Distressed
Chapter 5
Johnny pulled in to a huge driveway, leading to a grand mansion. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a remote. He clicked it, and the garage doors opened. He pulled inside the garage, closing the door behind us. He looked at me and smiled, flashing his perfect teeth.
I hopped out of the truck, and followed Johnny inside his house.
“Woah,” I said, stepping inside. “Your house, is huge.”
There was a stair case in front of me. I looked up and saw the second floor, and a big, crystal chandelier hanging from the high ceiling.
Johnny chuckled next to me, “I know. Follow me?”
“Just lead the way,” I said, gracefully fluttering my hand.
Johnny grinned, as he started to walk up the stairs. He stopped at the door I had seen from downstairs.
“Sorry, if I had known you were going to come over I would have cleaned,”
Johnny sheepishly said, looking at his feet.
He opened the door, revealing a huge room. His bedroom was the size of the whole second floor of my house! He had this big, king sized bed in the corner,
with the blankets balled up on top. Across from his bed is two black,
leather couches. A coffee table with piles of plates and cups sat in front of the couches. A
huge, flat screen television hung from the wall.
I looked to my left and saw another door, leading to a closet, I would assume.
“Kara,” Johnny called.
I looked to my right and saw him standing there next to an
open door that led to a bathroom.
“Thanks,”
I said as I walked past him into the bathroom. I began to unroll some toilet paper when Johnny stopped me.
“What, are you crazy?” He asked, opening a cabinet door.
“Here, use this.”
He handed me a towel that looked brand new.
“Oh, no, I don’t want to get my blood on it. It’s fine, really,”
I said, as I ripped off the chunk of toilet paper.
Johnny reached over, grabbing the toilet paper from my hands and throwing it in the trash.
“Go sit on the couch, I’ll be right over to take care of you,” Johnny winked.
I rolled my eyes at him and reluctantly plopped down on his couch. I kicked off my
shoes so I could sit criss-crossed, like I do everywhere. Johnny walked
over to me, with the damp towel. He pushed the coffee table out of the way
so he could kneel down. He pushed the towel against my forehead, causing me to flinch.
“Sorry,” Johnny mumbled as he continued to pat down my cut.
“There,” he said, standing up. “Now, you’re even more beautiful.”
I could feel my cheeks turning red, and I shyly looked at the floor. Johnny chuckled
as he put the now red stained towel in his hamper.
“C-Can you take me home now?” I asked, seeing all the angry texts from Darrel.
“S-Sure,” Johnny said, frowning.
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