THE STORM

1

The wind blew the water fiercely at my feet as I stumbled across the pavement. The rain picked up as my breathe seemed to match its pace on the pavement.

I heard a tree in the distance fell in top of a spemthing and which gave my feet the urge to move faster.

My dark hair whipped at face causing my hair to stick everywhere. The trees swayed and shuffled as if falling wasn't a option.

Which I don't mind..

The water held down my feet from moving, and only seemed to rise.

The day I decide to wear my nice shoes is the day a random storm attacks me.

Just great..

I walked up to my doorstep and took my keys out, only to drop them on the process.

As fast as I could, I went to unlock the door but instead stumbled inside. The door seemed to be open on it's own, I didn't seem notice because of my eagerness to get away from the stupid storm.

I heard rustling in living room but I didn't dare enter, being killed was last on my mind.

I slowly but cautiously entered the doorway, making sure to watch my back making sure I wouldn't be sneak attacked.

I quickly locked the door and made my way to the living room.

I was in the living room which seemed normal enough but something was off.

The footsteps came closer and closer but I quickly ducked and hid. He looked around and smiled. He eerily walked away as if he had already seen me through the side of his eyes.

The little light that peeked through the window shed light on his ocean blue eyes.

No..I'm not creepy..just because the first thing I notice is how his eyes shine in the little bit of light..is not ya know, your average creepy.

I slipped slightly falling on me bum.

This is why I'd never survive a horror movie.. I'd be the one to run and trip on absolutely nothing.

"I knew someone was here!" He shouted

"No-one is here for you!" I dumbly shouted back, he began walking in my direction

He stood over me as if he were a shadow. I slowly looked up into his blue eyes, lost at his frustration.

He pushed back his jet black hair and heaved a heavy sigh of exhaustion. He opened his mouth to talk but not a sound came tumbling out.

"What are you doing here?" Breaking the silence, He asks calmly as if he didn't break into my house

"I live here.. Wait! I shouldn't answer to you.. you.. vandal! " I shout out but he only chuckles

What does he think this is.. a romance novel, where he just laughs and I go jumping into his arms. Haha nope.. not today and not with this..dude.

He looks down on me and sticks out his hand for me to grab. I take his hand, regrettably, and made sure I had a good grip.

"Ready?" He asks looking for a answer

"Actually", I ripped my hand from his and got up on own, "I got it"

He laughed and began to walk away from me. I have no idea where the sudden confidence had came but if he thinks that were going to be best buds after he broke in, he had another thing coming.

I grabbed the closest thing in sight, a unplugged lamp, ready to swing.

He had wandered off into my mini apartment but that wouldn't stop me from beating the crap out of the guy.

I leaned back ready to swing the lamp at any moment.

I think I just I saw him walk across the hall.

Hehe.
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A/n:
How do you like the book so far?❤😂

(It'll take me a while to update because I kinda over think the fact that it might be bad)