The dripping face of a teenage boy glared down at me. “Don’t move, I have a weapon and a phone to call the cops,” he shouted. “What do you want?” His blue eyes stared at me angrily. “If you explain what you are doing here and if you leave, then I might not call the cops,” he said. I stared at him anxiously,
“Please don’t hit me with that hammer and you can’t call the police,” I pleaded.
“Why are-?” He started but was interrupted by a voice from outside.
“Jake, my surfboard’s taken a knock. Are you decent? Cos I’m coming in” the voice yelled. The boy and I eyed each other warily.
“Trust me,” I whispered. “I can’t be found by anyone,”
The boy reluctantly gestured to get behind the pile of surfboards. Just as I quickly hid myself, the door creaked open.
“Hey Jake, do you think that you can fix my board?” the voice asked.
“Not right now, Ryan. I’m busy, maybe later?” The boy said agitatedly
“Right then, catcha later Jake,” the voice shouted.
As soon as the door closed, the boy reached over and pulled the surfboards away.
“Okay, game’s over. There’s no money and no drugs here. Now scram!” he said, standing tensely. A smile crept across my face.
“I’m not looking for money and I don’t do drugs. I just need to hide out for a while,” I said as I emerged from behind the boards.
“Well, you can’t hide in my beach box. Find somewhere else to go,” he said angrily, starting to open the door.
“Wait,” I cried desperately. “I have some money. I can pay,” He looked at me quizzically.
“If you have money, then why don’t you go to a hotel?” he said.
“B-because I can’t, I just can’t,” I said.
“Well I’m sorry but I have enough of my own problems and I’m not interested in a runaway shoplifter or a chick that’s had a tiff with her boyfriend” he snapped.
“I’m not a thief and I haven’t had a tiff with anyone. Please, help me out. I promise I won’t be any trouble,” I begged.
“Why don’t you go up the beach to the hotels?” he said curiously.
“I’m frightened,” I said softly. I saw his expression soften slightly.
“Why would I let a stranger stay in my beach box? How can I even trust you?” he asked.
“Because this stranger has given you her word,” I said. He looked at me steadily.
“Fine, one night,”
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Trust Me
RomanceWhen Jake discovers the mysterious Juliette hidden in his beach box, little does he realise that his life is about to change forever. "Trust me" she says but can he trust a beautiful stranger?
