Watch You Crawl
Chapter 16
It had been about 30 minutes and he hadn’t come back yet so I pulled off the t shirt and put on my dress and went downstairs.
I found him in the den in front of the fireplace sipping on something from a glass.
“Hey.”
His eyes didn’t move from the fire. I walked over in front of him but his eyes still didn’t move.
“Can I go home? I have to work in the morning.”
“When if gets dark.” He said, dryly.
I nodded and sat down in one of the over sized chairs in front of the fireplace.
“How old is this house?”
He took another sip of his but never took his eyes off the fire.
“It was built in the 1800s.”
“Wow.”
“When did you buy it?”
“I didn’t. I inherited it.”
"Oh."
Somehow I always forget his was 110.
“The back of the house was rebuilt when I was a small child. A fire broke out and destroyed most of it.”
“How did that happen?”
“I don’t really want to talk about it.”
I silenced. Maybe something happened to his family?
He stood up taking the last sip of his drink and setting it on the coffee table.
“It will dark in a couple hours.”
I nodded.
“Thanks.” I smiled and he walked off into the kitchen.
I sat there in front of the fireplace. It was cool today so the heat felt nice on my bare legs.
“Come on, let’s go.”
I followed him to his car and we were off.
The surroundings flew by. He was driving a little too fast for my taste but I didn’t say anything.
We rolled to a stop in front of my building and he shut off the engine.
“Well, thanks. I guess I’ll see you later?” I smirked, knowing I’d probably get a visit later.
He turned to look at me and gently smiled.
“Yeah.”
“Ok, well…bye.” I waved, opening my door and stepping out.
I started to walk up to the stair when I heard,
“Wait!”
I turned around to see him getting out of the car.
“Yeah?”
He looked down and shoved his hands in his pockets.
“I wanted to make sure you got to your door ok.”
A smirk played on my lips.
“Ok.”
He followed me to my door and I unlocked it.
“Um..” he started.
“Yeah?”
“Could I come in?”
I looked down, shyly.
“Sure.”
I switched on the light and he shut the door behind me.
“Could you lock it?”
“Afraid of the big bad wolf getting it?”
“No, psychos.” I laughed, getting myself a drink of water.
“Do you want anything to drink?”
“Yeah…” he smirked, standing right up on me.
I almost choked on my water.
“Dammit! Stop doing that!”
“Sorry.” He chuckled.
He backed away and he wandering around my living room. Standing against the doorway of the kitchen I watched him study the pictures I had on the wall and around on the side tables.
“That’s my mom and brother.” I pointed out.
“And that’s my dad and step mom with my half sister.”
He stopped and picked an old frame on the table.
“Who’s this?”
“Oh, that’s my mom and my grandfather.” I explained, walking over to him.
“I don’t really remember him much. He, uh, actually went missing when I was about 6, I think.”
He starred intensely at the old photo.
“I’m sorry.” He said quietly, placing the photo back on the table.
“Eh, it’s ok. Didn’t really know him. From what I’ve heard, I don’t think I really would have wanted to.”
He looked at me.
“Apparently he really wasn’t a very nice man. Beat my grandma.”
He continued to wander around and I followed him. It made me nervous because I didn’t know what he would find.
We stopped at my bedroom and he sat down on the bed, laying back.
“What are you doing?”
“What does it look like?”
“Well…do you want to stay? You can sleep here if you want.”
He nodded.
“Well I’m going to get ready for bed.” I announced, heading to the bathroom.
I brushed my teeth and slipped on my pajamas and shut the light off behind me.
As I walked into my room, I noticed his shoes and shirt were laying on the floor and his jacket over the seat at the end of my bed. He was under the covers on my side.
“Hey, that’s my side.” I teased.
“Get over it.”
“Whatever.” I giggled.
I switched off the lamp beside me and crawled over the covers facing him.
He opened his eyes.
“What? Why do you always stare at me?”
He shrugged.
I yawned and shut my eyes. I lay there for a while but I couldn’t go to sleep. Probably because I knew he was still starring at me.
“Stop it.” I said keeping my eyes closed.
“No.”
“Please? I can’t sleep with you starring at me.”
“No.”
I opened my eyes, meeting with his.
“Please?” I asked again.
“Why?”
“Because it’s creepy, that’s why.” I yawned.
“Maybe I’m a creep.”
I laughed.
“Yeah, tell me something I don’t know.”
We lay there silent until I finally fell asleep.
I found him in the den in front of the fireplace sipping on something from a glass.
“Hey.”
His eyes didn’t move from the fire. I walked over in front of him but his eyes still didn’t move.
“Can I go home? I have to work in the morning.”
“When if gets dark.” He said, dryly.
I nodded and sat down in one of the over sized chairs in front of the fireplace.
“How old is this house?”
He took another sip of his but never took his eyes off the fire.
“It was built in the 1800s.”
“Wow.”
“When did you buy it?”
“I didn’t. I inherited it.”
"Oh."
Somehow I always forget his was 110.
“The back of the house was rebuilt when I was a small child. A fire broke out and destroyed most of it.”
“How did that happen?”
“I don’t really want to talk about it.”
I silenced. Maybe something happened to his family?
He stood up taking the last sip of his drink and setting it on the coffee table.
“It will dark in a couple hours.”
I nodded.
“Thanks.” I smiled and he walked off into the kitchen.
I sat there in front of the fireplace. It was cool today so the heat felt nice on my bare legs.
“Come on, let’s go.”
I followed him to his car and we were off.
The surroundings flew by. He was driving a little too fast for my taste but I didn’t say anything.
We rolled to a stop in front of my building and he shut off the engine.
“Well, thanks. I guess I’ll see you later?” I smirked, knowing I’d probably get a visit later.
He turned to look at me and gently smiled.
“Yeah.”
“Ok, well…bye.” I waved, opening my door and stepping out.
I started to walk up to the stair when I heard,
“Wait!”
I turned around to see him getting out of the car.
“Yeah?”
He looked down and shoved his hands in his pockets.
“I wanted to make sure you got to your door ok.”
A smirk played on my lips.
“Ok.”
He followed me to my door and I unlocked it.
“Um..” he started.
“Yeah?”
“Could I come in?”
I looked down, shyly.
“Sure.”
I switched on the light and he shut the door behind me.
“Could you lock it?”
“Afraid of the big bad wolf getting it?”
“No, psychos.” I laughed, getting myself a drink of water.
“Do you want anything to drink?”
“Yeah…” he smirked, standing right up on me.
I almost choked on my water.
“Dammit! Stop doing that!”
“Sorry.” He chuckled.
He backed away and he wandering around my living room. Standing against the doorway of the kitchen I watched him study the pictures I had on the wall and around on the side tables.
“That’s my mom and brother.” I pointed out.
“And that’s my dad and step mom with my half sister.”
He stopped and picked an old frame on the table.
“Who’s this?”
“Oh, that’s my mom and my grandfather.” I explained, walking over to him.
“I don’t really remember him much. He, uh, actually went missing when I was about 6, I think.”
He starred intensely at the old photo.
“I’m sorry.” He said quietly, placing the photo back on the table.
“Eh, it’s ok. Didn’t really know him. From what I’ve heard, I don’t think I really would have wanted to.”
He looked at me.
“Apparently he really wasn’t a very nice man. Beat my grandma.”
He continued to wander around and I followed him. It made me nervous because I didn’t know what he would find.
We stopped at my bedroom and he sat down on the bed, laying back.
“What are you doing?”
“What does it look like?”
“Well…do you want to stay? You can sleep here if you want.”
He nodded.
“Well I’m going to get ready for bed.” I announced, heading to the bathroom.
I brushed my teeth and slipped on my pajamas and shut the light off behind me.
As I walked into my room, I noticed his shoes and shirt were laying on the floor and his jacket over the seat at the end of my bed. He was under the covers on my side.
“Hey, that’s my side.” I teased.
“Get over it.”
“Whatever.” I giggled.
I switched off the lamp beside me and crawled over the covers facing him.
He opened his eyes.
“What? Why do you always stare at me?”
He shrugged.
I yawned and shut my eyes. I lay there for a while but I couldn’t go to sleep. Probably because I knew he was still starring at me.
“Stop it.” I said keeping my eyes closed.
“No.”
“Please? I can’t sleep with you starring at me.”
“No.”
I opened my eyes, meeting with his.
“Please?” I asked again.
“Why?”
“Because it’s creepy, that’s why.” I yawned.
“Maybe I’m a creep.”
I laughed.
“Yeah, tell me something I don’t know.”
We lay there silent until I finally fell asleep.
Nice one:)
Can't wait to read the sequel!
9/21/15