Dexter Hollows |On Hold|

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"Can you cut my wings off?"
I clenched my fist.

The strangers pov
I saw the male clench his fist,, and i clenched mines as well. Whatever type of bullshit this is I gotten sick of it. It's pointless and it's stupid and I'm ready for him to leave. I looked at him and then found myself throwing him out the door slamming it behind me he looked at me with anger filled in his eyes and I looked the same way I was tired and irritated. I rolled my eyes deeply and I went back to bed. I never thrown anyone out of my house that was in need but that was crazy.
"Can you cut my wings off?"
I mimicked him pulling the covers over my cold body. But no matter what I did I stayed cold. I shivered I checked the heat it's autumn but the heat is on 73 so it can be warm while I cover myself. But no matter what I curled myself up and I even held a heater in front of my face but I stayed freezing cold. It felt like someone dumped me into a bucket of ice cold water and let my body stay. I managed to fall asleep hours later but I was woken by a pair of red eyes staring back at me. I jumped up and there he was. That fucking maniac who wanted me to cut his "Wings" off. I got tired and looked at the time. 3am?!?!
What??
I grabbed the dagger between my matress
Wait no..
I grabbed his wings and sliced it
That's not me ,, I woke up quickly in a cold sweat then there he was legs crossed staring at me with those red eyes. I wiped the burning tears from my face and I looked at him. My hands instantly swept under my matress and my dagger was still there I neatly set it back in it's place and I looked at him once again. My heart began to race I stood up and walked over to him then past him into my kitchen and I made coffee. I made coffee two sugars milk and creamer that one was mine.
"Black."
I heard a singular voice sound off behind me I turned while looking at the floor and I nodded. I took a second cup from the cabinet and I placed it down pouring a cup of black coffee. I sat down at my table and then I placed the second cup in front of a empty chair. That's were the man sat and I sat right in front of him.
"Out of all... Every house on this block,, w-why? Why mine?" I stuttered I never stuttered in my adult life but why was I stuttering now. I finally had the courage to look at him.
"It was the first house I saw with lights on and I'm tired I just want to be free. I want to show them that I'm never com-"
"Show who?!" I ask urgently ready for him to leave. He rolled his eyes
"I hate being inturupred so use your manners?" He replied nonchalantly
"Y-yes."
"it's sir,, yes sir."
I made a face and looked at him
"Yes sir? What the fuck is this?"
"It's called manners." He paused and he stood hovering over me "Watch your fucking mouth human."
That made my face heatten but I stood also this was my fucking house and I can do whatever the hell I want to in my house. My 6'4 frame made shadows over his short 5'9 height I smiled at the height difference.
"You don't fucking tell me what to do. How about that sir?"
He began to open his mouth but I spoke over him now I gained my confidence "And until you learn some fucking manners then I'm not cutting your wings off. Or you can find someone else to do it."
He looked up at me and bowed his head down I took my index finger lifting his head up.
"I'll show you your room."