Chapter Four
I slid down the wooded wall of my childhood treehouse. My whole body shook with terror. He knocked again and that was when I knew. I was done for. He had killed my family, he was sure to come after me now.
“Excto my feet and stood on the passageway to get in. Of course he knew I was here! Why would he ask?
“I just want to know what you’re doing in my home.”
I looked between the crack realizing, he wasn’t the killer at all. His eyes were full of sorrow. I quickly unlatched the trapdoor, and pulled him up.
“Your house? I built this when I was eight years old.” I questioned him.
“Oh, I’m sorry a fire burned down my house and all my belongings. I live here now.”
I then felt sorry for him. I couldn’t imagine not having my own house. Thats when I realized, I really didn’t have a home.
“Whats your name young boy?” The old man said.
“Dylan,” I say, looking down.
“I’m sorry I invaded your space, I can leave it you want.” he said trying to meet my eye.
But I didn’t want him to leave. For all I knew, he was all I had left.
“No! I mean, I need to stay here, but company would be nice,” I say.
He looked around, confused. “what about your family?”
I looked down and told him every second of my story. Its not that I trusted him or anything, but how could I? I hadn’t known him for an hour, but it was a story that had to be shared.
“What about you?” I asked, “Did your family die in the fire?”
“No. My parents died when I wasn’t even one years old, no one knows how, so I ended up in an orphanage. I hated it there, so on my tenth birthday, I gave ,myself the best present ever; freedom.” he said, his voice shook with each word.
We had a few things in common. I didn’t want to upset him by asking more but, I was too curious.
“So, how did you get freedom?” I asked him, looking at her his dark brown eyes. He chewed the side of his cheek like he was cossidering not answering.
“Well, one day I just woke up, and thought, I wanted my own controlled world, I was sick and tired of them telling me what to do,” he said, “They also beat us, slapped us with a leather belt,sometimes,so I ran away,” He said, tearing up.
I then, teared up too. My eyes got blurry from tears. I clenched my jaw and squinted my eyes to keep my tears back.
“Thats awful.” I replied, still holding back tears.
He looked toward the pink and orange sky and said, “The sun is going down, so it must be around 7:00. I’ll go get some wood for the fire, and you just hang tight until dinner.”
I nodded as he climbed down the ladder and disapeared into the soon to be darkness
