Chapter four

I woke up in the middle of the night to hear Scott yelling. I got up and walked out of the spare bedroom to hear another, unfamiliar voice. This voice sounded male, had a British accent, and sounded hoarse. I poked my head around the corner to see the two standing there yelling.

Scott was wearing a pair of black sweats, a red T-shirt, and a pair of slippers. His mask was off, and you could see his black hair was a mess, he had bags under his eyes, and his face was pale.

The other male had deep violet hair pulled up in a low pony tail, he had small stubble on his chin and jaw line, and his eyes were a hazy blue. He wore a pastel purple shirt, a light brown coat and black pants.

As I walked in, the unfamiliar male looked at me, then smiled. He rushed over and took my hand.

"Ah, hello love."

"Scott… who is this?"

Scott walked over looking annoyed. Before he could say anything, then man spoke.

"Dave! Dave Miller…"

I nodded and pulled my hand away walking over to Scott. He looked down at me as I dragged him into the kitchen. I paused and looked at Dave who was peeking in.

"Why were you yelling at him?"

"He came here asking for something."

"What does he want?"

Scott paused and walked back out of the kitchen. I followed and Dave placed a small peck on my hand. He looked pained when he did this, and quickly pulled away from me and towards the door.

"Sorry for wasting your time Scott… see you later, my little song bird," he said with a smile.

I paused and watched him walk out the door. The violet hair, the grin, the voice… then I paused. I gripped onto Scott and started to wail. I let the man who tried to kill me kiss my hand