SNICKERS || Seth Clearwater ✔️ [SLOW UPDATES]

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It wasn't until I got home, and invited him in that I realized how he might think of where I am living. What was I thinking? I don't have a proper lock on my door, no proper protection, and I willingly showed a stranger that? Oh, and invited him in while I am hurt with no absolute way to defend myself.

His left arm is wrapped around my waist, gripping my body to help me walk into the dirty and old kitchen. I limp toward the counter, and allow him to pick me up and set me onto the top of it, smiling at me slightly.

"Where are your bandages and such?" He asks, and I bite my lip, cursing myself mentally. Is he stupid or is he just ignoring the fact that I'm practically living in a sewer? I take a big breath, trying to ease my nerves.

Who am I fooling? I've run away from home, nearly five states away; of course something bad could happen to me. I lift my gaze to meet his. His eyes are filled with worry and concern, a weird look to receive from a normal stranger.

"I don't think I have any." I respond, uneasy under his unreadable look. It is quiet for a few moments, him staring at me while I try my best to keep his gaze without faltering. Finally he nods, and starts to walk away.

I grab his wrist out of instinct, and he halts, slowly turning back toward me, his eyes darker and when he steps in between my legs I have to hold my breath, anxious. His palms are on my thighs, gripping them while his eyes are locked on my face, slowly analyzing it.

"Where are you going?" I ask, trying to control my breathing, due to our distance, and of course the fact that there is about three inches of dirty glass in my foot, and I'm bleeding everywhere, including on the already dirty floor.

Suddenly, instead of answering my question, he grabs me by my thighs and picks me up. I latch my ankles around his waist, and grip onto his shoulders, feeling dizzy and light-headed. He pauses for a moment, looking at me, before everything goes black.

-six hours later.-

I wake up to a dark room, the moon shining through the open curtains opposite of me, and I take my time to look around the dark and large room. I shift upwards, into a sitting position, and notice my foot is bandaged up to my ankle, and its numb.

That's when all the memories from the day come back to me. The forest where I met Seth, the job, the glass, the kiss. The kiss. What was I thinking? Kissing a total stranger and inviting him in my house?

Look where it's gotten me. In an unknown house, with a numb foot, no doubt going to make it more than difficult to walk let alone run. How the hell am I supposed to escape this place with my stupid foot like this?

Well, I should probably get my fatass up and figure out what the hell I'm going to do, and where the hell I am actually at.

I pull the covers off of me, and realize I'm in a baggy white shirt, that is not mine. I swing my legs over the edge of the bed, and try to stand up, only resulting in falling onto my side, bruising my hip.

"Motherfu-"

"Ah, I see you have awoken."

I spin around to the source of the voice, seeing a girl with an angry look on her face, arms crossed over her chest, and she stares at me with nothing but anger. I bite my lip and try to stand up again, succeeding this time.

"Who are you?" I mumble, looking at her skeptically. She rolls her eyes and scoffs, turning and walking out of the room I am in, completely ignoring my question altogether. I hate to say it, but that was a little rude, if you ask me.