There he stood in all his glory. The man who was supposed to shake me to my core. The man that everyone is told to be feared. He the character from the tales our parents told us as kids so we would behave, but he looked nothing like the pictures.
He stood at 6 feet, handsome, prettiest blue eyes. He was built. His abs showing through his shirt, his black jeans hugging his hips and legs just right.
I stood in front of him with my arms crossed just staring and trying to figure out why he was following me. "Why must you follow me everyday?" I asked. He stood there arms crossed and a hard look on his face. "What part of 'its time to come home' did you not understand?" He spoke in an almost bored tone. I sighed and said " I am not going back up there, Sir. I'd rather be dragged to hell by Lucifer himself than go back to that house, Gabe."
Gabe looked taken aback by his twins statement and then smirked because she didn't know that, that is exactly what was going to happen. "I will let him know dear sister."
I looked up at my brother with a questionable look and then it clicked, like a flip was switched in my brain. I groaned and said " Game on. Let the King know I said 'catch me if you can.'"
