Don't deny it

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So I was currently pulling up into a strangers driveway , who I don't know at all. They also brought stuff only murderers buy and I was just decided that I was gunna hang out with him for the rest of my day. Totally normal!

All in all this was the like in the horror movies where the stupid girl does something that is evidently going to lead to a bad decision but she does it anyway.

Me. Right now.

And now look , I was about to enter his mansion of a home. It was utterly huge. Marble sleep floors and a chandelier hanging from the ceiling as we entered.

Let's just say it was a sight to see.

I was crazy for doing this. But hey ! Not many people get to say that they met a murderer in Walmart and went back to his home just for the fun of it.

I slip my shoes off by the door. I didn't want to make the pristine floors dirty.

My 'boyfriend' walks right and into a room which can be described as a living room with the plush couches , that looked like they hadn't ever been sat on nor used , and the large flat screen tv position above the sleek fireplace.

How did he have so much money?!

My mouth drops in awe at the whole house
I felt really out of place and I hadn't even seen everything this multi million dollar mansion had to offer.

I watch as Blake walks right up to a small island kitchen that was hidden around the corner , he places the plastic bag of items on the counter and slumps on a bar stool.

Again , the kitchen didn't even look like it had been used.

I waddle over there and place the plastic bag that I was carrying in my hands onto the counter next to his one.

I watch as he pulls out the vodka from one of the bags and places it next to them.

He turns around and opens a cupboard. My eyes widen in shock. The cupboard was literally almost vacant. It had three shelves , the top two were complexity void of anything that could possibly hold a liquid and the bottom shelf had three glass cups lined up along the bottom.

This was definitely a new house, and everything wa begging to freak me out , from the couches to the cupboards to the emptiness of the home. No pictures whatsoever.

I gulp as I slide myself onto the barstool hesitantly.

If i didn't feel like I was going to die tonight I sure as hell did now.

He spins around with two cups in his hands looking unbothered by the emptiness of the shelves.

He places them on the counter and begins unscrewing the lid of the vodka.

I never said I wanted vodka but okay.

Everything was worrying me now. Was he trying to drug me? Or get me into a state of mind where I would be vulnerable?

He pushes half a cup of vodka towards me.

That was a lot.

"Why are you so quiet?" He asks one eyebrow raised trying to study my posture for anything that would give away why I was so quiet.