Five
“Really, it’s fine,” I said, but continued following this unfamiliar guy down the hallway.
“Nonsense,” the guy said as he stopped abruptly in front of a door, counting them, almost making me run into him. He walked by two more doors before opening one on the right. “Sorry. This house is huge. I’m just getting the hang of it.”
I watched inquisitively as he stepped into a bedroom, but it was bare, the walls devoid of pictures, nothing but a bed and a dresser inside. The guy walked over to a door, most likely a bathroom or a closet, and came back with a gray hoodie. Probably a closet, then.
“You… live here?” I asked, shock evident in my tone. He nodded slowly, glancing away, but I caught the darkening of his expression. Touchy subject.
“I’m a foster kid. Moved in two days ago and we’re still getting stuff sorted out. I start school Monday, and Chris thought it would be a good idea for me to meet some people here,” he said, then turned to me, handing me the sweatshirt before holding out a hand, to which I ignored. “Parker Madden.”
I ignored his hand, but nodded nonetheless. “Andy Casings.”
I clutched the sweatshirt tightly, smiling tightly. “Can you show me where the bathroom is?” He pointed to a room two doors down, and I smiled gratefully before entering, locking the door behind me. I peeled off my sticky hoodie and shirt, wetting a wad of toilet paper and using it to clean my scarred chest of beer. I slid on the sweatshirt, enjoying the warmth. Luckily, Parker seemed to not use much cologne. Spencer’s best friend was Axe body spray.
The smell of cologne surrounded me, so thick in the air I could taste it. Spencer stalked towards me as I backed away, my legs soon hitting the bed. I’d stopped fighting him after the first few times, knowing that it only got me worse and worse punishments.
“Spencer.” My skin was still raw from his belt, and it hurt to do anything. I just wanted to die.
The sweatshirt smelled like mint, my favorite flavor of gum. After a few moments of creepily sniffing the sweatshirt, I bundled my dirty hoodie and shirt and exited the bathroom. I stopped by Parker’s room to tell him thank you, then went to search for Millie.
A/N: Sorry it took so long to update!
Realistic Fiction