The black couch that I woke up on was black; the rest of the house was in reds and browns. Altogether it was a very warm-looking room. A blanket had been draped over me, I noticed; and then I saw him. The boy who had carried me was watching me, his eyes curious and soft. I pulled the blanket over me. After a moment, he peeked under the blanket, his eyes playful.
"I see you," he whispered. I tried not to laugh, but giggled once anyway; after that, there was no stopping it. I laughed harder and harder, and soon the boy was laughing, too. He smiled, his reddish brown hair falling into his eyes. They were a deep brown today, almost the same color as his hair.
"Come on, breakfast is ready!" a voice said from the other room. It was female, higher, probably a younger girl, maybe the one I saw last night.
"Coming, Vera," he replied. "Alright, blanketbug, are you hungry?" he asked with a smile. I nodded. Then I remembered the man from last night, how scary he had been. I shook my head. The boy became confused; he seemed to read my thoughts.
"My dad is nice." he said. I wasn't so sure. The cape and the black clothes looked a lot like the clothes the man who burned my house down had been wearing. But even then I wasn't sure, and I was scared. I began remembering fragments of that night, the fear. The boy's eyes glazed over, as if he was seeing the memories with me. His mouth opened and closed several times, but he never spoke. It was as if he couldn't speak.
"Kourton! Her food's getting cold!" the same voice called from the other room.
"Don't worry. I won't let anything happen to you." he promised. He offered me his hand, and I took it.
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The kitchen was very open, with shiny black appliances and black countertops. More reds and browns were in the kitchen, making it seem even larger and very warm.
The boy's family was seated around a dark oaken table; I eyed them all carefully. The boy squeezed my fingers encouragingly; the man was staring at me. It seemed like he was staring like he knew me. Could he be the one who killed me parents and family and destroyed my home?
The boy pulled a chair out for me; I sat, almost falling over when it was high. He caught me and helped me up, then sat down next to me.
"Kourton, would you like to tell us about her?" the man said. Kourton, the boy, nodded, gathering his thoughts.
"She's five. She's scared- mostly of you," he nodded at the man. "She likes me. She doesn't know about any of us, really, and she's scared. Something really bad happened to her the night we...... um, the night we found her. I think it had to do with the smoke we could smell. Did you notice the werewolf scent on her? It's not hers, I can smell it. I think it was one of her relatives." the boy said.
"Very well, Kourton. We will leave her in your care, then, since she trusts you." When all of them seemed to be looking at the boy, I reached onto the table and took a roll-like thing really quick. I hoped none of them saw, because when I was done with that one(after about 3 seconds), I reached up and grabbed another. And another. And then another.
Before I grabbed my sixth roll thing, I looked around at all of them. They all seemed to be staring off into different directions, so I took two. They made my cheeks all puffy, and I quickly finished them.
Three glasses of milk were on the table by the rolls suddenly, and I took one at a time, sucking them down as quickly as I could. I yawned, finally full, and closed my eyes.
When I opened them, I was in the room again, on the couch. The blanket was back over me, and the boy had his own blanket, laying on the couch across from mine, a small table between the two couches. He wasn't asleep; he was staring up at the ceiling, his hands behind his head. His tawney hair was messed up and looked like he had been running his fingers through it a lot lately. I waited for him to look over, like I was sure he would, but he didn't for hours. I fell in and out of bouts of sleep, every time I woke up, he was in the same position. I started to wonder if he ever slept.
When I woke up the next time, it was because there was fire.
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