We gor back home and I ran to my room. It smells like Blake because he used to live here, alone. He told me he would sleep in here when he was lonely, which he clarified was most of the time. It smells like bonfire smoke and mashmallows. He makes me feel safe.
I jumped on the bed and started crying when a hand was put over my face and a boy, who couldnt have been above 25 sternly said "Don't make a sound." I instantly oened my eyes and looked up. Fuck...Not today...
My abusive brother was right there. With his hand on my mouth. He asked me if I would make a sound and I shook my head no. He let go of my mouth and thats when I heard footsteps coming up the stairs. I turned my head and there was Blake.
"Who the fuck are you?!" Blake yelled.
"Blake...help me." I whispered.
"Shut it, bitch." Kyle said.
Blake ran at us and pushed kyle back, picked him up and threw him out of my open window. Thats where he entered. I looked down and kyle was face first, in the shrubs with a stick through his pale, unmarked neck.
I ran up to Blake and jumped on him. This is my home whether Blake wants me here or not. I found my way home and I'm not leaving. Ever.
I stopped crying and looked up at Blake. His eyes were....red?
He smirked at me and then slowly brushed my hair away from my face and behind my ear.
He slightly opened his mouth and I saw something I probably wasnt supposed to see.
Fangs. Fucking. FANGS.
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Boyfriend Material {Roommate x Reader}
Romantik18 year old, Y/n, Moves into an apartment, seeking a place to live with a roommate, in search of new friends. Little did she know, Blake Stone, a 19 year old boy, is her new roommate. She meets new people, goes through heartbreak and follows her ins...
