Trapped In a Mind She Kills || awaited sequel to: Trapped In Kio Cyr

Chapter 10: "be safe."

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐧 : "𝐛𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞."

𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝟒𝐭𝐡

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 𝟐𝟐𝟐𝟔

𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲 !!

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The sun was the first thing that woke me up, but my eyes closed fast. The second thing was a loud banging on my door. So I take the pillow that was on my face off and groan loudly to make sure they know they pissed off the bear.

Just then my door springs open, "I need toothpaste," Josh says appearing at my door.

"Did I say you could come in ass hat? I could've been naked!"

"Nothing I haven't seen before," Josh laughs.

Mouth falls wide open and I throw the pillow at him, "that's really fucking gross Josh."

He shrugs and walks to my bathroom taking whatever he grabs. I rub my eyes standing up smelling what smells like Mom's pancakes.

"Mmm did mom make pancakes?" I amuse.

Josh makes his way out of the bathroom and gives me a lingering stare. He clears his throat looking up.

"Oh wait I forgot .. she's dead." I say emotionless.

"Woah woah woah, no need to speak like that Em."

"What do you want me to say? Wow mom's angel came down and made us some fucking pancakes!"

"Emma," I hear a new voice come from my door. Well of course it's Trevor. Of course he found a way into my damn house like everybody else does.

"And now you're here? Why is everybody in my fucking house!"

Josh and Trevor share looks before Trevor motions Josh to leave.

I flop onto my bed leaving my entire stomach exposed to Trevor, I really could give two fucks though.

"You okay?" Trevor asks sitting next to me on my bed.

I laugh a little at that question, "Who the fuck is ever okay in this world Trevor?"

He nods slowly looking ahead of my bed until pulling my arms up.

"Where are we going?"

"Just trust Emma."

I inhale then follow him down stairs. My aunt Roxie is sitting at one of the bar stool in front of platters of food, pancakes, fruit, and slices of toast.

I look up at Trevor and he smiles, "Get some food in your stomach then join me outside."

I nod before he heads out. My stomach doesn't have an appetite considering yesterday but my natural instincts grab a few grapes and a slice of toast.

"You let him in?" I ask Roxie.

"Seemed like he needed to talk to you," she answers scraping her fork against the plate. The sounds makes an awkward silence while I crunch down my toast.

"Umm why he will see me outside?"

"He asked me if he could help with the furniture in the trunk."

"Oh .. okay," I say putting my toast down.

I grab a long green jacket pulling it over my shoulders and head outside. Trevor has a speaker playing Harry Styles while he moves boxes.

"It's cold," I shiver. He looks back at me with a 'did I ask look' but recovers quickly.