A Predator in Gentlemans Clothing
I fix my wild hair in the mirror, and smooth out my creased shirt. Summer with the dursleys were always filled with mistreatment and neglect, the only sense of comfort I got was from Him.
When I met him, i was seven years old, I took too long at the shop so aunt Petunia had taken the three bags of shopping I had carried from me and slammed the door in my face and locked it.I sat in the front garden for hours when He walked by, he was a handsome for his age fifty something year old man, with salt and pepper brown hair, smartly dressed with a kind smile.
"Hello" He had said..."Hailey, right?"
I replied with a nod, "Its awfully cold out tonight, for such a young girl, would you like to join me for a hot chocolate"
"hot chocolate, Im never allowed hot chocolate, only dudley. freaks aren't allowed hot chocolate"
my mind raced on what i should do, stay in the garden until aunt petunia let me back in, or take this kind man up on his offer of hot chocolate, even though i have never met him before, seems to be showing me more kindness in his eyes and smile than anyone else has before.
"ok" I reply, and leave the garden, he takes my hand in his and leads me down the street.
what a gentleman I think to myself as he offers me another kind smile and ushers me into his house.