The Elements.

Chapter 4; Childish Games

;;Quick Author's Note guise.  I am so tired from sleep deprivation. I'm so sorry if my writing gets boring or grammatically sloppy. I'll come back and fix it, promise.

Okay enjoy bbys.

xoxo Chelsie

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I slowly pulled out of the driveway after watching Spencer walk away. It definitely is an emotional time for all of us, but he was just acting immature. I plugged my own phone up to the AUX cord and turned on my playlist. Safe with Me by Sam Smith played. I had to light myself a cigarette, this song always got me emotional. My mind flashed to Spencer, then to Alf, and then Spencer again. When I reached my apartment, I sat in my car for a moment. He had left his gym bag on my back seat, so he'd be back tonight. I could only sit there for a few minutes, it was just so hot outside. I stepped out of the car to find a man looking inside my house window. It took me by shock at first, but I was still angry from the theater.

I marched up the pavement and tapped the guy's shoulder. "Uh.. EXCUSE ME". He shuddered and quickly turned around to face me. He scratched the back of his neck and flashed a crooked smile. His green eyes stared back into my hazel ones. I kept on.. "Excuse me sir, but what the hell are you doing?!" He lightly chuckled at my question, but answered. "I-I Uhm.. well see.. you know Cal right?" I started to think back... Cal... I don't know a Cal. I stared at him, puzzled. "Dude I'm not playing with you. Step." I pointed towards the street as I sternly spoke. He raised his hands up slowly and started walking away. "You know Alf." he stopped when he spoke."Wh-what?" I was so confused. He took me by surprise, but I couldn't let down my guard. He continued talking, "Caleb and Alfred are.. were brothers. I came to invite you to the funeral." I felt the tears brim in my eyes, my poor Alf.. I missed him so much. "..okay.." I said quietly. He handed me a piece of paper. He lifted his hand up to his ear saying "Call me, k?" and disappeared.

I reached into my thin hoodie pocket and pulled out the house keys. I played with the lock a little bit before eventually getting the door open. I slowly walked in, I wasn't exactly sure what I was feeling. It could have been grief, or maybe I was just still in shock from watching a man stare into my house. I stared around my small home, I was really gonna miss this place. It had so many memories in it. I wasn't sure if I wanted to still leave it behind, but I knew it had to be done. I put both my keys and my iPhone on the table by the door. I slowly walked in my house to the bedroom, slipping off my hoodie  and spandex shorts. I couldn't stop thinking about what Spencer said. Of all people to say I'm just a kid, I least expected my best friend. My mind flashed over to Kit's face, all the hurt that was in his eyes. He was least one I wanted to disappoint, he had never done anything wrong to me.

I walked into my bathroom, feeling the cold tile beneath my feet. I turned on the shower, making the water sort of hot, but luke warm at the same time. I stripped down out of my undergarments, and stepped into the water, feeling it run down my body. I was so relaxed here, and I was comfortable within myself. I took my hair out of my messy bun, and washed the makeup off my face. I continue to wash my body, until I heard my front door open and close. I froze, slowly turning the shower water off and stepping out to grab a towel. I wasn't sure who I was expecting except Spencer, but it has only been an hour since he left. He usually needed more time to cool off. That's just who he was.

I slowly opened the door and slipped into my bedroom. I threw on a thin, but loose, t shirt and another pair of Nike spandex shorts. I didn't bother to throw on a bra or anything. I put my hair up and grabbed my father's old baseball bat. I needed to call the police.. wait. Shit, I left my phone on the table. I was so afraid, what if it was that man that was looking into my house. What if he wasn't who he said he was, and he was coming back to murder me. I can only remember those green eyes and that crooked smile. I positioned the bat above my head, ready to swing on whoever was coming through that door. I stepped out into the hallway and I could hear footsteps coming my way. This is when I wished Spencer was here..