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A Cinderella of Sorts
Kim POV
"Kim, come on, just tell me what's wrong." Jared pleaded with me for the hundredth time.
It had been fifteen minutes since my chilling realization: someone was in my house, deliberately trying to scare me. Most people in LaPush didn't even lock their doors at night becausethe crime rate here was practically non-existent. There wasn't even an alarm system. But I was scared because I did lock my doors and still someone managed to get in.
I paced a hole through my living room rug, trying to think who would stand outside, or actually he, or she, could have been inside, and locked and unlocked my doors for the entire night. But try as I might, I couldn't think of anyone that even knew me enough to be my enemy. I concluded it had to be an enemy of one of my parents. You make plenty of enemies being a lawyer.
"Kim?" Jared asked again, snapping me out of my reverie.
I looked over at him. He was standing next to me, with a stressed look on his face. Then a thought came to me. I wonder...No, it wasn't him but still, it would be nice to know what he was doing last night.
"Jared, what did you do last night?" I ask hesitantly.
Several emotions crossed his face: surprise, guilt, anxiety, before he finally fixed on an unreadable expression. I frowned, looking at him, what is he hiding? But then I remembered I probably didn't have the right to ask, we aren't dating or anything.
"I slept, of course," he replied, looking anywhere but at me.
I frowned again, he was hiding something but I didn't believe it was him. Sighing, I plopped down onto my parents' suede couch and stared at the flat screen television mounted on the wall. Jared sat down next to me and angled his body in my direction.
"Kim, what is going on? Why are you so freaked out?" he asked.
I looked over at him and could see that I should trust him.
"Someone was in my house last night. Just before bed, I came down to get a glass of water and I heard this weird clacking sound. It was loud, and you could tell it was in the house. I got scared so I ran upstairs and didn't even bother looking to find the source of the noise. The sound didn't stop, it continued all night long. I freaked out because I locked all the doors and windows last night and this morning you find it unlocked. I also freaked out because the noise the lock makes when you turn it is what I heard all last night, up until about dawn." I finished, finally taking in a breath.
"Someone was in your house, all last night?" Jared asks through clenched teeth. I felt confused. Why is he mad?
"Yeah, I think so," I replied, nodding my head. He walked over to my door and sucked in a deep breath through his nose.
Instantly he scrunched it up in disgust, "How did I miss that?" he muttered under his breath. Jerking around to face me, he gives my body a once over. He nods to himself as if my attire is acceptable; I am wearing blue jean short-shorts and a green striped, cotton tank top with my hair up in a messy ponytail.
"You want to meet my friends, Sam and Emily?" he asks me. I frown at the subject change but play along just the same.
"Sure why not?" I answer, but then I remember the list of chores my parents left me for this weekend. I smack my forehead and quickly take back the invitation.
"Crap! You know what? I actually really want to, but I can't right now I have a very long list of chores that I have to complete this weekend." I apologize.
"Can't you do them later?" he asks with a pleading look on his face.
I grimace, thinking about how much trouble I would be in if I didn't do the chores and finish before my parents got back from their business trip. Last time I didn't finish the chores they gave me, I didn't get to shower for a week and I also had to sleep on the floor, because I had to 'learn to earn my luxuries' in my mom's words.
"Actually, no, the last time I put them off, it didn't turn out very well." I tell him. He frowns and runs a hand through his hair in a frustrated manner.
"I need to make a quick phone call. Can I just step into the kitchen for a second?" he asks me nodding in the direction of the kitchen. I nod and smile.
"Go ahead. I'll get started on my chores." I tell him as I head for the stairs to go upstairs and get the list off my bedside table. Well actually it used to be an old box from back when I moved into this room. I just converted it to a bedside table. I grab the list and notice that my pillow is missing and my small, triangle shaped window is wide open.
That wasn't open when I got up this morning, I think. I turn around and sprint downstairs and right into Jared's t-shirt covered, brick wall of a chest. He catches me before I hit the floor and steadies me with his hands on my hips. I am too scared to be shy.
"Someone was in my room! This morning, like before you got here but after I woke up. My pillow is gone and my window is open." I blubber out on the verge of hyperventilating.
"What?" Jared screeches.
He lets go of me and runs up the stairs two at a time. I follow after him and find him standing in the middle of my room, head tilted up and sniffing the air. What is it with him and sniffing? I think.
He mutters a curse under his breath and whips his cell phone out to make another call. He talks really fast to the person on the other end and then listens as the other person speaks. He says 'okay' and then flips the phone shut and looks over at me with a much calmer expression on his face. He then smiles at me and I have to blink under the brightness of it.
"Sorry about that I, uh, remembered something I had to tell the guy I was talking to before. What should we do? Where are your parents?" he inquires.
"Out of town," I reply, still a bit frightened by the whole ordeal.
Jared frowns as he looks around my room.
"Why aren't they here?" he probes further.
"Business meeting," I retort. He frowns again, seeming displeased with something. I huff a sigh and decide to ask.
"What's wrong?" I query. He glances over at me with a sad expression on his face.
"Is this where you sleep?" he asks gesturing to the small, dank, attic room I call my bedroom.
"Um…Yeah, it is." I confirm looking down at the floor in embarrassment. I peek up at him between my bangs to find him shaking. He looked livid.
"Oh My God, Jared. What's wrong, why are you shaking?" I ask him worriedly, holding my hands up in front of me, and sidling closer to him to soothe him. He clenches his fists and whips his head from side to side as if to clear the anger out of it.
"Jared, calm down, please!" I pleaded with him; I reach him and gently place my hands on his biceps and rub, trying to placate him. He visibly calms under my touch. I breathe a sigh of relief and smile up at him.
"Better?" I ask quietly.
"Yeah," he grins at me, but I can see that he is still angry.
"What was that about?" I ask.
"They mistreat you, don't they?" he accuses, "You said it didn't end well last time you put your chores on hold. What did they do?"
"I lost the privilege of a bed and bath for a week." I whisper, afraid he will get angry again.
He suddenly lets out a very, deep growl. What the hell? Did he just growl like a dog? I think incredulously. He then yanked himself out of my grasp and ran out of my room, all the way downstairs and out my back door. I followed after him until he hit the trees on the edge of the forest and then I stopped.
"Jared! Jared, where are you? Why did you run away?" I yell into the forest. I was too chicken to follow him.
I heard a twig snap and I jumped. Then I heard a ghostly chuckle, right after that I heard a deep, animalistic growl and turned around and ran straight back to my house too terrified to scream.
What was that? I think frightened, what if the thing that growled ate Jared?
I get inside and slam the door shut and lock it. Sliding down the back of the door I start to cry, worried about the most important thing in my life: Jared.
I was so distressed I almost didn't see it: a single, white rose spattered with red liquid. I gasp as I realize what the viscous liquid is; blood.
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