I ran up the steps and knocked on the door, I heard the doorknob turn open. As I waited, I saw a boy stand in front of the doorway.
"Can I help you?" He asked politely.
"Can I come inside? I'm in trouble" I asked shaking my hand.
"What happen to you? You have blood running down your legs" he look down. He looked around my age.
"I'm Stephany. I'm seventeen years old. I just need to hide." I said in a shaky voice.
"Come in" he demanded pulling the door wider. I stepped in the large house looking around. "I'm Calum, by the way" he smiled guiding me to the living room. I sank into his leather couch while he sat right next to me. His brown eyes were staring into mine. I sighed, putting my hands on my legs.
"What exactly happened?" Calum said breaking the silence.
"Well it's very personal but since I'm at your house I guess you deserve to know, summary is that I was being chased by people that were trying very hard to harm me." I explained.
He nodded, "Do you know these people?"
"Some" I mumbled. My eyes wandered around the room. "Where's your parents?" I asked noticing how empty the house was.
"Business dinner, I don't know if they'll be home tonight." He laughed with a fake smile and could tell he hated not having his parents around.
"Is it always like this?" I asked looking into his eyes.
"You get use to the loneliness some days it's comforting, others it's frightening."
"How is it frightening" I asked.
"Because when you're alone your thoughts are loud and alive" he answered his eyes screamed innocence.
"Do you have anywhere else to go?" Calum asked. I shook my head back and forth. He opened his mouth, but the front door shot.