Chapter 3 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He opens my car door for me, then takes my hand and helps me out. Hmm Gentleman. "Let me show you around." He grinned, an all-American-white-teeth smile. "Okay." He shuts the door, holding the bags in one hand, and holding my hand in his other hand. He lead me into the house. Setting the bags down on the marble counter, he opened it. "Here some.. Um.. Girl things." I could see his cheeks had a hint of pinkness to them. "Oh.. Thanks." I smile back at him, then opens it. It had a t-shirt, shorts, a sports bra, and panties. Ken looks away, not making eye contact. "I wanted you to be all clean, I doubt you like not being able to take a shower?" "Yea.. Thanks that was nice of you, Ken." He takes out a Advil bottle, and some cough syrup. "I'm Erin, if you didn't know already." I hold my hand out. "And you know my name." He shakes it, them goes behind me, and slowly unzips my jacket, and sliding it off. "There's a bathroom upstairs." He set the jacket down. He starts to walk up the stairs, I follow right behind him. He opens a door and walked into the huge bathroom. "Shower or bath?" He asked as he turned around. "Um.. Shower." I nibble on my lip, as his eyes twinkle in the light. "Okay then. There's the shower," he points over to the shower. "Feel free to use anything there. He walks out, leaving me to the massive bathroom. ********* My short hair is wrapped up in a towel drying. Ken had gotten me a brush, and I brushed the hell out of my tangled and knotted hair. My newly clean black hair, sat at the base of my neck, in a bob cut style. My eyes were a bright hazel, a bit to big for my face. My blood red lips, nice and full. And pale skin glistened with lotion, my skin nice and soft. I felt a lot lighter then normal. I walks down the stairs, to find Ken cooking something in the kitchen. He fried something in the pan, the smell of delicious sizzling pork chops filled the air. He put them on a plate, and put it on the table, along with some white rice, salad, and a few dressing for the salad. He opened the fridge and holding a wine bottle. Probably deciding if he should or shouldn't. That's when I walk in. "It smells good." He looks up at me. "Oh yea. Haha thanks. I don't really get the chance to cook for anyone else. So um.. How old are you?" He asked as he glanced down at the wine. "I'm 20." I glance down. "Almost 21." He hesitated a bit. Then got to wine glasses. "I'm 23." He said as he set the plates on the kitchen table, and then the glasses filled with red wine. ******** "So.. Erin why were you sleeping in the park, exactly?" I chew on my pork, looking down. "You don't have to..-" I cut him off before he could finish. "My mom got drunk again, and did what she normally did. Took her angry out on me. So I left." "Your 20, and you stayed at home?" "My dad.. Was sick... I stole my apartment and moved in to take care of him. And my mom wouldn't let me go anywhere. Especially when he passed away. She said it was my fault he died. And she started to become a drunk." He puts his hand over mine, slowly stroking my knuckles. "Erin.. I'm do sorry.." My lips curve a bit into a small smile. "It's okay. I got out of there." ******* After dinner Ken refused for me to help him clean up. I sat in the living room watching tv. I tried to stay asleep, but I couldn't seem to keep my eyes open any longer. And fell asleep on the couch. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Comment. ? Or your gonna get it.
Lol don't hurt me I'm commentingken sounds amazingly awesomeI suggest adding a twist because twists are like the best things that could ever happen in a story.
leave this forum now, that was very rude. If you didn't like it. Then you shouldn't of posted a rude, disrespectful comment.
I have the right to opinion. Don't make threads(stories) if you can't take an individuals opinion. It sucked. I was gonna go on and say more. BE HONORED!!!!!!
This is all cliff hangery . I like this . But I'm going to watch Ken turn into a pedo . Bump . Another great story