The Hunter Becomes The Hunted

CHAPTER FIVE

  Getting up not sure if I want to answer door, I stand there for a moment. She's probably some crazy person. Does the town have a crazy person, like in horror books. She could be some phyco killer.

   Oh come on that's not likely. Besides I could probably snap her in half. I say to myself.

   I move to answer the door. "Hi can I help you?" I asked.

  For a moment she just stands there looking me over. Creepy.

  "Umm yeah, I heard Clark was here... so can you go get him?" She asked. I wonder what Clark did to piss this girl off.

  "He left he's at the market." I answered her.

  She widens her eyes at me. "Okay. Well I'll wait until he gets back. Can I come in?"  She told more than she asked.

  "No, I'm not ready for any company if you want to wait for him you can stay on the porch or in your car." I said. I don't have the patience to deal with her and I won't let some little girl come into this house like she owns the place.

   She scolded me. Really scolded me like I banished her from her own house. Before she could say anything I closed the door in her face. I'm not dealing with this. When Clark gets back him and his girl can leave my property and not come back.

    I didn't come here for this shit.

   Closing the blinds in the living room I set back on the sofa and grab my book. Reading always kept my mind off of things. Looking at the cover I laugh a-little. I don't know how many times I can read this book and still love it.

   Opening Harry Potter and The Prisoner of Askaban I being reading chapter eight. I should probably be doing something else but oh well.

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   It took Clark 20 minuets to get back to the house. I peered through my blinds to see him walking up to the woman. He seems upset, maybe she's an ex. I watch as they begin to argue.

   None of my business.

   Only a few seconds later he comes through the door with a sour look on his face.

   "Sorry it took me so long. I'll go and make your food." He said not looking at me and ahead straight to the kitchen.

   She must have really pissed him off. Looking back outside she was pulling out of the driveway and down the street.

   Maybe I should talk to him.

    Getting up I head to the kitchen and find him pulling out a pot and setting it on the eye of the stove. He could have just gotten chicken noodle soup I would have been fine with that.

   "Are you okay?" I ask standing next to him.

   "Yes, I'm sorry if she was bothering you." He answered

  "It was fine. Um are you sure you're okay you seem upset." I asked again.

   He turns to me looking intently at me. A shiver goes through me. I am completely aware of how close he is to me. I can feel is hot breath again, I don't want to pull away but make myself.

  "Do you need help cooking?" I asked trying to change the subject and hide my redness.

  "No it's okay. Do you want to go lay down for a bits?" He asked.

  "Yeah I'll go get some rest and come eat with you." I said and walked out of the kitchen. I need to get away from him. He comes too close to me. And that dream I had. He has some affect on me and I can't let that happen. I need to be focused for my dad.