Chapter twenty •Unwanted•

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Will's point of view

When Scarlet and Phillip left I climbed the ladder to her house and went inside.

My eyes darted around my surroundings.

The walls were Pail blue with oak trim, I also realized it . . . Was freakishly clean.

It was so clean that it would have made my clean freak mother proud.

The visit was going fine until I accidentally made a muddy footprint on the wooden floors . . . .

And the fact that someone was in the living room.

I ran into the kitchen and slipped on the newly washed floors.

I landed with a thud and heard stirring in the living room.

I alerted the unwanted guest and he started to walk towards the kitchen.

He was at the door way.

I looked for something that could protect me.

A pan? no!

A pot? No!

Really sharp knives? No!

And then I saw it!

A frying pan! Perfect!

I held it's handle in my hand and when the door opened I shut my eyes tight and swung it with all my strength.

I must have succeeded because I heard a big clang and a thud.

I opened my eyes and stared down at the unconscious figure.

And I realized my big mistake.

"What have I done!" I muttered

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