Hot Blood

Hot Blood

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Prologue Why me? Why is this happening to me? All my life I did nothing but follow my parents. Do this, do that, don't stay late, don't have a boyfriend and many on the list. I believe up to this point of my life I have been living a boring one but everything change. I stared at my now lifeless parents lying in their bed. The room is full of blood. I am grasping for air as I just ran in here still wearing my school uniform. "Mom? Dad?" even though I wanted to cry the tears won't come out. Then I heard a sound downstairs thinking that the killer is still here. If I did go home early I would have died too like my parents. What am I thinking? The murderer is still here and I am thankful that I didn't die together with my parents. I ran to my room locking it. The killer must have heard me. Now I can hear his footsteps getting louder and louder. I get away from my door and push my cabinet in front of the door. But I failed to do so because I have no strength to push it. "I know you are in there little girl." I put my hand in my mouth to prevent making sounds. And control my breathing. I need to call 911 and live until they get here. He keeps banging the door while I was finding my phone. I remembered that my phone is in my bag in the living room. I always put it there every time I got home from school. My heart is beating fast that my breathing is not normal anymore. Now what am I going to do? Am I going to die too? I tried to open the window thinking that I can escape and find help. I got home 12 in the midnight because I was being rebellious for the first time and I didn't know that my parents can't scold me anymore for being so late. I look down from my room's window. My room is at the second floor so it was kind of high. I am really scared of being hurt. I can't even cook because I was scared that I might got cut or burned. Should I jump? ________________________________________________ New story hope you like it :D Please give it a try to read.
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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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