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The Boy at the Door (Chapter 2)

I sighed, regretting ever trying to eat anyway.

The door bell rang out of nowhere.

"He's here!" My dad yelled.

He walked to the door, as I stood behind him, and slowly he turned the knob open.

There stood a handsome blonde haired boy. He looked up and stared at my dad.

"Hello, Riker. Come in." My father said.

He moved out of the way, leaving the boy, I'm assuming named Riker, standing in front of me.

He looked down into my intently.

It was as if I felt safe with him, yet I didn't even know him.

My dad noticed our staring and walked out of the room, leaving the two of us standing there, memorized by each other.

Riker shook his head in frustration, and sighed.

"Why do you have to be so beautiful? You're making this even harder." He finally spoke, his soft, minty breath trailing by me.

"W-what do you mean?" I stuttered, confusion fulfilling me.

He took a long sigh, and walked towards me.

He pulled me into his tight grasp, and kissed my head.

"I'm so sorry." He whispered gently as he released me, and went to the room where the ass hole was

'What was he sorry about?' I pondered in my head.

I walked into the room which they were both in, and their eyes immediately glued onto me.

"W-Why are you staring at me?" I questioned.

"Riker." My father smirked.

I looked over at Riker and titled my head in confusion.

He looked at me and frowned.

He came towards me and pinned me against the wall.

He kissed me roughly, and I knew what my dad had put him up to.