The Boy Next Door

Chapter 6

Put your story text here...I Think Chapter 5 wasn't up to the standard of the others so hopefully this chapter will make up for it.

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Recap: He led me up stairs to a room I had never been in. It was pretty empty; the first thing that caught my eyes was my broken crusty suitcase in the middle of the bed.

"What is that for?" he asked, there was not a hint of emotion in his voice to tell me his feelings

"To err carry my stuff...duh" I tried to keep my voice calm.

"Why is it in my house?"

"..."

"So your my maid...is that right?"......

Chapter 6.

After that day, Lamar had not spoken to me. Not even a goodbye when I left their house on the Saturday next. However his dad had been very sympathetic and gave me a couple of hundreds to keep for myself. Before I left I had asked him the question that had been playing on my mind since the first time I stepped foot in their house.

"You are so nice, why do you put yourself down by hanging around people like Chr-my dad"

"That's a secret ill never tell" he chuckled nervously and ushered me quickly out the door. Strange I thought.

Of course when I came home I was welcomed by the smell of cigar smoke, fish, piss and a faint stench of rotting. There was nothing like home sweet home. I sighed and walked into the bathroom grabbing all the cleaning products I could find and started scrubbing the dried urine on the floor. Singing to myself quietly to my self I worked fast. 3 hours later I had finished.

John.

"Lamar, that behaviour all week was so inappropriate"

"Whatever, im going out"

"Where?"

"Out man" he said as he slammed the door shut. One day I swear that boy needs a slap round the head. I walked quietly to the study. I was about to sit down at my desk when Rochelle walked into the room.

"You okay baby?" I smiled at her.

"Yes love, I'm even happier that young girl is out of the house"

"Why do you say that?"

"I was starting to get this depressing feeling rubbing off on me, Lamar and you just after the second day"

"Really?"

"I do hope we don't have her over again, though she was such a help"

"Yes I agree, it seems not every 21st century teenager has not become a 'lazy ass' as our son clearly demonstrates"

"I would have to agree with you on that, do you want a coffee?"

"I would but not now I have some very important business to take care of"

"What sort love?"

"Just work and stuff you know, the usual...by the way I am going on the business trip with Christopher"

"Okay ill start packing for you, I do wish you'd stop associating yourself with that man though" she muttered while leaving. I got up and locked the door behind her. I could not be interrupted by anyone at the moment. I sat warily back at the desk. How did I get my self in this mess? I stared down at the illegal documents now spread on the desktop. I hoped I didn't regret this later...

Honey.

I lay on my bed humming quietly to myself, the front door suddenly slammed shut. I jumped off the bed and went to the ladder leading down my room. I peeked down and called out.

"Chris?" there was silence. There was nothing unusual about that. When I went down the stairs all the lights were off and the boiler seemed not to have been on. Yet again this was normal. Chris had left me by myself for a few days before not forgetting to turn off the electricity and all sorts. I just sighed and walked back to my chest of drawers where I got out my candles. I put it on the floor board and got on my bed. Going into my school bag I pulled out 'Checkmate' I had started it yesterday and already it was interesting. I had no idea when I had fallen asleep because when I awoke and looked out my bordered window, it was night and my belly was talking to me, literally. I came down the stairs with my candle lit. It was hard walking; I kept stumbling on all the crooked steps. It was a relief to finally be on the landing. After what seemed like years I entered the kitchen. I had now just realised I was sooo hungry, however when I looked in the fridge it was near to empty with only, half a carton of orange juice, ¼ of milk, a breads, and a can of moulding baked beans. I shivered at the last sight and immediately pulled it out, planning to throw it out. However something stopped me and instead of pouring it away I put it in a bowl and warmed it up.

15 minutes later.

I felt really ill as I stumbled up the stairs to my room. I finally collapsed on my bed and rolled around trying to cool myself off. Boy had that beans been a bad idea. My sight started going blurry and my head was spinning. I clutched onto my belly as it churned. Hopefully sleep would come soon.

Chris.

Me and john pulled up at Heathrow airport. It was only 5 minutes before we had to board the flight.

"Are you ready" I asked him seriously

"I don't know about this, you've left honey by her self"

"Yes I know and I've done it before, stop finding excuses"

"Christopher, I don't think I can do this"

"John there ain no backing out now"

"But this could permanently ruin my career"

"You can not bail out now or were both done for" he just nodded his head as we boarded the plane. If he changed his mind now we were potentially dead men walking...

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Sorry this is not so long ill try and make chapter 7 longer. x