house without a very good explanation."
He laughed a little and looked at me with sadnning eyes that peirced into my soul.
"Your dad use to be in the same camp wiht my dad."
He paused and slowly whishpered into my ear.
"My dad,"
He started with a sad look.
"He's dead."
Clif hanger :) I will be updating later on tomorrow. About 2 chapers. Feed back please?
