The Boy Next Door

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

I sat up gasping and panting for breath. Sweat was dripping down the sides of my face. 'It was just a dream, it was just a dream' I chanted to myself. Chris would never go that far...would he? My throat was dry and hoarse. Was there no water in this dark hell hole? As I was searching I heard the sound of the door click and in came the light.

"Get out and go clean your dutty self up"

I quickly scrambled out. As I walked through the hall way the clock read 4.00 am. I heard door slam behind me and I realised I was home...alone. I went into the bathroom and locked door. 5 minutes later I was soaking in the warm water. It had been such a long time since I had a proper warm bath. Usually Chris was home so he switched off the boiler and I had to have a cold shower but I was used to it now. I was all wrinkling when I came out the bath. I quickly went to my attic bedroom. It was nearly as cold as the cellar. I got dressed in my uniform; luckily no blood had gone onto the shirt. I had a feeling today was gonna be a good day I mean Chris had let me out to actually clean myself up. Time to start cleaning...

Christopher.

I had to let her out I couldn't risk it anymore. I couldn't have her in there with the secret that I had locked up since the day her mother had died. I went out to meet Johnny and the bunch.

"Johnny boy!"

"Chris my man"

We spudded each other and walked towards my car.

"So how's your maid" he asked

I just chuckled "need you ask, that house has never been a mess"

"Ahh, I wish I had a bitch of my own"

"Well you could, I would lend her to you for a bit" I winked at him and he giggled girlishly

"Be realistic, she would report me"

"She wouldn't dare" I said seriously

"Well...then it's settled"

"When do you want her?"

"How about next week?"

"That's kool, for how long?"

"Is a whole week good?"

"More than enough" he smirked

"Today's Friday right, she'll come round today"

We talked a little bit more and after about an hour I left. When I got home she was cleaning the house. The scar on her face was bad. If she told...

Honey.

I was hovering when Chris came in. I just avoided his gaze and carried on it was only 7.00 I had plenty of time to do my homework and have breakfast for the first time in ages. I left the house on time feeling fresh and calm despite the scar. I had covered it with a plaster. No amount of make-up would have covered my developing scab, anyway with no money I couldn't afford make-up. The irony of it was I lived in a 4 storey house. My dad had been an Architect and my mum a nurse. I got to school and decided to go to the library. I sat down at a computer and started to finish my history homework. I was nearly finished when Gerald sidled up beside me

"Hi" he smiled

"Hey" I smiled back sheepishly

"How you been?"

"Good, you?"

"Fine...hey erm what happened to your face?"

"I err scrapped it on the concrete"

"Why were you on the ground?" he looked confused

"What is this 21 question?"

"Sorry" he looked genuinely embarrassed