My babysitter, Chandler Riggs . {{A Chandler Riggs fanfic}}

Chapter 26: A dark room

~Your POV~

"How could someone not know who their parents are?" I ask, staring at Chandler .

"Look, It's really none of your business ." He glares at me, and stands up .

"Chandler, please ." I say, grabbing his arm .

"It's complicated ." He mutters, walking off and basically dragging me along with him .

"Chandler Riggs!"

All of a sudden, he grabs me by my arms and pushes me into his room . The lights are off and I can't see anything . He walks in as well, locking the door behind him . So, his bed-room door locks but the bathroom door doesn't? That make's perfect sense; note my sarcasm .

"I'm an orphan ." He mumbles as I stare into the darkness of his room .

"W-What?" I question, looking around, hopelessly .

"Well, was an orphan ." I hear Chandler say, moving around .

"Were you adopted or-" "no ." His deep voice sending chills down my spine .

"Apparently, you're not suppose to sneak drugs or alcohol in . Or have underaged sex . Or steal from your roommates.. " He says, rambling on .

"And I may or may not have done all of those things ." He chuckled .

"So," he cleared his throat, now speaking in a more serious tone .

"They bought me a house . and a car . and somehow even a driver's license . Just to cover up the fact that they basically threw me out on the streets ." he muttered .

"Chandler, I'm so sorry ." I whisper, trying to keep my voice from cracking .

"It's fine . I mean, who would want to get a 15 year old boy from an orphanage, who's covered in tattoo's and looks like they haven't gotten a haircut in three years?" As he speaks, I can hear him moving closer to me .

"Uh ." I reply with, searching for Chandler in the dark room .

"Well, that's pretty much my story ." He states as I hear him walking around the room .

"W-What about your wrists?" I mumble .

"Think about it, you wake up one morning and all of your clothes are packed . The place you've lived in for like ever; your home decides to kick you out because they don't want you or handle you anymore ." He says with a sigh .

"I felt like shit ." Chandler muttered as it became harder to breathe .

"So yeah, I started cutting . Who wouldn't?" I can hear the sadness in his voice .

"So, when I realized that wasn't getting me anywhere, I needed a distraction . Or several ." Chandler chuckles, moving closer to me .

"Hey, *y/n*?" He whispers as I turn in the direction of his voice .

"Are you afraid of the dark?" I could tell by the way he was talking that he had a smirk on his face .

"Uh.. No-" "Boo ." I get cut of my a pair of long arms wrapping my stomach .

"You're so lame ." I laugh as I feel his head fall to my shoulder .

"But this one girl," He said into my shoulder .

"She interested me ." he added .

"If she interested you, why would you call her a stranger and not talk to her for two weeks? And let her family take her, without giving a fighting chance? " I question, making his grasp on my waist tighten .

"*Y/n*, I've broken a million girl's hearts . And I'm scared I might accidentally break yours ." He slightly spun me to face him as he spoke .

And suddenly, I do a crazy, stupid thing that I'm probably going to regret later . I smash my lips into his, feeling him kiss back automatically . His hands fall directly to my hips as I tangle my fingers into his jet-black. hair . Chandler lifts me up as I wrap my legs around his torso . He starts to walk, as I feel my back slowly hit his bed-room wall . And one thought crosses my mind . What about Sam?

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Here's an update . It's pretty short, but we need to talk anyway . I don't understand why people can't come with a story on there own; instead of stealing other people's work . I mean, I started 'My Babysitter, Chandler Riggs .' last summer and I've worked really hard on it . And then, just to go and find a poorly-written copy of my story written by someone else, well it hurts . Three . I've found three copies of my story since I joined Wattpad . One took theirs down . One denied everything and said she's never even read my book . (Found it in her reading list .) And the last one, I haven't mentioned it to her . I'm kind of hoping she'll realize that it's bad to plagiarize . Pudding Bæs, I love you, but I will just stop writing if I keep finding my story under another person's name . ily❤❤