All down hill from here.
part 4. - things happen -
Ding
Dong. rang the
expensive doorbell Mrs. Dillens imported from Paris , France.
Jenna's mom always bought expensive items, but once she bought
them they never really would be used. The only thing that is
actually used a lot is the doorbell . Ding Dong. "coming , coming." I shouted.
while she was running to the door she checked her phone. Odd
its seven . what took him so long. when she opened the door she
was in shock . . .
it was mike but this was bloody mike , who wore a red stained
white beater and ripped shorts. He had bloody gashes all over
his face and arms. "W-WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU ?!? I'LL GO CALL
911." right when i was about to press the last digit , mike
took the phone from my hands harshly. "mike i need to call 911
, look at you! " i said , i heard fear in my voice. "No, its
okay a guy jumped me while i was walking out of the car. but
trust me i did worse to him. Uhh can i stay over your house ,
i'm feeling a little sore." he said with a normal voice like
this happens all the time. "wait uhh sure. yeah let's get you
cleaned up." confused i started walking to the kitchen. it
didn't really matter if mike stayed over. the Dillen parents
were off on other vacation without the kids. While jenna's
other silbings were off at the party who knows when they will
get home. "Jenna, i think i'll just go upstairs in your room to
lay down , kay ?" he asked with a low voice. "sure, sure i'll
just finish cleaning this up." When mike left i was almost
ready till the paper towel that cleaned up the blood fell on
the ground. "woah." i said quiety. this kinda smells like
ketchup. nah it cant be , its probably just in my head ,
besides i didnt eat dinner. i must just be hungry but
still...
Does it sound interesting.
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