Killings Of Midnight |✔️|

Chapter 5 (Edited)

Damaria reached back to grab her purse and opened the car door, to leave. She waved for Ryder to follow but he stayed there.

From the car he looked to where Damaria had stated her neighborhood was not a safe place. She had clearly underestimated the security of the area. Compared to home it was less safe but she lived in a penthouse and the area had surveillance cameras. She was probably joking. His thoughts were every, the last time he'd come to her house was when she first moved in. He was only twelve and couldn't remember much of the trip. After that his parents were constantly busy and his aunt barely had enough time to visit for the usually Friday family dinners they had.

Ryder snapped out of his thoughts and followed behind quickly to catch up with her. He was panting by the time he reached her and wiped the sweat from his forehead. He reached for the wall to support himself.

"You...you live...in a...a...penthouse?" He panted.

"I believe so, why do you not want to live here?"

"No! No! I was just wow. When I thought you mean not safe I thought you meant-"

"What I meant was the neighborhood we just passed has hooligans hanging around, therefore it would be dangerous for you to walk or even drive here. Besides it takes too long."

All Ryder could do was nod. He was amazed at the house. It was two floors and had four bedrooms. Damaria had nicely decorated the place and was able to give Ryder a room for himself, no sleeping bag. He received a full bed and a bathroom attached. Though it was smaller than home, he still glad she even allowed him to stay at her place. For the past few years his aunt's been a little distant. At first Ryder didn't mind; he had friends. But soon he realized just how distant she had become from the family.

Ryder wanted to explore the rest of the penthouse. Damaria didn't mind as long as he didn't step into the storage room and her bedroom. Ryder agreed and continued to stay in the balcony. He was mesmerized by the view. Back home he usually was distracted by the countless devices in his house and the amount of business lectures he'd get from his father. He was meant to be the owner of the company soon, but wasn't sure how he felt about the title. He thought the title was much for someone who had a whole life in front of him. Though he knew his father only wanted the best for him.

Ryder let out a sigh, he never knew he was going to move to live with his aunt at the beginning of the week. He stepped back from the balcony and walked back inside the penthouse. Most of the rooms, his aunt kept dark. She went to her bedroom as soon as they'd come in.

Ryder made his way to the two empty bedrooms. One was marked storage, he backed away from it. The next was a guest bedroom. He turned the doorknob and flicked the light on before entering the room. It was the same size as his. But the decorations was different. Damaria clearly had tried to put personality in each room. Ryder looked around to find three doors other then the entrance to the room. The first two were either bathroom or closet but the last one caught his attention. He reached forward and turned the doorknob only to hear his aunt call his name.

He jerked backwards and attempted to calm his furious beating heart. He didn't understand the purpose of his actions or the door. But his aunt kept calling his name and he didn't want to upset her. He followed her voice downstairs to the kitchen, she was bent over few takeout menus. The island in the middle of the kitchen was the only place lit up besides the hall. The floorboards creaked as he walked towards her.

Damaria wore a pair of track pants and a silk loose top. She was stressed from work and needed to relax. She ran a hand through her open hair, which reached just below her ears. Her dark eyes scanning the menus. She didn't want to cook for him because that was one thing Damaria couldn't do.