Layla's P.O.V
I crept into my room through the window, and laid on my bed. I held my hand over my heart, which was pounding so hard it hurt. Who was that guy, Kylarth? How could I trust that he was like Uncle Ari, how could I know whether he was a good Eraser or a bad Eraser? I sighed heavily, I needed a shower. I got up and walked to my bathroom, suddenly there was something hitting my window. I looked at it, and then heard it again. I walked to my window and looked out, then sighed in relief. It was only a raccoon; we had a lot of them around here. I remember when Owen was little he came inside with a raccoon asking dad if he could keep it as a pet, which he got turned down to. I opened the window; it was only a baby raccoon. "You stuck up here little guy?" I asked petting its head. I picked up the raccoon and went downstairs, I set him down outside. "Alright now get going, I'm sure your mom is looking for you." The raccoon scampered off, and I went back inside. Then the phone rang, I went over and picked it up.
"Hello?" I asked.
"You really shouldn't keep your window open; you don't know who could get in." A male voice said, and then the phone hung up.
"What?!" I panicked.
I was the only one in the house, no one else was here. I stood still, listening for anything to determine where the intruder was. I heard a thump from upstairs; I went into the kitchen and grabbed a knife. Walking toward the stairs, I listened again. I didn't recognize the voice on the phone; could they have used a voice disguiser? I went upstairs slowly, hearing one of the doors open then shut. I gulped, and took a deep breath. Walking up the stairs I stood in the hall, all of the doors were closed. I checked every room, no one was there. I went in my room next; there was no sign of anyone being inside. Except that the window was closed, I guess whoever it was decided to leave. I put the knife down on the desk, and sat on my bed.
I tried to distinguish who it could have been on the phone; it wasn't anyone from the family. My money was still on Kylarth, he was the only guy I'd met outside the family. I sighed and went to my bathroom, locking the door I decided I'd shower. I turned on the water then went to get a towel, suddenly I heard a yelp. I swung open the shower Curtin and saw a boy with his back pressed against the wall, he was dressed in a green V neck shirt with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows, a pair of skinny jeans, and a pair of convers. He had brown hair that was matted to his forehead, vibrant hazel eyes, and lightly tanned skin. I turned off the water, not to stop it from hitting him, but to prevent it from getting all over the floor.
"Who the hell are you and why are you in my shower?" I ordered.
"I-I…" He shuttered but fell silent as he winced and held himself.
"Are you hurt?" I asked, showing him a bit of compassion.
He nodded; I saw blood mix in with the water that was being drained. I gasped, and told him to hold on. Then I dug through the cabinets, I found a first-aid-kit and set it on the bathroom counter. Then I walked over to him, I put my hands on my knees and leaned in, tilting my head. "Where are you hurt?" I asked. He didn't say anything at first, he only looked away.
"Just tell me, I'll help you." I coaxed.
"My chest…" He muttered.
"Just stay in the tub ok, take off your shirt and I'll get some bandages to wrap your wound. I told him as I held a rag. I watched as he stripped himself of his shirt, I could see a slight redness appear on his cheeks. I gasped when I saw his wound; there was a large gash on his chest, like a bear had hit him. He crawled out of the tub and sat on the rim, looking at me as if I were going to hurt him again. "Hey it's ok; I'm not going to hurt you." I waved the rag a little. "I'm gonna clean the wound out, disinfect it, and then wrap it up ok." He nodded in understanding and sat still against the tub.
I tried not to press the rag too hard against his wound, it was pretty deep and I didn't want to hurt him more. He showed signs of pain, but I didn't take them literal. After I cleaned his wound and disinfected it, I wrapped his chest in white bandages. Suddenly I heard a knock on my bedroom window; I looked at him and put a finger over my lips. "stay here and be quiet." I told him. He nodded and his back in the shower, I opened the door to the bathroom and went into my room, dad was at my window. Oh great, what could be better than having my dad at my window while a guy is hiding in my shower?