Chapter 15

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Blake drives me home. Once we arrived at Kevin's house, I got out of the car and smiled at Blake as I skipped into the house. "I'm home!" I called as it echoed. All the lights were off and it didn't seem like Kevin wasn't home yet. I walked over to the couch and turned on all the lamps, then I sat down on the couch. I looked around for the tv remote but it was nowhere in sight. I soon got up and realized Violet wasn't here either. I walked over to the front door and stood outside the door. The wind was blowing through my hair. I had one of Kevin's jackets on as I was standing on the deck.

I stared at the end of the driveway as it was getting dark. Kevin still hasn't come home. At this point, I started to worry for him. I paced the deck as I crossed my arms. Nothing happened so I walked into the house and went up to Kevin's room. I sat on his bed and just waited, thinking to myself.

Where is Kevin? He should be home by now, and where is the dog? I had so many questions. All of a sudden I hear the doorbell ring, I jump up and run downstairs. I slowly open the door and there stood a tall, dark man, he was really intimidating.

"Hello there doll. Kevin had asked me if I could come and watch you while he is gone on a buisness trip." He waved at me, even his smile was intimidating. I nod, stepping aside and letting him in. But the home phone starts ringing. I walk over to it and answer it. "Hello?" I say into the phone. "Hey kitten, did flame get there yet?" I heard Kevin's voice. "Is that the man who said he is gonna watch me while you are gone?" I ask. "Mhm, listen to him, and don't worry, I'll be back within a month." With that he hung up.

I put the phone down and looked back at Flame

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I put the phone down and looked back at Flame. He was looking at the pictures on the wall. "So, mind showing me around?" He turned to me and asked. I nodded and walked him around the house.

I showed him all the bathrooms, the kitchen, basement, and basically gave him a whole entire proffecional house tour. "This is a very nice house." He smiled at me. "Yeah, it is great living here, its way better than being with my dad." I told him. He walked up to me so that he was standing directly infront of me. Damn he was fucking tall. I'd say maybe 6"4 or 6"5. "C-can I help you..?" I studdered as my fear of tall people started showing. "Don't tell me you afraid of me." He flashed me a wink. "N-no, I just get n-nervous around tall people." I shuffled my feet as my anxiety kicked in. "Yeah, you are pretty tiny." He rubbed the back of his neck. "Yeah, I-I'm only 5"1..." I say, almost embarrassed of my height. 

"Hey! I love short girls." He winked once more. "So, you hungry?" I asked as I walked over to the kitchen. "Sure, make anything please." He sat on the couch and turned on the tv. "Alright, kraft dinner it is!" I said as I went over to the cabinet and took out two boxes of kraft dinner. "Thanks dork." He looked at me with his intimidating smile, then back at the tv. 

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