Like I thought, someone had called the police. I watched through the window with my own private smirk. "What is happening?" Emma asked looking around anxiously. I rolled my eyes glancing at her. "Just relax." I said. Emma was now up at the door. "What if someone is hurt?" She said turning back to me, before grabbing the door handle. I quickly ran to her, putting my hand over hers stopping her from opening the door. "Stop, don't go out there." I said fast, but I didn't even notice how close we were now. I bit my lip, feeling a strange feeling. It's like I almost didn't want this girl to witness such horror. She stuttered looking up at me, her face flushing to an attractive pink color. I ripped my eyes off the sight of her, annoyed with myself that I was acting so soft. "Why?" Emma asked also looking away from my gaze. "It could be dangerous." I pointed out, praying she would listen. "So what, I want out of this room now." She said sharply and pulled the door open swiftly. I watched slightly nervous as Emma took in the body, her face paled, and let out a shriek. I groaned, and on instinct I wrapped my arms around her, stroking her head as she buried her face in my chest sobbing. Half of me was hating this, I hated letting myself give in to her, to show concern and caring. Yet another part of me, couldn't get enough. A rush of heat sparked down my spine as I held her, letting her cry. I let myself remember this feeling, how she felt, being warm. It was like no other feeling. But this angered me. I'm losing myself, and it's all her fault. 5 bumps 's?
Chris Elijah's age Mean, snobby, stuck up, and hangs out with the sluts. He can show you pics of his kids but can't tell you their names(not like me)as in I gots no kids. And the other stuff) Tall, dirty blond hair, well muscled, a smile I'm his eye. A mean one