ZILLY'S POV:
After Drew had dropped me off home i ran inside and banged on the door. No answer. I knocked again banging it like i was the cops. My mother slung open the door causing me to fall face down on the floor. "Where on earth have you been young lady! And don't knock like that its-" "Unladylike yeah i know where are you guys going?" I asked looking at my sisters getting ready to leave. My mother scowled at me and said " Sam, Elly, and I are going to a very important dinner. "And your Bre and Britt are going to a birthday party... you stay here make sure Derrick doesn't throw any parties we will be gone for a while you know."
"Derrick's here?" I asked stunned. "Duh he lives here" Elly said rudely. "Unfortunately" my Mother mumbled before she and my sisters left. I ran quickly upstairs and opened "Ricky's" door and then found it wasn't locked. This was a shock because Ricky didn't like people in his room. I glanced around the room. There was a huge king sized bed a snow colored carpet and surprisingly no games like xboxes are PlayStation's. Ricky didn't't play games but if he ever do he always wins. There was a 32" LCD flat screen TV and a desk with a apple laptop on top of it. I glanced at the bed and noticed Derrick wasn't on it. I walked over to the leather couch in front of the TV and saw Derrick spread across it shirtless his muscles showing. It didn't faze me at all. "Ricky why aren't you at the hospit-" i stopped mid sentenced when i saw his chest. It was perfect no stab wounds are anything. Derrick's eyes snapped open and he eyed me before looking at his chest and glaring at me.
"Why the hell are you in my room Zillianna" he hissed. And stood up so his 6"4 height was towering over my 5"11 height as i stared at him shaking. He had never talked to me that way. "Y-your stab wound... i-its gone" i stammered. "I have no clue what you are talking about my dear sister" he said sweetly. Are you bipolar? I thought to myself and i must of voiced my thoughts cause he glared at me and stepped closer to me. Damn me and my habit of speaking my mind i thought as I stepped back.
Derrick sighed "Zilly I'm not gonna hurt you" and walked away into the kitchen me following close behind. He opened the fridge and got the milk and brought the whole container to his mouth and drunk some quickly spitting it out. I looked at the label "Derrick its Soy milk" I said quietly. "Spoiled soy milk" he added putting it back in the fridge after scratching off the expiration date. "Your not going to leave it there for others to drink are you?" I questioned.
"Duh. You, Bre, Britt, Sam and I don't drink it so whats it matter?" he questioned. "Mom drank it" i said. "Another reason to leave it there" he said grinning. "Ricky what happened to the wound" I said. "Zilly drop it" Derrick said. "NO! First you had red eyes and so did Drew and then in the cafe and forest Drew ran super fast and now your wound it just it i don't know HEALED! And you guys won't tell me why... no one tells me anything in till it to late" I said sadly. Derrick looked at me for a second and said "You and Drew were in the forest?" "DERRICK!" I yelled.
Derrick sighed and then grabbed my arms pushing and stared into my eyes "If I told you.. you would never look at me the same.. you'd be afraid of me" he said. "If you don't scare me now then i don't see how whatever you say can" i said smiling up at me. He was about to speak when Drew burst inside in anger "How did yo-" i started but stopped when I saw Drew's angry glare. "We meaning you need to eat" he said addressing Derrick. "Well help yourselves i'll cook some ribs if you want?" I asked poiletly. Drew looked at me and then stepped towards me and said "I have a better idea..." he said staring at my neck with lust and... hunger? In his eyes. "Drew" Derrick hissed. Drew reluctantly turned around and said "Come on lets go" and Derrick followed. "WAIT! Don't leave me here." I said remembering what happened last time as was left alone. Drew kept walking and got in his Porsche and Derrick said "Fine but stay in the car. Understand?"
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Humor"I think I might like Drew.." Zillianna wrote in her diary as she sat on the swing. "HAHA" A rude voice said. Zillianna snapped her head towards the voice only to see the meanest girl in 2nd grade reading her diary. Zillianna closed it quickly only...