Chapter Seven

"Brendon, wake up!" A vaguely familiar voice seeped through my dreamless state. I ignored it. My body wasn't ready to wake up yet. "Brendon, you'll be late for work." Like I give a shit dude. "I made breakfast."

My eyes opend then. But still slowly. I laid in the bed for a few seconds to let my body debate between which was more important. A good nights sleep or delicious food. The choices were overwhelming. I wasn't qualified to make such an important decision. But the groaning from my stomach made the choice very obvious. I was obviously hungry... For more sleep. Kidding! I sat up in the bed and virtigo hit me like... well virtigo.

"Fuck." I mumbled closing my eyes and rubbing my temple. Is this what a hangover felt like? I'd never actually been drunk, but I'm assuming, It'd feel like this.

"There are Tylonol and Orange juice in the kitchen with the food."

I opened my eyes and turned my head to the sound of the voice. And. My. Entire. Word. Stopped. Ryan. Ryan Ross. Social Stabber, Ryan Ross. Was standing in the doorway of my bedroom -In only boxer, might I add.- Offering me food. Memories of the day before flooded my brain in overdrive. Going to testify in court. Ryan being missing. Coming home to relax. Ryan being here. Ryan chasing me. Me falling. Ryan helping me. Ryan Kissing me. Ryan.... Oh dear lord! Did we? No! No! No! Oh dear lord! We might have. Cautioiusly, I shifted my sitting position on the bed and was met with no discomfort.

"Did- Did we-"

"No." He laughed. "Oh God, no!" What the hell was that supposed to mean? A fucking serial killer was too good for me?

"Good!" I slid off of the bed and damn near sighed in relief when I realized I had clothes on. As I marched out the room and past the murderer, I could hear him chuckling. What's so damn funny?

Instead of going down stairs to the kitchen,I turn for the bathroom, locking the door behind me. There on the sink, lies the cellphone I fought so hard to get to yesterday. I pick it up and glace anxioulsy at the closed door. He could be standing right on the other side listening. And then he'd burst through the door and kill me if he heard me talking to the police. I could always text Jessica Hamilton. And tell her to notify the police.I shook my head, He might kill me as soon as he heard the sirens outside. I put the phone back down and started the shower.

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"I heard about yesterday." I glanced up from the annoyingly familiar boxes on my screen.

"What?"

"About you being a star witness or somthing like that, in that social stabbing court case. And then about him exscaping." Spencer sat on the edge of my desk and mock punched me in the arm. "Dude, we're best friends. You have to tell me cool shit like that."

"It wasn't really a big deal dude." I lied. It was way more than a big deal.

"Still, tell me stuff like that." He lifted up the car. "There's also a rumor going around that he's going to go looking for you." I tried to look uncaring. "If you don't feel safe dude, you could always stay with me for a little while."

That didn't sound like a bad idea. Maybe if I didn't go home for a few nights, Ryan would assume I'm in the witness protection program or something and he'd leave. But then I remembered this morning. Him feeding me and making sure my head was okay enough to go to work. Him cleaning up the dishes and asking if I wanted a lunch. He'd even kisses me goodbye. And maybe I meantioned this before but, he was the only person who'd ever kissed me. It was like I had a boyfriend. I'd never had a boyfriend before. And he did say he knew where my friend stayed.

"No, that's okay. Thanks dude. But I don't think some serial killer is going to come looking for me to kill me." My laugh didn't sound as solid as I wanted it to. "We both know my life will never be that interesting."

"Very and sadly true." Spencer laughed putting the car on my desk and standing up. "Hey, Jenna and I are going so see a movie this Friday. You think you could come?"

"That depends on whether or not Lord Satan decides to drown me with weekend work again."

"So that's a definate no then." He walked back over to his own desk.

Worked seemed to go by way faster than usual. Spencer offered me a ride home so I didn't have to pay for another cab. Luckily he said he had somewhere to go. So I didn't have to make up some lame excuse for not inviting him in. I paused at my front door and took a deep breath. One of two things could happen from here. I could open this door and be comfronted with the same problem since yesterday. A murdering residing in my house. Or I could open the door and be comfronted with an empty house. And Ryan be gone from my life forever. It scared me to realize that I didn't know which one I'd rather deal with.

Opening the door, I was met with the smell of some sort of food. One I didn't recognize. Slowly I walked towards the kitchen, peeking my head in the entrance. And ther stood Ryan, mixing something up in a pot on the stove. Wearing a pair of my sweats and a shirt that was too big for his frame.What in the hell was going on here? I stepped fully into the kitchen and he turned around quickly at the sound. His lips curved up when he noticed it was me.

"Ryan!" He rushed over and threw his arms around my neck. "You're home. I'm making dinner." My eyes closed as his lips covered mine for a brief second. And I though maybe, maybe I didn't need to turn him in just yet. Maybe I could live like this for a while..