The Outcast

Chapter 11

12:51am.

James was already asleep. He looked so peaceful.

I couldn't bring myself to fall asleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I felt his warm breath against my ear. I was not scared for myself but scared for him. Would his demons take him over?

Why should I even care? His hands were around my neck for heavens sake.

He needs help.

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6:20am.

I woke up to a letter beside me.

"Good morning Aggy, hope you slept well!
                                                         - James"

I'm so glad he came thru when I needed him.

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I brushed my teeth and went downstairs to have some breakfast.

Oouu, eggs, bacon, toast. Yum

"Good morning mom and dad."

"Good morning honey, your dad already left for work, but look who dropped by," she walked out of the kitchen smiling and gesturing her hands to her left. Charles.

No. No. He's crazy. He's freaking crazy.

My mouth dropped.

"Good morning Aggy."

Wtf. Only James says that. Stalker much.

"Um, hey what are you doing here?"

I saw my mom glanced at me but I didn't really care.

If only she knew what he had done she would've dragged him out of the house, by his hair.

But I wasn't that bad so I saved him the embarrassment.

"Just felt like stopping by to see how you were doing," He smiled.

"I'm fine just a little choked up this week," there goes my sarcasm.

"Oh," his eyes widened.

My mom interrupted, "I'm going down town for some stuff. So have fun guys, don't do anything I would do," she kissed me on my forehead, "Later."

"Later mom, Charles I think you should like see your way out as well."

"No I'd like to hang, right Ms. Woodford?"

"Sure," she yelled back before she left.

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