[On-going]  His Lonely Drudge

[On-going] His Lonely Drudge

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Running into the bathroom to gather myself, and get my shit together I looked in the mirror. Terrified at what I saw looking back at me I began to touch my face just below my eyes in disbelief. "No this can't be, THIS CANT BE!" Afraid to face anyone in the next room I sat on the toilet and listened for some sort of answer to flow out of Jason's mouth and fill my ears, but with my luck, I heard nothing. Finally after a few long dragged out moments passed I smelt this strong iron smell, and I could hear Rachel speak in the next room. I tried to turn my supersonic hearing off as I wondered what the hell could possibly be wrong with me. But I couldn't, listening closely I heard Jason too, "What the hell happened Jason?!" "I uh, I was just laying on the couch waiting for Nathan to come home when all a sudden he burst through the door mad as a hornet and spotted me on the couch. I guess he was caught off guard, he invited me into the kitchen I figured he had to of spiked my drink because I was on the couch barely alive when he pulled the gun on me," just hearing the fright in Jason's voice scared me. "Did he say anything?" "Yeah, he said just remember I was doing this town a favor," Frightened of what I might do next I zipped past Rachel and my uncle Jason in Finley's living room to my and Kohl's room to lock myself in where no one else was in danger. When Nathans uncle returns to town and bad things start happening Nathan takes it upon himself to take to drastic measures to exterminate the negative energy in town. Not able to follow through he finds himself In troubled waters when he discovers he is a monster and his best friend is in danger. Can Nathan save not only himself but his lifelong best friend? Or is his secret just too much for young Nathan to bare? I have not edited my chapters in any way I am waiting until all 12 chapters are complete, so bare with me if you will.
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He once told me no one knows the real him.I didn't think he meant it, and not in a good way. He is a straight A student, and everyone knows it, not to mention he is on the swim team. All that though isn't the real him, the real him hides deep within himself. ---------- "Can you please tell me what that was?" I nearly shout at him. All I get is silence. He keeps his back to me. "Please, I need some explanation." I beg. I stay still as he stops dead in his tracks. His body is tense and it's scarring me. He turns around slowly to face me with his hands at his sides. His eyes meet mine, but there is no spark of any emotion in them. They are cold and dark making me look away not being able to hold his deadly stare. I feel uneasy under his gaze, and i feel his eyes burning a hole in the side of my face. "No, I won't explain because it's not important." He says in a low, almost, growl. I flinch and look back into his eyes. I feel hurt by his words and I don't know why, but I know he sees it in my eyes. His faces flashes with regret but it's quickly covered up with his faces going back to it's hard cold look. I feel my heart stop and my face go pale. His look terrified me making me hold my breath. "Breath." He orders. I start to breathe again and just blink at him. "Now go." He orders me again. I flinch involuntarily at his tone and jump back slightly. "Please don't let me walk home alone." I beg in a quiet voice, looking down at my feet. The next thing I see are his black combat boots right in front of my shoes. I look up into his eyes and he looks down into mine confusion written all over his face. "How come you aren't running yet?" He questions searching my eyes. "I just can't walk home alone, please I'm scared." I hear him chuckle. "You aren't afraid of me? What can possibly be scarier than me?" He asks. "Well, I know you will keep me safe." "Why is that?" He questions raising an eyebrow at me. "You haven't hurt me." "Yet." He mutters, but I roll my eyes.

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