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-KayliLynzee118

Chapter 7

I woke up to the sun hitting my eyes. I squinted as my eyes adjusted. I sat up and looked around. This is not my bedroom.

I looked around the room. I was laying on a really comfy king sized bed. There was shirts and shorts all over the floor. A dresser in the corner had two drawers open. I flipped my legs over the edge of the bed and waited for my head to stop spinning. Where am I?

I got up and opened the door. I looked down the hallway. I quietly and slowly walked to the left. I came into a living room. There was an old tv and a big couch. The back of the couch was facing away from me. I walked up to it and found Paul laying on it.

I bit my lip to keep from gasping when I saw a big knife laying on his chest. I felt a purely terrified feeling wash over me. I walked slowly up to him. I noticed that he looked his age when he slept. I slowly reached over him and snacthed the knife away. Once the knife was off of him I felt the anger.

"Paul!" I yelled. He sat up startled. He looked around and when his eyes set on me he smiled. I glared at him and pointed the knife in his direction. "Are you nuts!? You could have killed yourself!" I yelled and he seemed confused. Then his eyes landed on the knife and a look of comprehension settled in his eyes.

"I'm sorry. I fell asleep." he mumbled looking down ashamed. He looked like a puppy who got caught chewing a shoe. It was so cute. I bit my lip to keep from giggling.

"Sorry doesn't cut it! If you died who would I talk to!?" I yelled trying to be serious. I bit my lip harder. He must of heard the amusement in my voice because his head snapped up. I couldn't hold in my laughter anymore. I burst out laughing and the knife slipped from my hands. Paul reached out and grabbed the knife before it could stab my foot. "With my klutziness and your dumbness one of us is going to end up in the hospital by the end of the day."

I giggled and he laughed. He stood up and ruffled my hair.

"There is a hairbrush in the bathroom if you want to brush your hair, sleeping beauty." he chuckled. A horrified feeling ripped at my stomach and I jogged to the bathroom. I grabbed the brush and looked into the mirror. My hair was a little knotted but not that bad and my shirt was twisted and you could almost see my bra. I gulped.

"Oh god." I mumbled and I heard Paul chuckle. I spun around and Paul was standing in the doorway. My cheeks burned.

"Don't be embarrassed on my part. But it is kinda surprising to see you in anything but a sweatshirt." he laughed and walked away. My cheeks burned even more. I brushed the knots out my hair and grabbed some gum from my back pocket. I moved my shirt back in place and examined my cuts. They weren't bloody anymore and they were healing up a lot but they were going to scar. Great.

I walked out of the bathroom to find Paul sitting on the couch watching cartoons and eating cereal. I leaned against the wall and watched him chuckle at Tom + Jerry. I smiled when he laughed. I walked into his small kitchen and grabbed an apple off the counter. I walked up to him and hopped on the couch. He looked at me and smiled.

We watched Tom + Jerry for a little while when I got confused.

"What am I doing here?" I asked. Paul looked at me and tilted his head toward the screen.

"Watching cartoons?" he said confused. I rolled my eyes.

"That is not what I meant. What am I doing at your house?" I asked again.

"You told me you didn't feel safe at Roger's." he said sadly. I groaned.

"If you want the truth just wake me up in the middle of the night." I sighed to myself. Paul smiled gently.

"I don't want you to ever lie to me." Paul sighed. I looked at him and nodded.

"I don't want to either." I sighed. Paul grinned but it faltered.

"Are you going to tell me what happened to your face then?" he asked and I nodded.

"Roger was drunk and he was yelling about me dressing like a guy. I think he was just looking for an excuse to hurt me. He smashed the beer bottle on the counter and hit me in the face with it." I said. Paul shook a little but so did I. He looked at me and tears formed in my eyes. "I think he was trying to kill me." I whispered.

Paul growled and pulled me to his chest. I had never been so close to him. I dug my face in his neck and cried. Heat radiated off his body. I wonder if he has the flu or something. I don't care, I just want him to hold me.

"I will never let you be hurt like that again." Paul whisper/growled. I shook my head.

"What can you do? I have to go back or he will flip." I cried. Paul held me tighter.

"I will find a way I promise. I just want to know if you want to leave there. If not I will do nothing." he sighed. I could tell he didn't like that option at all.

"I don't wanna go back. Ever." I whispered. Paul sighed in relief and nodded. I took my face out of his neck and snuggled into his side. He wrapped his arm around me and I watched the cat chase the mouse.

"Then you will stay here until I figure something out." Paul whispered in my ear and I nodded.

"But I gotta go get my stuff. I need my toothbrush." I laughed. Paul chuckled and nodded. "I will stay here on one condition." I said. "I get to sleep on the couch."

Paul glared at me but then smiled. He nodded. I know he had some sort of plan.

"We should go get my stuff now because Roger is fishing." I suggested and Paul shook his head.

"Let's finish this show first." Paul said and I nodded. I didn't want to move from his arms anyway.

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