89He was sadistic and I was a masochist. He climbed through my window and I threatened him with pepper spray. He used me and I let myself fall in love with him.
A/N: I really want to thank everyone that reviewed- Candycorn Flavored Skittles, stop-drop-and write, and harpoonedxwhale. I really appreciated all of it and I'm glad that everyone enjoyed the first chapter. Hope everyone enjoys this chapter also.
ALSO! I'll be heading to France in two days, so I don't know when I'll have internet next. It will be soon, hopefully! I'll update right when I get internets. (:
CHAPTER TWO:
"Danielle?" a sleepy voice answered my phone call. I was huddled on my couch, all of the lights in the house turned on. So I was scared of the dark, I didn't care. Seventeen year old girls are allowed to be afraid of the dark.
"David, I'm scared," I almost cried into the phone. I could hear my brother wake up- he'd fallen onto the floor, probably tangled in his sheets.
"What happened, Dani? Where are you? Did someone hurt you? I swear to God, I'll be on the next flight home-"
"No, David, don't worry. I just, someone came in the house-"
"Did he take anything? Break anything? Did he rape you?!"
"No! DAVID, listen to me. He was just drunk, and he mistook the house for someone else's. Or I guess he didn't, because he said that it was his dead friend's house. And then he just left, and I'm home alone. And I'm scared. How can someone just say something like that and leave?"
"You're the worst little sister on the face of the planet," David sighed into the phone. I pouted, knowing that after spilling the truth I sounded a little ridiculous. "Are you sure this guy didn't touch you at all?"
"He barely even looked at me, David," I said, running my hand through my hair. The TV was on, but I'd put it on mute. I needed some sort of distraction for my eyes. "I'm just freaked out."
"Because someone came into the house. Don't you lock the doors, Dani?"
"David! I lock the doors, and all of the windows! But it was hot, and the house doesn't have central air conditioning. So, I left my window open and had my fan on. But I didn't know some GUY would just climb over the porch and into my ROOM. Fuck, David-"
"Holy shit, you just cursed," David said, a little shocked. I rolled my eyes. Being the baby of the family, and quite literally. I was the youngest of all of cousins. And of course my siblings, because I only had David. "This day should go down in history. Shit, I'm going to have to fucking call Mack and Sandy about this. They're gonna flip a –"
"David, I'm not in the mood," I sighed. "Just, I don't know."
"Look, Danielle. As much as I love you, and worry about you, I promise you no dead friends are going to be haunting you. I also promise that no one will be climbing into your room tonight. If it makes you feel any better, sleep on the couch with all of the lights on. I have to get to bed, I have work in… HOLY SHIT, Danielle, you are so dead the next time I visit home. It's fucking three o'clock in the morning. I have to wake up in four hours. I swear to God, if mom and dad didn't love you so much I'd-"
I'd hung up on him. I loved David, I really did, but I wouldn't admit that we got along tremendously. We honestly don't get along too well. The distance between us- the three states- was good, because if we spent more than two days in each other's presence one of us would turn up dead. Or severely injured, but probably dead. David lived in Chicago, having graduated college and deciding that he enjoyed living in the Windy City rather than on the East Coast. If I had to be quite honest, I would never understand. I couldn't live without having access to the shore. God, David was weird.
I sighed, looking at the muted television. There was an old episode of FRIENDS on, so I settled myself on the couch. I pulled the afghan my mom left on it and snuggled up. I fell asleep with the television on mute and all of the lights in the house on. Okay, all the lights in the living room on, but it was the same thing.
I woke up when the sun was just raising. My inner alarm clock woke me up, at the exact same time my cell phone's alarm clock. Okay, no. My inner alarm clock woke me up a few seconds before, like my body could feel my phone about to ring. Weird, but that's the way I work. The loud and annoying chiming of my phone rang, and I lazily pushed a few buttons, hoping it would stop the noise.
Stretching like a cat, I groaned. The lamp above my head was on, as was the one near my feet. I sighed and sat up to turn them off. Picking up the afghan, which I'd thrown onto the floor while I slept, I made my way to the kitchen. I made some coffee before going upstairs to change. Everything felt kind of robotic, but still different.
I missed the house in New Jeresy, but my mom had to move if she wanted to keep her civil services job. My mother was a social working, mainly focusing on truancy students. They ended up being my friends when my mother was finished with them. I hadn't decided if that was normal or not yet. My dad was an attorney at a small local office, working pro bono every so often. We were your average middle class family, minus the enormous televisions my father found necessary to have. He'd spend thousands on a television and surround sound system, but wouldn't even think about trading his old Honda for something that didn't rattle. My mother was a shopaholic, but isn't every woman? I'm almost certain it's a genetic disorder in the family. David couldn't go into a single store without purchasing something, nor could I.
After the move, we quickly adjusted to life in Pennsylvania. That's such a nasty name for a state. It was hard to roll on my tongue, like a bad taste that wouldn't go away. It was kind of cool though, moving and all. I was excited for the first day of school (don't call me weird). I wanted new friends, and to break the 500 mark on the amount of friends I had on . I swear to God, I'm not some internet whore. I just like knowing that I know a lot of people, and I swear I know every single one of my friends on Facebook personally.
I changed into a sports bra and track shorts, quickly. It was blazing hot outside, being that it was the middle of the summer. It was still a little ridiculous to me though- I wasn't really used to it yet. My family and I had lived near the shore, so the days were usually cooler, unless it was ridiculously hot. And it just seemed like every day in PA was hot. Ha! That rhymed, a little. I'm so clever.
After making myself some coffee, and making a bowl of cereal, I set about breakfast. I sat on the counter, swinging my legs, munching on the sort of stale cereal. We always left the box open, but I sort of liked stale cereal so I didn't mind too much. I finished my cereal, but not my coffee. I never did, so I simply left it on the counter to clean until I got back. When I checked, my phone was on its last bar of battery, so I simply left it on the floor, where I'd dropped it when I woke up.
The sun was in the sky, but it wasn't exactly high up yet. I looked at the clock, it was six thirty in the morning. Perfect.
I grabbed my mp3 player and my sneakers before starting my stretches. I did them inside of the house, because I was still a little unsure about anyone breaking into the house. I had locked all the windows, including my own. I knew I was going to regret it when I came inside and the house was blazing, but I didn't care. I'd rather be safe than cool. I started my jog, which I'd been doing since I was in middle school. The neighborhood was different from the one I was used to. In my old neighborhood, no one usually awake yet. In this new one, I saw a few moms jogging/power walking together, and a few kids my age running in a large group. I assumed they were part of the high school's cross country team. I contemplated joining, but what was the point? I had already missed a quarter of their practices, and I was probably no better than their underclassmen.
I jogged in the street, since there were no cars going about. That was weird too, but I didn't really mind. I liked living in the suburbs compared to my old neighborhood. It was stuck between being part of the city and part of the outer suburbs. Weird.
"Hey!" Someone shouted at me. Wonderful- I tripped over my feet but was able to ungracefully save myself. I turned, glowering at the person that had shouted at me. I had probably run only two miles, and I was a little upset someone had stopped me. I was on a roll, and I couldn't even feel a burn. Standing outside of a fairly large, completely white, house was the guy from last night. I immediately panicked. He was going to kill me in board daylight. Perfect- and all I was wearing were a sports bra and short shorts. What if he was one of those creeps that would kill me THEN have fun with my body afterwards? Wonderful.
"You're that girl, from last night," Lee said, walking towards me. I gave him a dirty look. "The one that moved into the Moore's house, right?"
"Yeah."
"I seriously am so sorry about what happened. I know I was really wasted, because this hang over is killer and I just about threw up – You don't want to know about that."
"I don't, but I guess it's nice to know," I said. Lee was dressed in loose jeans, and a plain white t-shirt. With a small hole at the collar. His hair was wet, but drying quickly in the morning heat. "Look, is this going to take long? I was on a really nice run, and I'd really like to continue."
"Why didn't you call the cops on me?" he asked, ignoring me completely.
"Because you were drunk, and I know how much it sucks to get caught by the cops when you're drunk," I said simply. And I did. It's the only reason why I couldn't have my license until I was officially and legally eighteen.
"Thanks, I guess."
"Yeah, thanks for scaring the living crap out of me, too," I replied a little awkwardly. Lee simply grinned at me, a lopsided grin that I found oh so endearing. I swooned a little seeing it. What girl wouldn't though? I instantly wondered what his reputation was. I shouldn't base my opinion of him off of his reputation, right? Should I just pretend I never met him?
"What's your name?" He asked, sitting on the grass in front of me. I wiped my hand on my forehead, removing the sweat that had built up there. Attractive, I'm sure. Not that I wanted to attract a sexy possibly-psycho rapist/murder/house intruder.
"Danielle Hilson."
"It's a pleasure to have stumbled into your bedroom drunk, and to see you with barely any clothes on this lovely morning," He said, reaching a hand out to me. I stared at it, and him.
"Are you always an ass?" I asked, denying him of a handshake. Lee rolled his eyes, which were the same color as the sky above us.
"Do you always have mace with you when you sleep?"
"I might have to now that you know where I live," I said. Lee simply smirked, and it made me smile a little. What I flirting with him? I didn't think so, but it could come off that way. I wouldn't mind if he thought so. At least, so long as he didn't climb through my window and kill me.
"I'll make sure to stop climbing the porch then. Should I use the front door?"
"Only to leave," I said, before putting my headphones back into my ears. I waved a small bye before running off to continue my run.
"I'll see you around, Danielle Hilson!"