Fear
Chapter Three
~Kirsten P.O.V~
Chanel and I finally made it back home and we were exhausted. We noticed smoke coming from the kitchen and I could only guess that was my father cooking.
Chanel, Johnny, and I all sat down at our table that was glass and see-through. The red glass cups and plates were designed with raindrops.
"How did they manage to design plates and glasses with raindrops," Chanel said mesmerized.
"What the fuck?" I asked rhetorically.
"Language," my father scolded bringing out his infamous Spaghetti.
"Mmm, spaghetti," I smiled sarcastically.
"Again," Johnny added.
Chanel choked on her soda. She set the glass on the table and held her hand up to excuse herself.
"I'm sorry, I just..." She burst into laughter again.
My father gave her a face and she did her best to control herself. But I knew her lungs were burning and her laughter itched her throat dying to be let out.
We ate our food mostly in silence. There was nothing more to talk about and since we had just moved, there was no one TO talk about. We heard a knock at the door and a doorbell ring. Johnny sprinted to the door urgently and unlocked it quickly.
We heard a woman's voice and while dad pondered who it was, I knew exactly who's voice that was. Sutton walked into the dining room with a happy smile on her face.
"Hi," she waved to my father.
Sutton wasn't British, but she was so smart that her college flew her out here on a scholarship.
"Hey," she said to me and Chanel in her soft voice.
Sutton's voice always reminded me of someone on films. The girls who said the love quotes and fantasized about meeting their princes. But in all honesty, Sutton's voice made me jealous. It was so beautiful, like a daisy, if that makes sense. Her personality was like she swallowed a rainbow and drank a glass of butterflies on the side.
Her hair was flawless and went past her shoulders like a waterfall flowing. Her natural blue eyes made you stare into them, until you realized how awkward you made her feel. That was how Johnny first said "hi" to her. He stared into her pupils until she blinked.
She sat down next to Johnny and I knew they were holding hands.
"So how's it been since we last saw you, Sutton?" My father questioned.
Johnny fetched her a plate. She put a minimum amount on her plate and answered while scooping the noodles.
"Umm good. Almost graduating in a few months so that's amazing."
"I just don't understand," I shook my head with my eyes closed in a confused condition.
"What?" She asked curiously biting her food. She looked as though she wanted to spit it in her napkin. We all knew dad couldn't cook, but ate his food to make him feel better. We had grown so used to it, it barely bothered us anymore.
"What do you see in Johnny? It blows me away that you feel like he's...what's the word? Attractive,"I sipped my drink.
Johnny kicked me under the table. I forced myself to not squeal. I gave him an angry look that he gave me right back.
"Well honestly, I think Johnny's beautiful. One day you'll find a boy who will steal your heart, and you will think about him everyday."
"Think she found him today," Chanel murmured.
My dads eyes shot up at me. "What boy?!" He asked suddenly.
"This boy we met today. It's no big deal," I shrugged.
"It is a big deal!" Johnny and my father spoke.
"He's nice, and I barely know him. You guys act like we're dating or something."
"He doesn't want to date you! He wants one thing from you and even YOU know what that is," Johnny told me.
I squinted my eyes at him. I wasn't angry, I was pissed. It also made me sad to think that that's what my brother thought.
"Thank you for the words of advisement, Johnny," I sneered to him.
" I think I'm done. Would you like me to take you plate, daddy," I rhetorically asked quickly.
"Yes, thank you, darling," he smiled at me.
He obviously doesn't know I was kidding.
"Good thing I was joking, right?" I faked a smile. I threw my napkin on my plate and pushed the table from me. I stood up without pushing my chair back in and left up the stairs.
As I sat down, I picked up my phone on the side of the bed. I noticed I had a missed call and didn't make any fuss of it. I stripped my clothes into panties and a bra and looked out my window. I noticed it was open but I saw no one outside, so I wasn't bothered.
As I was about to pull the covers over my body I heard my iPhone ring. I looked for the white object and saw it was the same unknown number from before.
"Hello, Kirsten the elf. What's your favorite color?" I asked.
I watched the movie 'Elf' and I remembered how he answered the phone, so sometimes I would answer my phone just like that.
"Weird...but hi," I heard a husky voice.
"Who is this?" I laid on my stomach.
"Uh, Harold."
"I only know a Harry. Don't tell me you lied about your name," I joked.
"Yeah, I'm on the run from the cops. Don't tell," he said sarcastically.
I laughed at him. "Well what did you need?" I asked.
"I called earlier to make sure this wasn't a bogus number. I heard your voicemail so I knew it couldn't be. And who doesn't want to call a beautiful girl at night, when she's all alone, vulnerable, in her sexy lingerie," he growled.
"You say that like we're gonna have phone sex," I teased.
"No, baby. I prefer the real thing," he purred.
"And what if I told you no. And that I don't have sex with guys I meet on my first day of a new town," I twirled my hair.
"The thing is... I've never known a girl to say no to Harry Styles."
Hmmm... Styles. That's a nice last name.
"So why don't you take off a few layers and tell me your address?" He told me seductively.
"I'm gonna have to say no to that offer, Harry Styles. Bye," I hung up.
I turned on my TV and decided on a kiddy cartoon show. "The Rugrats."
"That boy is something. But he sure is cute."
Chanel and I finally made it back home and we were exhausted. We noticed smoke coming from the kitchen and I could only guess that was my father cooking.
Chanel, Johnny, and I all sat down at our table that was glass and see-through. The red glass cups and plates were designed with raindrops.
"How did they manage to design plates and glasses with raindrops," Chanel said mesmerized.
"What the fuck?" I asked rhetorically.
"Language," my father scolded bringing out his infamous Spaghetti.
"Mmm, spaghetti," I smiled sarcastically.
"Again," Johnny added.
Chanel choked on her soda. She set the glass on the table and held her hand up to excuse herself.
"I'm sorry, I just..." She burst into laughter again.
My father gave her a face and she did her best to control herself. But I knew her lungs were burning and her laughter itched her throat dying to be let out.
We ate our food mostly in silence. There was nothing more to talk about and since we had just moved, there was no one TO talk about. We heard a knock at the door and a doorbell ring. Johnny sprinted to the door urgently and unlocked it quickly.
We heard a woman's voice and while dad pondered who it was, I knew exactly who's voice that was. Sutton walked into the dining room with a happy smile on her face.
"Hi," she waved to my father.
Sutton wasn't British, but she was so smart that her college flew her out here on a scholarship.
"Hey," she said to me and Chanel in her soft voice.
Sutton's voice always reminded me of someone on films. The girls who said the love quotes and fantasized about meeting their princes. But in all honesty, Sutton's voice made me jealous. It was so beautiful, like a daisy, if that makes sense. Her personality was like she swallowed a rainbow and drank a glass of butterflies on the side.
Her hair was flawless and went past her shoulders like a waterfall flowing. Her natural blue eyes made you stare into them, until you realized how awkward you made her feel. That was how Johnny first said "hi" to her. He stared into her pupils until she blinked.
She sat down next to Johnny and I knew they were holding hands.
"So how's it been since we last saw you, Sutton?" My father questioned.
Johnny fetched her a plate. She put a minimum amount on her plate and answered while scooping the noodles.
"Umm good. Almost graduating in a few months so that's amazing."
"I just don't understand," I shook my head with my eyes closed in a confused condition.
"What?" She asked curiously biting her food. She looked as though she wanted to spit it in her napkin. We all knew dad couldn't cook, but ate his food to make him feel better. We had grown so used to it, it barely bothered us anymore.
"What do you see in Johnny? It blows me away that you feel like he's...what's the word? Attractive,"I sipped my drink.
Johnny kicked me under the table. I forced myself to not squeal. I gave him an angry look that he gave me right back.
"Well honestly, I think Johnny's beautiful. One day you'll find a boy who will steal your heart, and you will think about him everyday."
"Think she found him today," Chanel murmured.
My dads eyes shot up at me. "What boy?!" He asked suddenly.
"This boy we met today. It's no big deal," I shrugged.
"It is a big deal!" Johnny and my father spoke.
"He's nice, and I barely know him. You guys act like we're dating or something."
"He doesn't want to date you! He wants one thing from you and even YOU know what that is," Johnny told me.
I squinted my eyes at him. I wasn't angry, I was pissed. It also made me sad to think that that's what my brother thought.
"Thank you for the words of advisement, Johnny," I sneered to him.
" I think I'm done. Would you like me to take you plate, daddy," I rhetorically asked quickly.
"Yes, thank you, darling," he smiled at me.
He obviously doesn't know I was kidding.
"Good thing I was joking, right?" I faked a smile. I threw my napkin on my plate and pushed the table from me. I stood up without pushing my chair back in and left up the stairs.
As I sat down, I picked up my phone on the side of the bed. I noticed I had a missed call and didn't make any fuss of it. I stripped my clothes into panties and a bra and looked out my window. I noticed it was open but I saw no one outside, so I wasn't bothered.
As I was about to pull the covers over my body I heard my iPhone ring. I looked for the white object and saw it was the same unknown number from before.
"Hello, Kirsten the elf. What's your favorite color?" I asked.
I watched the movie 'Elf' and I remembered how he answered the phone, so sometimes I would answer my phone just like that.
"Weird...but hi," I heard a husky voice.
"Who is this?" I laid on my stomach.
"Uh, Harold."
"I only know a Harry. Don't tell me you lied about your name," I joked.
"Yeah, I'm on the run from the cops. Don't tell," he said sarcastically.
I laughed at him. "Well what did you need?" I asked.
"I called earlier to make sure this wasn't a bogus number. I heard your voicemail so I knew it couldn't be. And who doesn't want to call a beautiful girl at night, when she's all alone, vulnerable, in her sexy lingerie," he growled.
"You say that like we're gonna have phone sex," I teased.
"No, baby. I prefer the real thing," he purred.
"And what if I told you no. And that I don't have sex with guys I meet on my first day of a new town," I twirled my hair.
"The thing is... I've never known a girl to say no to Harry Styles."
Hmmm... Styles. That's a nice last name.
"So why don't you take off a few layers and tell me your address?" He told me seductively.
"I'm gonna have to say no to that offer, Harry Styles. Bye," I hung up.
I turned on my TV and decided on a kiddy cartoon show. "The Rugrats."
"That boy is something. But he sure is cute."
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12/29/13