Freshman Year

Rain Chase

Kylee's POV.

No sleep had come to me that past night.

I've been awake all night. No sleep, no closing of my eyes.

I couldn't help but think for the worst possible awes as to why Kyle had been drunk.

I finally got the courage to go back into the house.

I had left the house at 5ish this morning to take a walk and get my mind off things.

I glanced at the clock in the kitchen to see it was now 9:05.

I'd been gone longer than I thought.

"Kylee?"

I turned to see my mom in the kitchen pouring herself a cup of coffee.

"Oh sorry mom. I just went for a walk."

I admitted guiltily. I'd left the house without telling her.

"You ok?"

"I guess.." I really didn't know how to reply to that honestly.

"You look sick"

"Yeah well.. I feel sick too. Mom if I tell you something, promise you won't say anything to anyone?"

"Of course honey."

I was debating rather to tell my mom this or not, but it's better to tell her.

"I..i really am trying to figure this out. The guys name is Kyle. He's kind of a trouble guy but everyone has there reasons right? I'm honestly just wandering why he came here when he could have gone anywhere? Why here ,to me?"

"Well. Kylee. I only have one answer to that but it's probably not the right time to tell you."

Her face seemed pale and looked of shock.

"What. Wh..."

"Because some things aren't that simple little red."

No no no...

I turned towards my living room.

He stood by the entrance to my kitchen doorway.

"You have no right to try to figure me out when you don't even know me."

He stepped closer to me.

"I do when you come to my house, drunk, and damage all of my property!"

I was shocked by my voice. I had never sounded so confident in my speech.

He wasn't though.

"You had that coming to you little red. Every single thing, you have coming for you."

"What is he talking about Kylee?"

I forgot my mom was here, in the kitchen, right behind me. He must have to because as soon as I turned back around, he was gone.

"Mom. I'll explain later. Right now, we're did Kyle go?"

"Missing me already?"

He was still in the living room, back on the couch.

I made my way through the kitchen, in front of the tv.

He sat with confidence and ego lazingly on the couch.

"Move red."

I didn't budge, except to turn around and shut the tv off.

"What is your problem?"

"What's my problem? Really! You are sitting in my living room watching my tv all because you vandalized my property by breaking and entering while under the freaking influence of alcohol and you dare to ask me what my problem is!"