Dashing out of the house, I realised I didn't bring my car because Sofia insisted she bring her Car. Going back to the place is impossible and I would rather have a blister by walking instead of going back into that hellhole.
The sky grumbles and soon the Rain starts dripping, I let out a screech and run towards the big gates in my view. My days just keep on getting better and better. I watch the rain dripping down the concrete making my feet wet. Goosebumps started to appear in my arms, I regret wearing sleeveless tops.
I don't have any idea about whose house I am standing in, for all I care it can be a serial killer. Although I wanted to die, not in the hands of a Psycho serial killer.
"What are you doing here?" I feel a presence behind me, his voice sounded deep and husky. I was scared to turn towards him fearing for the worst.
"Sorry, it was raining so I've got nowhere to go," I said without turning towards him.
