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you with the damn drive” then gesturing towards the cottage he stated, “and that deteriorating piece of shit too!”
Shaking my head, I pushed open the door of the pickup, very much aware that Arreon was deliberately avoiding any conversation about Dante, and climbed out, pushing it shut with my hip before hurrying around to the driver’s side as Arreon made to open his.
Leaning against the door so he couldn't get it open, I poked my head through the space left by the rolled down window and murmured, “Arreon, we go through this every time, and you know I always say no! I need this, I need to do it on my own…”
Leaning forward, I placed my lips against his cheek in a light kiss of goodnight before, breaking the contact between us, I pulled my head back out of the open space, and with as genuine a smile as I could manage, I whispered, “I'll see you tomorrow, okay?” then turning, I made my way onto the porch, and opening the door I stood in it's frame as I waved in his direction, signaling the evening was at an end, and disrupting any further argument he could toss up about the state of my living conditions.
After he'd backed out, and began barreling his way back down the drive, I turned and entered the cottage, kicking the door shut behind me before stilling, as the sensation washed through me that someone else was in the room with me.
Within the count of a heartbeat, I quickly considered the merits of turning and fleeing back outside or staying where I was, and testing the waters of uncertainty, then within the count of that same heartbeat, I made my decision.
I wasn't running from whatever it was, this was my home dammit and nothing was going to push me out of it! Drawing a deep breath, I cast my eyes about, a small shiver rippling down my back for the sensation was so strong, I fully expected to see someone peering at me from out of the shadows.
Completing the tour of the room, I inhaled another shuddering breath, for though I’d found nothing that would have caused the initial alarm bells that had gone off within my head, I still felt uncomfortable within the walls of my own home.
Since there was really nothing more I could do to reassure myself, I did the next best thing, as ignoring the sensation was impossible, and opening my mouth I uttered, “this is my house, and who or whatever you are, you are welcome to be here, as long as you no longer scare me, if you can't keep from doing that, I demand you leave” then acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary by me talking to the walls, I continued into the room where I kicked off my shoes, letting out a small puff of relieved breath as the sensation finally began to subside, before finally disappearing all together.
Even so, I found I was still a little on edge as I padded my way into the kitchen, and set about preparing a grilled cheese sandwich and warming a bowl of soup, comfort food, for I didn’t feel my stomach could handle much more than that, as the disquieting feeling was still bouncing around inside me, making me slightly nauseous.
When my meal was ready, I carried it into the living room, and after sitting it down on the coffee table, I settled onto the couch and tucked my feet beneath me.
Picking up the bowl, I began dipping the grilled sandwich in the soup, abstractedly eating my supper, unhappily aware that I was intently listening and watching for anything out of the ordinary, and wondering if I hadn't made a huge mistake by not moving back to the Ranch.
* * *
The next morning came much too soon, and I climbed out of bed, weary and exhausted, my outlook on the day already sour.
Another storm had moved through during the night, and I'd not slept well thanks to the intense bolts of lightening that lit up the room, accompanied by loud claps of thunder that caused the cottage to shudder beneath their violence.
With each loud outburst, I'd found myself flinching, and though I was used to storms, as it was
Shaking my head, I pushed open the door of the pickup, very much aware that Arreon was deliberately avoiding any conversation about Dante, and climbed out, pushing it shut with my hip before hurrying around to the driver’s side as Arreon made to open his.
Leaning against the door so he couldn't get it open, I poked my head through the space left by the rolled down window and murmured, “Arreon, we go through this every time, and you know I always say no! I need this, I need to do it on my own…”
Leaning forward, I placed my lips against his cheek in a light kiss of goodnight before, breaking the contact between us, I pulled my head back out of the open space, and with as genuine a smile as I could manage, I whispered, “I'll see you tomorrow, okay?” then turning, I made my way onto the porch, and opening the door I stood in it's frame as I waved in his direction, signaling the evening was at an end, and disrupting any further argument he could toss up about the state of my living conditions.
After he'd backed out, and began barreling his way back down the drive, I turned and entered the cottage, kicking the door shut behind me before stilling, as the sensation washed through me that someone else was in the room with me.
Within the count of a heartbeat, I quickly considered the merits of turning and fleeing back outside or staying where I was, and testing the waters of uncertainty, then within the count of that same heartbeat, I made my decision.
I wasn't running from whatever it was, this was my home dammit and nothing was going to push me out of it! Drawing a deep breath, I cast my eyes about, a small shiver rippling down my back for the sensation was so strong, I fully expected to see someone peering at me from out of the shadows.
Completing the tour of the room, I inhaled another shuddering breath, for though I’d found nothing that would have caused the initial alarm bells that had gone off within my head, I still felt uncomfortable within the walls of my own home.
Since there was really nothing more I could do to reassure myself, I did the next best thing, as ignoring the sensation was impossible, and opening my mouth I uttered, “this is my house, and who or whatever you are, you are welcome to be here, as long as you no longer scare me, if you can't keep from doing that, I demand you leave” then acting as if nothing was out of the ordinary by me talking to the walls, I continued into the room where I kicked off my shoes, letting out a small puff of relieved breath as the sensation finally began to subside, before finally disappearing all together.
Even so, I found I was still a little on edge as I padded my way into the kitchen, and set about preparing a grilled cheese sandwich and warming a bowl of soup, comfort food, for I didn’t feel my stomach could handle much more than that, as the disquieting feeling was still bouncing around inside me, making me slightly nauseous.
When my meal was ready, I carried it into the living room, and after sitting it down on the coffee table, I settled onto the couch and tucked my feet beneath me.
Picking up the bowl, I began dipping the grilled sandwich in the soup, abstractedly eating my supper, unhappily aware that I was intently listening and watching for anything out of the ordinary, and wondering if I hadn't made a huge mistake by not moving back to the Ranch.
* * *
The next morning came much too soon, and I climbed out of bed, weary and exhausted, my outlook on the day already sour.
Another storm had moved through during the night, and I'd not slept well thanks to the intense bolts of lightening that lit up the room, accompanied by loud claps of thunder that caused the cottage to shudder beneath their violence.
With each loud outburst, I'd found myself flinching, and though I was used to storms, as it was
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