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"Good morning," a voice said.
I woke up, screaming as I shot up from the couch.
I gazed up quickly to find the lights in the living room on, and there was a figure standing above me... though his face was originally covered in shadows, I could see him now...
Sebastian.
I scrambled off the couch and stepped backwards, shaking my head.
He just watched me.
Goddamn it... I fell asleep.
Now I couldn't tell if this was real or not.
I just glanced down at my hand and pinched myself, wincing at the sting.
I pulled away then, eyes widening.
I wasn't dreaming.
"How did you get in here?" I demanded to him, voice shaking as he watched me. "I locked all the doors and windows."
"Not the master bedroom," he said then, smiling.
I stared.
Oh, crap... he was right.
"You okay there, Kiki?" he said then, tipping his head to the side. "You look a little shaken."
I just shot my head up, pointing to the door. "Get out."
He only remained in place, brows arched.
"Get out!" I yelled to him, but he still didn't move. "MOM!" I screamed then, body rattling with tremors.
"They're at a business meeting," Sebastian told me, and I gazed down to find his face clear of every emotion other than amusement.
I only replied, "How did you know that?"
"Note on the fridge," he said, shrugging.
I gazed over to the kitchen to find a sticky-note on the fridge—like he said—though the writing on it was impossible to read from my distance.
"You look shaken," he said then. "What's wrong?"
I glanced back over at him, finding his emotionless expression still the same, but now the smile was gone.
"I want you out," I told him then.
It was an honest thing, really, but part of me wanted him to stay so I could bury him in questions... though... I knew deep down inside that this wasn't the reason why I was scared; he was a part of the reason, but he wasn't... the reason.
It was the thing that happened earlier...
I swore I saw my neighbor get shot, and then he was completely fine? Both of them?
Was I going insane?
I knew that this encounter with Sebastian was real, but... everything else? I wasn't sure.
Who knew... I could be hallucinating this whole thing, too.
"Kiki," Sebastian said, making me look up at him. He just watched me. "You're spacing out. What's wrong?"
I just shook my head. "You're freaking me out."
His lashes lowered.
"Who are you?" I asked him then, gazing up. "And why do you keep crawling into my house at night? Is it to mess with me? Why?"
This time, his lips curled. "It's easy to mess with you, so that's not the reason."
I glared.
He only kept his position. "No... there's other reasons."
My glare sharpened, and I pointed to the door. "Get out of my house."
He smiled in response.
"I mean it!" I said. "Get out!"
He just chuckled. "You're like an angry kitten."
"Sebastian!" I growled. "GET OUT."
He only gave me a knowing look, and my anger faltered. "Do you need help sleeping?"
I stared at him then, questioning if he was serious.
"I can help," he told me, smirking. "Like I do every night."
"Sebastian," I warned, "you're not helping yourself. I will call the police."
He smirked. "Do it."
I just watched him, freezing.
My phone was upstairs... how did he know that?
"You can't, can you?" he asked me. "I'm just that attracting."
I glared then. "Get out of my house. You're scaring me."
"You're just in shock," he said, "why don't you lay down?"
"I want you out," I told him.
"And I want a million dollars," he replied sarcastically. His eyes locked on mine. "I won't leave until you lay down."
My glare sharpened, and I just sat on the couch and kicked my legs up. "Now go."
He then stepped over to me. "I want to help you."
"Sebastian," I warned.
The moment he touched my arm, heat jolted through me—something that had never happened to me, something that I didn't particularly like—and I shot up from the bed, stepping away from him.
"I said get out," I told him, "now go before I call the police. My phone's upstairs. I will do it."
He only threw his hands up, stepping back toward the front door. "Alright—alright."
He then left, and I slammed the door shut and locked it behind him, running straight over to my parents' bedroom and locked all windows in there.
After, I just stepped back out and collapsed on the couch.
God... he was giving me weird feelings, and this needed to stop.
But I couldn't control it, and it was scaring me.64Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJs1f0fG9dh
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A/N:
What do you think of Sebastian so far? Is he too creepy? Or is he the perfect amount of creepy?
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