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Sometimes, deep wounds take time to heal... Just have patience.

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-Chapter 5 part 2--Bossy and playful-

Every time Dexter kills someone, this guy next to me starts laughing hysterically.

I just wonder if he has a few loose screws inside his head.

I'm telling you, these people are freaking weirdos. There's something off about them. Maybe not him. But the other two, definitely.

We spent five whole hours watching this TV series. I momentarily gazed at the window and it was dark outside.

Where did Moody go? He has disappeared for five hours. Even their mother was gone too.

Leo got completely tired of seeing the TV show. How do I know that?

Well, he stopped cracking up at Dexter for killing other people. Instead, he started complaining about why Dexter didn't kill the poor victims in a "."

His dark eyes settled on me, and he proceeded to ask me if I wanted to go up to my bedroom.

I quickly nodded my head, like a complete fool. Moody and the weird lady weren't here to help me out.

And the only person inside this enormous house right now is Mr. Snitch. Right now, he's the only one I can depend on.

A small smile appeared on his face as his dark brown eyes held a hint of amusement lingering in them.

The first thing he does is turn off the television.

Then he gets up from the couch and makes his way to me.

He leans towards me, picking me up bridal style without trouble. He starts carrying me up the stairs, carefully so as not to drop me.

Just in case he does drop me. I grabbed onto his shirt tightly, nervous that he was going to do the same thing that his twin brother did in the parking lot and right outside.

"Hey there, loosen up on the shirt, will you? I'm not going to drop you, "he said half-jokingly. But I didn't loosen up at all. They may be different in some ways, but they're still twins.

And twins are always freaking evil. I don't know if he's thinking like his brother. For all I know, they could both have the same diabolical mind.

When we finally got to my bedroom door, he told me to open it because his hands were already full with me.

I gently twisted the door handle and pushed the door slightly open. Leo kicks the door harshly, so it can fully open up wide.

He walks into the bedroom, but before he puts me down on the bed, he asks me if I wanted to use the bathroom that was in the bedroom or lie down on the bed.

"Wait a minute, there's a bathroom inside this bedroom." I peeked up at him with curiosity. I never had a bathroom inside my own bedroom before. When I lived at my mother's house, my mother's house looked rundown and unkempt. She only had one small bathroom on the first floor.

"Yep, the bathroom is also connected to another bedroom on the other side." He looks down at me, holding my gaze as he says those words.

He waited for the question that he already knew that I was going to ask him.

"And whose room is connected to this one?" He went completely quiet for a minute, making me nervous, whose bedroom was connected to mine.

Please don't let it be who I think it is... Please, "Kevin's bedroom is connected to this one." My heart sank to my stomach when those words came out of his mouth.

Why did that bastard have to be the one? Damnit, he even ruins my mood when he's not even here.

"So do you want me to leave you on the mattress or in the bathroom? " Leo asked me in such a polite way, ignoring the frown that had appeared on my face.

"The bathroom... But, can I first get some new clothes to change into, too? "

"Sure thing." He sat me down gently on the mattress and started searching inside the small closet that was on the right side of the bedroom.

The bedroom was not too big or too small; it was in-between. The color of the wall was a pastel bluish-pink, while the floor was a murky shade of gray. I wonder if my dad designed this bedroom for me.

He finished picking out the clothes, and he neatly placed the clothes on the mattress. Then he picks me up again and takes me to the bathroom, where he sits me on the toilet seat.

He asked me if I needed any help with taking off my clothes.

I kindly say a quick "" and he just nods. He walks out of the bathroom for a moment and then comes back inside with the clothes he picked out for me a while ago.

He places it on the bathroom's top sink. And then he turns around to let me know that he is going to be outside, just waiting for me to finish. So, he could carry me back to my bed.

I told him that it wasn't necessary. But, he told me that my father had ordered him to take good care of me, including carrying me around if he had to.

He leaves the bathroom and locks the door behind him when he steps out. I begin to take my "sweet ass time" getting off these damn clothes and getting myself into the shower.

Getting to the shower was a pain in the ass. Every muscle in my body was hurting as if I had gotten hit by a car.

I wanted to stop moving altogether. But, I just really needed a good shower. Especially if I haven't taken one in a whole week.

I wanted to feel clean and fresh.

I feel like it took me two hours or more to finish my shower. I did everything a girl would do in the morning.

Like washing my hair with shampoo and then conditioner to detangle my hair. Then shave and do all the other good stuff girls like to do in the shower.

It is certainly surprising that they have stuff for me in the bathroom already.

I know it was mine because everything was pink: the toothbrush, the shampoo, the conditioner, even the shaver was pink.

It seems like my father never changes at all in buying me everything pink. If only he knew that my favorite color is actually blue. He would quit buying me everything pink.

When I was finished with everything, I slowly waddled like a turtle to the sink countertop. Trying to minimize the pain that is shooting up in all directions.

I carefully put on the big dark baggy shirt and the long basketball shorts that he picked out for me.

I also take time to brush my teeth three times.

When I was finally finished with everything, I slowly opened the bathroom door.

The first thing I see is Leo sleeping on the small sofa in the right corner of the bedroom.

He looked so soundly asleep that I just didn't want to disturb him in any way.

He must have been so tired of waiting for me there for such a long time. If I was able to take a nice shower with all this pain that is killing me. Then, I can definitely walk on my own two feet back to my own bed. Even if it takes me a while or a decade to get there.

I took a few steps forward, as slowly as humanly possible. And then I turned myself around to close the bathroom door so it could stop the hot steam from coming out of the bathroom.

When I closed the door slowly, it generated this high-pitched creaking sound. I looked back to see if he had woken up because of that stupid high pitched sound.

My heart began to pound loudly inside my chest-scared of waking up the poor guy. Unfortunately, he wakes up and sits up on the small white sofa, as he mumbles, "How long was I asleep for?"

He quickly gets up from the small white sofa and makes his way to me.

"Didn't, I tell you to call me when you're finished with your shower. What if you have gotten hurt or something? "he stresses out to me.

I threw him a guilty smile when he got close to me. He didn't even give me time to deny his help.

Instead, he just quickly picks me up and takes me to the bed.

When he gets there, he gently lays me on the bed so as not to cause me any more pain. Such a contrast to his evil brother.

He puts me on the left side of the bed, and takes my soft white covers and gently covers me from the cold. It was kind of freaking me out that he was acting so nicely towards me.

I have never had anyone do this to me. Not even my own father or mother.

When people act so nicely towards me, they always want something in return. I honestly hope he is not one of those people.

"Now, try to get some sleep. It's a big day tomorrow."He softly smiles at me. I nervously look away, and he chuckles.

What does he mean by "it's a big day tomorrow?"

I hesitantly close my eyes. A few seconds pass by, and finally, all my tense muscles loosen up.

This guy is so weird. Why is he acting like a caring parent?

The bed gently dips on my right side. My eyes fling open and they settle on the person next to me. Who was now laying down on his back, facing up at the white ceiling.

"What are you doing, Leo?" My heart began to pound harshly against my chest as my whole body tensed up in fright.

He turns his head towards me and smiles, "Sleeping." What else will I be doing here? " You can hear the confusion in his tone, as if he was asking me... Why did I just ask him such a stupid question?

"Well, I thought you were going back to your bedroom, Leo." I looked at him suspiciously. Don't tell me he wants something in return.

"I can't go to my bedroom. My mother ordered me to stay with you at all times. Basically, I have to keep an eye on you. Until one of them gets back home. "

"But... you don't have to stay here with me. " I tried to reason with this guy. All he did was stare at me as he carefully thought out the next few words he was about to say to me.

"It's an order from my mother, little girl. So just... drop it. "

"But..."

"No buts. If my mother does order me to do otherwise, then I'll leave. But, she told me to stay with you.

Until she gets back from wherever, she magically disappeared too. And let's keep it real here: that couch is uncomfortable as hell to sleep on. So please bear with me for a while. " He gave me a boyish smile. His eyes held determination to follow his mother's order.

"Fine, but no touching." I glared at him.

And you know, what he did? He just chuckles in amusement and lets out, "Don't worry, I won't touch you. Now go to sleep. "

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