*COMPLETED*
"Will you ever get tired of saving my life, hero?" My voice didn't sound like my own.
"I'm not a hero, quite the opposite really." He shook his head and his voice was merely a whisper.
"I can see the good in you." I told him.
"Not everyo...
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After seeing those eyes in my mirror, my nerves were on overdrive. I had to resist the urge to look over my shoulder every five seconds.
It wasn't real.
It couldn't be real.
"Kanin," my father rounded the corner to where I was standing in the kitchen. He looked me over, suddenly knowing something was wrong. "What is it?"
I cleared my throat and shook my head, "oh, it's nothing."
He nodded, knowing I wasn't telling him the truth, but he ignored it. "I've got to go out of town for business for a few days, you going to be okay?"
That's when I noticed the duffle bag by his feet. He'd told me about his trip a week ago, but I'd forgotten. My father worked for some big business that required him to travel a lot. I wasn't even sure what he did. Every time I asked him about it he said he handled delicate security cases for the business. What ever that meant.
I nodded, "yeah, dad, I'm going to be fine."
"I don't like the thought of leaving you here alone." He fidgeted, scratching the back of his neck. I couldn't even believe he was thinking of cancelling his trip because I'd gotten in trouble.
"Don't worry about it, warden, I promise I'll follow your rules." I told him, crossing my arms over my chest. I was happy for our separation for a few days. I couldn't wait to have the house to myself.
"This isn't a joke, Kanin." He looked suddenly very serious.
"I wasn't joking." I said quietly, looking him over. I thought I saw something flash in his eyes. Was my father afraid? There was no way. Nothing scared him.
He nodded, "okay, then. I'll be back in a few days. Keep your phone on. I'll call every night to check up on you. I left money for you. There's food in the fridge."
"Dad, I'll be fine." I told him as I walked him to the door. "No worries."
He stood in the doorway, unsure. Finally, he hugged me and then walked to his car. I watched him drive away.
"Finally!" I shouted as I closed the door. I was alone. I had the house to myself for three days.
I stood there in the entrance to the living room for what seemed like hours. I was trying to figure out what to do with myself. I suddenly heard my phone beep, a text message. I hurried up the stairs to find it.
It was my best friend Delilah telling me about a party tonight. A smile crossed my face. Yeah, I'd regretted staying out late last night. But this was one party, a party right down the street.
I rifled through my closet for the perfect outfit. I finally settled on my favorite pair of black, ripped skinny jeans, my white converse, and a sequined tank top. I curled my hair and did my makeup. By the time I was done, it was almost time for Delilah to pick me up. I wouldn't take my car, because I knew my father could track my gps.
