Payback

"Yeah you can definitely kill me with a spoon."

CHAPTER 13
"YOU CAN DEFINITELY KILL ME THAT A SPOON."

*Sylvia*

It's been about twenty minutes since the movie ended. Today just wasn't my day. When I got home from school my dad was on the porch with his bags packed. When I reached the porch he immediately started to yell at me about leaving the door unlocked. In thought I locked it but in reality I didn't. So, he grounded me from my car and made me give him the keys. That grumpy old man.

The movie we watched creeped me out a lot. Usually I don't get scared by them but this one I did. Fun fact about me: I hate dolls. Even as a kid I never even played with barbies. The movie we watched included one, and not the really nice one that has the pretty makeup done no. This one has a creepy doll in it with a large sinister smile. Lets say, I'm not getting sleep any time soon.

It's been and hour and I've been tossing and turning. Everytime I shut my eyes the doll from the movies pops up. I'm refusing to shut one. I roll on my side and realise that I'm thirsty. I slowly sit up on my bed and make my way towards my door that has been cracked open. I tip-toe my way down the stairs and grab a cup and get the jug of water from the fridge and poor it in the cup.

Then I hear footsteps going down my stairs. Oh crap, I'm going to die at the age of seventeen. I'm not ready to die. I slowly sink down the wall with my cup of water still in my hand. I hear the steps come closer to the kitchen. Oh my goodness. Okay on the count of three. One.. two... three. I throw the water at the intruder and quickly flick the light on. My mouth forms and O as I see Dylan with uis mouth agape and his t-shirt soaked. Oops....

"What was that for!" He screamed at me and I quickley shushed him. My neighbors hate me as it is. I don't need them to hate me more for being loud. "I'm sorry." I sheepishly say as I place the glass on the counter. "Whatever." He mutters and slides his shirt off but leaves his tank top on. He goes to the cabinet grabs a cup and pours the water from the jug into the cup. He grabs the cup then turns to me. "You good?" I nod my head. "Okay then goodnight." He walks away with a small smile on his face. Is it just me or was that weird?

I place the cup in the dishwasher and place the jug back in the fridge. I'm about to walk out the kitchen but think I don't have weapon.  I go to my silverware draw and grab a spoon. I shut the light off and head back into my room. I go back into my room and slide into my bed. I look at the spoon in my hand. What the heck. Who grabs a spoon as a weapon? Why couldn't I grabbed a fork instead. I could actually injure a person with a fork. I'm a dummy.

All of a sudden a hear my door creak open as light spills through my room. I quickly cover my head and hold onto the spoon tighter. I'm going to die by a scary doll. I look out through my blanket and see a silhouette walking towards my bed. I aim the spoon at ut and it lands straight on his head. Score!  I clap my hands and the light flicker on. I look at the mystery silhouette and see Dylan?

"What are you doing in my room? I could have killed you." I jump up and get closer to him. "Yeah you can definitely kill me with a spoon." He says sarcasm dripping from his tone as he lets out a chuckle. He stands up and gives me a funny look. "Why do you have a spoon in the first place?" Oh goodness should I tell him? "Well, you know Ithoughtthatasycokillerdollwasgoingtokillme." I quickly say as I cover my mouth. I hope he didn't understand a word that came out my mouth. To my luck he did because he lets out a full blown laugh.

I cross my arms over my chest and pout. He has no right to laugh at me. He finally stops and he looks back at me. "Is there a reason you came into my room?" I ask while looking at me nails. "Oh yeah. I kinda spilled water on my pillow." I quickly look at him. Those were designer pillow cases. Mom's designer pillow cases. I slap my head. How did I not realise it wasn't the guest room. How did I not realise I put him in mom's room. I quickly go out my room and go into her room. The sheets are messy from Dylan sleeping on it. I hurry over and make the bed how it was. I look on the floor and see half the pillow wet. I pick it up and place it back on the bed.

"Do you mind not sleeping in here?" I ask tucking a peice of hair behind her ear. "Yeah. Yeah. I'm sory I didn't mean to." He says worry lacing his eyes "It's fine. Don't worry about it."

I start to walk out the room about to lead him to the real geust room. I get half way down the hall before I feel two arms rapping around my waist. I feel breathing on my neck. "I'm sorry." He says again. I nod my head still surprised by his actions. I turn to look at him and see a genuine smile on his face. I smile back and then turn around and hug him back.

I feel him put his head on top of mine and I take a deep breath. This is nice. Then then dare floats back into my mind. What have I gotten myself into?

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