Dare You

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Peyton's POV

My heart feels heavy as I walk down the stairs of the hous- facility. I've been here for 235'920 seconds/3932 minutes/65 hours/3 days. Since I arrived, I've locked myself in the tiny white room they allocated me. I've refused to leave it as I wallow in my own loneliness, having my meals left outside my door. If you're wondering what the place is like, I couldn't tell you.

I reach the bottom of the stairs and wince when it creaks slightly. I haven't met anyone yet and I want to keep it that way, at least for a while. For the past three nights, I've made my way downstairs whilst everyone's sleeping soundly. Being stuck in that tiny room would drive anyone crazy.

It's really not that bad though, the foods great and we have soft beds and what not. The noise is a problem though, there are boys and girls ranging from the age of twelve to nineteen (when they're forcefully kicked out.) The pounding of their feet and the loud shouting matches are hard to ignore.

I'm just grabbing a bottle of water when I hear a loud knock on the door. I frown and cautiously move towards the front door. It's almost three o'clock, who'd be calling at this time? I shakily unlock the door, praying its not a deadly serial killer. The door is pushed open and I sigh in relief when I see an old woman standing there. But when I look up I give a small gasp.

I don't know how I didn't see him when I first opened the door, he's fricken gigantic. He stands at around 6'4 and is probably the most attractive man I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. His dark hair is messy, while his green eyes are bright.

"Hello, I'm so sorry about the time." the small woman apologises profusedly, making me smile slightly at her soft country Irish accent.

"It's fine. Can I help you?" I chuckle.

The womans about to speak again but the boy interrupts her with his deep voice.

"I need a place to stay." he says this dryly with a look of obvious displeasure plastered on his pretty face. I try not to look surprised,  truthfully he looks like he's in his mid-twenties, not late teens!

"I found him sleeping on a bench and brought him straight here. Its too cold and dangerous out there for a child. You could have been kidnapped or worse!" the old woman exclaims, waving her hands crazily while the six foot four 'child' trys to avoid her violent arms.

"For some reason I think I'd be just fine." he states cockily, leaning against the doorway, making sure to flex his muscles as he does so. I roll my eyes at his arrogance but decide much to my dismay he is correct. I open the door wider and allow them inside. The boy takes in the decor with little to no enthusiasm.

"I'll just run and get the owner. Just make yourself at home, I won't be too long." I smile politely. I walk out of the room, trying to look casual but once I'm out of their sight, I sprint up the stairs frantically. What did I just do! I let complete strangers into a house full of children! They could be kidnappers for all I know! That guy looks like a fricken twenty five year old!

I quietly call out the name of the owner once I realise I have no clue which room is hers. "Nadia? I have a slight problem.." I whisper as I creep around the landing on my tip-toes, the cold wooden floors creaking as I shuffle along. Goosebumps appear on my bare arms and I grab a large hoodie from my room before continuing my task.

I finally reach my wits end and decide to quit being a coward and pick a random room to barge into. After a few short minutes of deliberation (more like ten) I open the door of the room closest to the stairs. I sigh in relief when I find it is in fact Nadia sleeping in the bed and not some four year old child of whom I could never get back to sleep. For once, it seems luck is on my side. One point for Peyton!