I hid in the closet and then the door opened. It was Oliver. In my house. In the middle of the night with not a word when I called his name. I opened the closet door and said
"Oliver!"
He stopped and looked at the door then lit a candle.
"Oh umm hi, I didn't know you were awake. Uh, so what-"
"What are you doing in my house?" I said cutting him off
"Umm I just was worried about you," He said looking side to side like he was waiting for me to continue.
I had a suspicion about him but his big beautiful blue eyes and his long blond hair told me not to say anything about it.
"Oh ok," I said
This was the first time I noticed how beautiful he was. But then I realized that I was staring right at him.
"Umm, are you okay?" He said his blue eyes shining in the light of the sun rising . I realized that I was still staring at him.
"What oh umm yeah I'm ok why do you ask?" I said totally oblivious to what was happening.
"Oh I just asked because you were staring" He said and awkwardly laughed at the end of his sentence so he didn't seem rude
"Oh my, I'm so sorry I didn't know I was just" I didn't know what to say next I was stunned by his presence because he was just standing there in all of his beauty. Wait what am I saying he broke into my house and lied to me.
I didn't know what to say next because he was just standing there. I didn't want him to leave.
"It's late I think you should stay the night," I said
"But I must get home before 5:00" He said, swaying side to side like he was about to pass out
"But it's 2:00. You have to. You look so tired." I said
So then he agreed and stayed the night. But I still couldn't sleep because I was still thinking about my aunt and what could happen or what could be happening to her right now while I'm nice and cozy in my bed under the blanket that she sewed for me when I was little. Then I remembered something. Something that could help me find her. I remembered what she used to tell me. Never trust the Kinsey family. They were bad people. But him. I thought that he was different from them. I thought that he was kind. But I was wrong because when I woke I was somewhere else. I wasn't at home. I was in a nice bed with fancy paintings on the walls and carefully made floral designs carved into the door frames and the bed frame. I was on a soft bed and not the concrete floor in my room. But then I realized that there was somebody in the bed next to me. I could feel their presents next to me but I was too scared to look but I did anyway.