The Way He Kills

Chapter 3

Recap:

She had been wanting this movie for a while, and when i saw it in the store last week, i knew i had to get it.

The last thing i remember before falling asleep is the final scene ending, Annabelle already asleep.

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When I woke up in the next morning, i glanced at a clock. 9:47.

"Sh!t." I whispered to myself. I was already late for school. I ran as fat as i could upstairs, rushing into my shower. The hot water pounded my back, but only for a minute. We had run out of hot water. I cursed again to myself, thank god I had decided i wouldn't wash my hair and put it up already. I quickly jumped out of my shower, wrapping myself in a towel. I ran to my closet, and picked up the first things I could find. They were a pair of light blue skinny jeans and an old band tee shirt if my dad's. Before we get into THAT whole conversation, lets just keep going from here. I quickly pulled my shirt over my head and grabbed my backpack while running out the front door.

"Going somewhere?" I heard a voice call behind me. I slowly turned around, and of course, the new neighbor was laying on a towel, tanning.

'Really?' I thought.

"Yeah there's this this thing called school, i don't know if you've heard of it, but kids our age go to it." I turned back around and started walking again. Before I could even process it, a hand grabbed my arm and spun me around.

"It's Saturday, sweetheart." He whispered in my ear. When he didn't move away, I tried to rip my arm from his grip, unsuccessfully. He stared me down, and for the first time how much taller than me he is. After thinking about it for a minute, I realized, much to my dismay, he was right.

I just glared at him for a minute, then walked back inside. I stomped up the stairs, back into my room.

Throwing off my jeans, I grabbed a pair of sweatpants, and looked at myself in my mirror.

I wasn't stick skinny, but i wasn't chubby either. I had curves that "every girl would be jealous of", according to Rosie. Dirty blonde hair, and peircing green eyes. My eyes were my favorite part of me. I had thick, full lashes, and I rarely ever wore mascara. Rosie had always said she was jealous of how pretty i was, but I didn't see what she was jealous of.

I quickly pulled on my sweatpants, trying to avoid looking at my thighs, afraid to see the horrid scars that were left behind in the accident. Again, that's another story.

Ok, let me just pause for a minute. I want to fill in some gaps, like the story of my Dad.

My dad. He raised me, he was the only parental figure I have ever had. My mother died in a car crash when I was younger, and i barely remember her. My father was a bass guitarist in his younger days for a very popular band, most people had heard of them. And that's how he met my mom. When the band faded out of the spotlight, so did their fans. My parents planned on having kids, married or not, so my dad being the cool dad he is took all the left over band tees. Then when I finally grew enough to fit into them, he gave me all of them. That's almost every shirt I own. Don't get me wrong, i still wear dresses, heels, and dress up pretty, just I prefer to wear tee shirts.

I rolled the waistband of the oversized sweatpants a couple times, and jumped on my bed. Grabbing my laptop off my desk, I opened it and powered on. While I waited for it to power up, I plugged my iPod into the dock, blasting some of my dad's old music. The way our music system worked is it was wired around the house, and we each had a dock in our rooms. So we could either have the music playing just for us, or we could set it up for the whole house. I switched it to the whole house and walked down to the kitchen.

For the first time, I noticed the note on the counter.

'Adrienne,

Annabelle and I went down to the studio, I got called in today to help the guys. We'll be back later.

Xoxo,

Dad and Anna'

That meant I was left alone all day.

Yay.