I Have A Feeling

a new home and a second chance

This is in Bailey's p.o.v.
      I felt my mouth drop. He was looking at me the same way he did in the hospital. We stared at eachother for another minute before he cleared his throat.
      "Hello Bailey, I'm Devlin Harper." His voice was friendly and calm. He looked at me expectantly.
      "um hi," my voice cracks and I attempt to swallow the lump in my throat. My palms are sweating again. I wipe them on my jeans quickly and stand up.
      "Shall we go?" he asks and gestures to the door. I nod quickly and follow him as he walks outside. As I walk behind him I notice that he isn't that much taller than me. All to quickly we reach his car.
      He unlocks it and gets inside. I stand outside of the car. I don't know if I should get in or not. As I contemplate getting in he rolls down the window.
        "I don't bite. You can get in." he says in a joking way. I let out a timid chuckle and climb in.
       "Can I stay with you?" I blurt out. I bite my lip after I realize what I asked. He looks a little shocked though he quickly recovers.
       "Of course you can."
       "Thank you," and I actually mean it. He just nods his head and keeps driving. I look out the window and watch houses zoom by. After about three minutes of silence it starts to rain. We pull into the driveway of a four story brick house. He drives into the garage and gets out. I scramble out after him.
     He walks into the house and I follow him in. I look around and guess we are in the kitchen. The stainless steel appliances look brand new. Actually the whole kitchen does.  Suddenly a man in a chef's outfit walks up to Devlin. They whisper to eachother and then the man disappears again.
        "I will show you your room." Devlin says and starts walking away. I trail behind him. We walk out of the kitchen, into the living room, up the stairs, and down the hallway. When he reached the end he turned to the last door on the right.
      "This is your room. my room is right across from yours," he gestured to the room on the left of the hallway. "If you need anything feel free to talk to me or Mr. Johnson."
     After that he turned and left. I shut the door and hop on the bed. All my clothes are at my old house so I have nothing to unpack. I feel my eyes growing heavy and I fall asleep.
      When I wake up the same man from the kitchen earlier is staring at me. I quickly sit up and rub my eyes. He takes a step forward and sets a plate of food next to me. I hear my stomach rumble and notice how hungry I am.
       "My name is Charlie Johnson, but I am called Mr. Johnson. I am the chef and usually found in the kitchen. If you need anything please ask." With that he disappeared.
      I look at the plate and see a sandwich cut in half with a small amount of chips on the side. I frown at the plate. How did he know that is how eat my sandwich? I push the thought away and dig in.
       After I eat everything on the plate I decide to like around. I look in the first door next to the full length mirror I hadn't noticed before. It contained a large walk in closet. It was completely empty which made it look larger.
     I close that door and open the next one. It had a huge bathroom in it. I walk over to the sink and wash my face. I look up in the mirror and see a feminine face is the mirror. I turn around and see nothing. I look back in the mirror and she is gone.
       I quickly leave the bathroom and close the door. I grab my plate and walk out of my bedroom. I retrace the route Devlin and I took to get up here and end up in the kitchen. Mr. Johnson is sitting at the counter scribbling on a piece of paper. He looks up and sees me. I take a deep breath and keep looking at him.
       "Um where do you want me to put the plate?" I hold up the plate and he looks from me to the plate.
       "I will take it." he says and grabs the plate. He dissapears again. I look at the paper and before I acknowledge what I'm doing I have it in my hand and start to read it.
      She has finally arrived. He described her perfectly, what he forgot to mention is she is innocent. You can tell just by looking at her. Carabell was wrong and it's pretty obvious she's jealous too. The sooner you get here the sooner you can see for yourself.
                      -Charlie
      I stare at the note until I hear footsteps. I put down the note where it was and take a few steps away from the counter. I guiltily look at my hands as he walks in the room.
      "Thank you," I tell him then run out the door. Since I don't have a car because of the wreck I walk to my old house. The crime scene tape had been removed and it looks the same before the accident. I walk up to the porch and pull out my key. I jam it in the lock and the door swings open. I step inside and shut the door.
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