Life Saver

Weird stuff has happened to Delilah. She has been getting in more and more danger every day. She has almost been killed by an moving train but, she has been saved. She have almost been hit by an moving car but, she has been saved. Who is mystery guy that keeps saving her? When she finds out who he is, will they fall in love? Or will the forbidden happen?


10. Quistions

The next day, I went home to get ready for church. I kept thinking about that kiss, me and Nick shared. I can't believe he kissed me back!

     I smiled. I did have a little crush on him. The thing is I knew nothing about him, so, yea.

     "Delilah, it's time to go to church!" Exclaimed mom.

After church I went home and collapsed on my bed. Usually after church on Sunday's we relax. I do nothing, but, get online.

     I looked out the window. All I think about is Nick now. I don't know why. Is it because, he's protecting me? I'm still confused why someone wants me dead? Or is Nick the crazy one? I know nothing about Nick. I always thought he was creepy. I use to call him my creepy neighbor, but, what's so different now?

      I had no right to judge Nick before. I'm still trying to go over why I use to call him creepy. Then a thought flashed in my head. Will. Will is the reason I thought Nick was creepy. When Will was 15 and I was 13, he told me Nick never stepped out of his house (well, he did, just not that much.) Will told me, he thought Nick was hiding something, like something he didn't want anyone else to see. I honestly believe Will was trying to scare me. It didn't work, I would roll my eyes and say, "Sure." Although, later on, I noticed how Nick never went out to do anything. He only leaves his house on Wednesdays. Nick moved in when he was 18.

    I did the math. If Nick moved in when he was 18 and I was 13 at that time. That means he's 21 years old now. I frowned. Why do I have to be so young? Wait, why am I disappointed? I kind of hate being 16. I want to have freedom. I guess that's why I always had a crush on older guy's. I feel like if I was lucky enough to date one. They would teach me freedom. Of course my family would never let me date an older guy. What am I thinking? My dad will disown me, my mom would give me an disapproving look, and my telling what he will do.

     Someone wants me dead? Who? I'm so confused. Why? I know Nick said, there wasn't a reason, but, I need more answers. There's answers I want to know about him too. Is he hiding something? Why is he protecting me? Why am I having weird feelings around him?

      I got out of bed and slipped on my flip-flops. I kept my dress on (the dress I wore to church.)


I walked over to his door and knocked. I didn't ask my parent's if I could walk outside, but, I don't think it would take long. Plus, I still want freedom.

    He opened the door and looked me over. I blushed.

    "Why do you keep showing up here?" He asked.

    "I need more answers. Not about the killer--well, yea the killer too-- but, mainly you. It's killing me."

     He stared at me for a while with a blank expression. "Come in." He opened the door wider. I walked in and sat on his couch.

      I heard him shut the door. He opened the fridge and took a water bottle out of it. He took a swig of it. "Do you want anything to drink?" He asked.

      "No, thanks." I smiled a little. I mainly wanted answers.

       He walked over and sat beside me on the couch. He was sitting right beside me! Breathe, Delilah, breathe.

       "What kind of answers?" He asked.

       "Like about you. I know nothing about you. I know nothing about who wants to kill me. Who wants to kill me?! I'm literally going paranoid! I know nothing about you! From the three years you've been here, I never talked to you, until a couple of day's ago. And the killer-"

       He held up his hand. He chuckled a little.

       "You think this is funny?!" I asked.

       He shook his head. "No. Sorry. Of course not." He chuckled again. "I wasn't supposed to show you who I was in begin with. You just found out. I can't give you anymore information. I'm sorry. And the killer's name is Benson. He have been in and out of crazy homes. He killed about 40 people in his lifetime and that was just breaking in their homes and killing them. He kills one person at a time. Usually he does stunts like, pushing someone in front of a car or train. He would even steal a car and hotwire it. He would try to run over you. I know he already tried all those things to you and I'm sorry. He's crazy and that's all. I'm sorry. That's mainly what I know. If I knew more, I could tell you."

      "You must know more."

      "Well, let me see. He's 50 years old. He played football as a kid an-"

      "Are you like a professional stalker or something?" I asked.

       He laughed. I replayed his laugh over and over in my head.

       His expression turned serious. He reached out and stroked the side of my face.. "I will try my best to make sure you're protected. It's my job." He stared in my eyes and I noticed how green they were. "I will make sure you're protected." He repeated.

       He smiled at me. I always thought it was funny when people, said butterflies erupted in their stomach when they're with the guy they like or love. But I understand now. The way he looked liked he was getting lost in my eyes like I was getting lost in his and the way he kept stroking my the side of my face. Butterflies. They were defiantly there.

      He smiled and broke the contact.


Once I got home, I stayed on the internet and thought about Nick. I watched a movie, but, still thought about Nick. I played Bingo with Will for distraction, but, I still thought about Nick.

     It was night time now. I'm laying in my bed and you want to know what's funny? I'm still thinking about Nick. His smile, his eyes, and his laugh. I like the way he said he would protect me, even if it was his job. I like the way he stroked my cheek. I love his beautiful blonde hair. I like that he laughed because, I was rambling to much. I like that kiss we shared...even if it was from a dare.

      I threw the covers off of me and slipped on my shoes. I know I have my pajamas on, but, right now I don't care. I put up my hair and grabbed my lip gloss. Wait, why am I about to put lip gloss on? I really do like this guy, don't I? I never really had a crush on a guy before. Yes, I did have a couple of boyfriend's before, but, they never made me feel the way Nick does. Plus, I never had a serious relationship.

     I put the lip gloss on anyway. I looked in the mirror and I was satisfied. I climbed on my bed and opened my window slowly, making sure I made no sound. It's only 9:30. My parent's usually go to sleep around 8:00. Hailer goes to sleep around 7:00. Me and Will goes to sleep around 11:00.

     I hope Nick is not a sleep. I locked the door. I climbed out of my window, making sure no one woke up and Will doesn't come to my room.

    I jumped out and just left the window open. I walked over to Nick's house. I hesitated before knocking on the door. He opened the door without a shirt on and pajama pants.

    "Delilah? Are you ok?"

    "Yea." I chuckled nervously. "There was just one more question, I needed you to answer."

     He nodded.

     "W-why am I keep thinking about you?"

     He paused. He stared at me and managed a small smile. "I'm bad at answering questions. I want you to do a favor for me, though." He walked closer to me and just stared at me. "Don't stop."

     "Don't stop, what?" I half whispered.

     "Thinking of me. I'm thinking of you too and I don't want to be the only one."

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