Peeping Tom

I Love You

***Jakes POV****

I looked at her sleeping face as I pulled into our driveway. She really was so beautiful; I honestly didn't know why she even bothered putting any makeup on at all.

The engine died as I pulled the key out of the ignition. I felt the cool breeze numb my cheeks as I placed my feet on the ground one by one. I walked to the passengers side where Kayla was resting peacefully.

I opened the door, trying to be as quite as I possibly could. I honestly didn't want to wake her up, being too afraid of getting yelled at some more.

I wrapped my arms around her slender body and gently lifter her up off of the leather seat. She twitched when the cool outside engulfed her, but her eyes remained closed.

I shut the door behind me as I walked to the front porch. I struggled holding her as I reached in my left pocket for the house key. It became even more difficult as I put the key in the lock, but I finally managed to successfully open it.

I turned the light on and continued to carry her towards the guest bedroom where I usually slept. I honestly didn't feel like carrying her all the way to the second floor. I was exhausted and a little sore from where the guy at the bar got a few good hits on me.

I laid her gently on the queen size bed. I removed her heels from her feet and tucked her in underneath the dark brown covers. I placed her head on the feather pillow as well.

I would of changed her into something a little bit more comfortable, but she would probably be pissed off at me enough in the morning as it already is. I didn't want her to yell at me for seeing her in her panties and bra.

I stared at her for a few moments wondering how someone could be so pissed off one moment, and then be asleep the next. Oh well, I'm just glad she didn't leave with that sick bastard at the bar. She should be grateful that I showed up; who knows what could of happened if I didn't have.

I ran my fingers through her dirty blonde hair as I traced her lips with my other hand. I leaned in slowly and placed my lips on hers. Her lips curled upward as I slowly raised back up. This sent that uneasy feeling to my stomach that I always got when I was with her.

I turned the light out, and whispered 'sweet dreams' making sure to leave the door slightly cracked. She had this odd pet-peeve that the door couldn't be all the way shut when she slept. What a weirdo.

I trudged back into the living room and removed my shoes. It was almost four o'clock in the morning. I really needed to get some sleep. I haven't been getting much sleep ever since me and Kayla stopped talking.

I turned the lights off and turned the ceiling fan on instead. I plopped my self down on the couch, and tried to get as comfortable as it allowed. I felt myself drifting off the minute my head touched my pillow.

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I woke up to the sound of knocking at the front door. Who the hell was here at eight o'clock in the morning? I pulled my shirt on over my torso, and tried to make myself look as presentable on four hours of sleep as I possibly could.

I opened the door, feeling more awake now as the cold wind stung my face. No one was there. I stepped out and look right and left, but I didn't see anybody. I then noticed a pink figure from the corner of my eye.

I looked down. There placed on the door mat was a pink vase with a single red rose placed in it. I lifted it up noticing a tag attached to it. It stated, "Can't wait till we finally meet." I got an uneasy feeling in my gut as I curiously wondered who it could be from.

My face contorted as I finally realized that it was probably from her creeper. I slung the vase on the driveway in anger. I watched as it shattered, breaking into small pieces.