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*Beep beep beep*
My alarm clock went off on my nightstand. I huffed and rolled over, smacking my hand on the snooze button, and grabbing the covers, pulling them over my head, shielding the bright sunlight from my eyes. After a few minutes I had to uncover my face from the lack of oxygen. The sunlight almost blinded me when I did. I threw the blankets off and went to the kitchen, looking for something to snack on. I opened up the pantry, and looked for a pop tart. I got blueberry and walked to the table, sitting down and opening the foil package. After finishing the pop tart, I went to see if my parents were home, and not to my surprise, they were gone out. I rolled my eyes and went to the living room, turning on the tv to Disney channel. There wasn't anything good on, so I just chose to watch Good Luck Charlie. It was a great show, just didn't feel like watching it today.
I was completely focused on the tv when I jumped at the sound of the door knocking. Who in the world would be coming to my house this early in the morning?? I mean, it was like ten in the morning, but who would need to come to my house now? I looked down at my outfit, I was wearing just a tank top and panties. Crap! I ran to my bedroom and quickly fumbled open my bottom dresser, slipping on a pair of shorts. I hurried back to the front door, sucking in a deep breath and opening the door. It was him. What the hell. How did he find my address? I just stare at him with wide eyes and my mouth open.
"Close your mouth love, you'll catch flies." He said bringing his index finger up to my chin, pushing it up to close my mouth.
"H-How'd you get here? How'd you find my address? What do you want from me?" I asked nervously.
"Not so many questions, babe."
"But-"
"Nope, now am I allowed in or not?" He said, smiling, as dimples popped up on his cheeks.
"Are you allowed in?! Absolutely not! Never are you allowed in my home! Now leave before I call the police." I scoffed.
"Now now, love. I don't think that'd be a very good idea to call the police. I will tell you this once. I get what I want, and what I want is you, and if I don't get what I want, there will be consequences. So just keep that in mind, my dear." He said, anger starting to form in his voice.
"Well, I don't know if you've heard, but I am not something you are able to have. I am a human being, and not an item you purchase at a store. So leave my house now." I spat, trying to close the door in his face, but was stopped by his large hand.
He pushed the door open and came in, grabbing me and pushing me against the wall, my head colliding with it, making me whimper. He pressed himself up against me, as his face was uncomfortably close, the familiar scent of peppermint hitting me. I was so scared. My parents weren't home, and I was stuck with this creep...all alone in my house. He just stared at me. A few times he looked down at my lips, but then straight back to my eyes.
We were now on the couch. Watching tv. He picked something of his choice, I have no idea what it was. It looked boring as hell. I just studied him. He was so different. Nobody I've ever met before. He must've caught me staring at him because the dimples returned. He turned his head and laughed.
"It's so impolite to stare." He said trying to stay serious, but ended up bursting into laughter for no apparent reason. It ended up making me laugh, and soon we were laughing together over nothing. We ended up calming down, but when we looked at each other, we bursted into a fit of laughter again. So far, I got to know him, and his name was Phillip, and he was from Denmark. I also found out he hated bananas. Random right? Well I guess that's a good thing, because I hate them too. They just look so disgusting and all slimy with the nasty skin peel shit. They look like throw up, honestly. Phillip also go to know a little bit about me as well. We shared a lot of laughs and by the way we've hung out for this, what? Twenty minutes? We found a lot in common with each other and I grew very fond of him. He was so charming.
"Well Violet, I've got to run. So I'll chat later with you at school?" He said smirking.
"Yeah, whatever." I say shrugging, making him laugh. I got up and walked him to the door, opening it for him as he turned around and leaned forward kissing me on the cheek then giving a wink, making me giggle. As I closed the door, I watched him walk away and soon he was out of my sight. I skipped back to the living room and changed the channel back to Good Luck Charlie. Oh what a day.
The door was suddenly opened, revealing my parents. Finally! They've been gone all damn day! They greeted me with hello's and the usual hugs and kisses.
"So has anything good happened while we were gone, Violet?" My dad asked.
"Uh no actually, just sat here and watched Good Luck Charlie!" I lied.
"Ah! That's good!" My dad and mum said smiling.
"Yeah." I nervously chuckled.
"So did you make any friends at school yet?" My mum asked.
"Nope." I replied, popping the 'p'.
"Oh okay. Sorry to hear that. You should get some sleep Violet." My mum said.
"Why it's so early?" I whined.
"So you think an hour till midnight is early?" She questioned.
"Yes." I laugh.
"Well I don't find this funny at all. Go to sleep Violet, I hate repeating myself." My mum argued.
"Fine." I huff, dragging myself to my room.
