Information Kills

Chapter 11

"The world will not be destroyed by those who do evil, but by those who watch them without doing anything" - Albert Einstein

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Dakoda's POV: 

I walked through the doors of the house that Greg gave us and something didn't feel right.

The house felt to familiar, Like a really bad case of deja vu

I dropped my bags in the hallway and looked around the house.

It felt eerie, and strange.

Jake wasn't here yet because I wanted to double check the premises before letting him anywhere near here.

It's been a week since he kissed me. I haven't spoken to him since. I know, I feel terrible that I haven't seen or talked to him.

It was my first kiss and it was taken by Jake Jones, the president's son.

Holy shit.

I loved every moment of it.

After that things got pretty awkward. I told him I had to mark Cody's forehead and he just watched me, not even flinching

 It scares me, getting close to someone. I have been that way since I was a child, and I don't remember half my childhood.

I had driven Jake home after that and we didn't utter a word to each other, we just left the parking lot and went to houses.

Keres and Shadow were already out the back play fighting. I had let them get out first considering that they hate to be cooped up in the car, because they are huge. I also knew that if someone was already waiting for me out there, Keres and Shadow would have probably killed him by now.

I took the gun out of the back of my jeans and decided to search every inch of the house before testing Jake the OK.

With the gun at front I slowly walked up the stairs until I found a door leading into a master bedroom.

I gasped when the door opened. The deja vu was strong.

I shook of my uneasy feeling and searched through the room.

I found more stairs and found two doors, one was green and one was blue.

I opened the green one first and found that the whole room was light green except for the built-in wardrobe, which was white.

This room scared the shit out of me, why is everything so familiar?

stepping out of the room I hear the front door been opened.

I jump quickly into action and literally jump over the railing and hit the hallway floor with a soft thud, but loud enough to have my presence known.

I aimed my gun at the victim.

He turned, Jake.

"I told you to wait" I hissed.

"Don't get angry at me for wanting to get here early" He replied with his hands up showing defeat.

"I'm not angry. Just pissed off" I said as he distracted me with the bulging muscles in his arm as he scratched the back of his neck.

"I have a feeling that every time my muscles flex you melt" He smirked.

"mine are better" I mumble before tucking the gun in the back of my jeans.

"Prove it" He smiled, flexing his arms again.

Jake was only wearing a white singlet, which shows every muscle underneath, and a pair of blue shorts.

"I am not taking off my jacket" I refused.