Chapter 2
There was a house at the end of the road and she was starving and really tired so she decided to head for it even if she knew that she would probably wake up the owner. She took a chance but what was waiting for her at this house was never what she had expected…
"Who's there?"
'I think Shooter is trying to creep you out Morty'
A cold breeze went and hit his face and at the same moment, a young woman appeared next to his car in the drive way with her arms crossed on her chest. She was shivering.
"Who are you?"
She looked so young that Mort first thought she was 16 years old.
"Are you all right?"
He went down the stairs and picked up a blanket on the couch outside. She couldn't speak as she was on the edge of crying. She simply let the stranger wrap the blanket around her shoulders and lead her to his house.
He sat her down on the couch where he slept only 10 minutes ago. He stood in front of her looking at the long brown haired girl with curiosity and care. His dark brown eyes stopped at her cut and bruises. He then, like a responsible adult, went to the medical supply for the cut. He came back to find the girl still shivering and half asleep.
"Do you mind if I..?"
He showed her the medical stuff and he pointed to his own cheek. She shook her head to indicate that it was all right so Mort passed the tissue with the alcohol on her cheek. He gave her a warm smile and asked for her name.
"Melody" She said in a whisper.
"Melody, you know the telephone number of your house so your parents can pick you up?"
She gave him a look of terror and started sobbing.
"Okay so what about you stay here for the night or do you have some friends you can stay with?"
She shook her head once again.
"Is that for the friend or here?"
He smiled and she giggled a little.
"Here" She said.
"Okay, you can sleep on the couch and we'll see what we can do tomorrow morning"
Melody was grateful; this man is so nice she thought. He brought her extra blankets, a bigger pillow and left a lamp open so she can find the bathroom.
'What are you doing Mort?'
"Just what any responsible adults would do"
'You really think you didn't look at her curves at all? And how you liked to touch her cheek…'
"You're sick, you know that?"
He locked all the doors and went to bed still arguing with himself about the young woman.