Chapter 2

Cries just entered his house, closing the door behind. Taking his shoes off, keeping them in place. Taking a long sigh he kept the keys on the table, walking in the small living room, turning the lights on, sitting on the couch he kept his bag beside him.

Closing his eyes after restarting his head a sight escaped from his mouth, Holding the bridge of his nose. Only silence could be heard in the whole house. Though the room was warm, still the warmth was missing. Thinking about how nothing new happened the whole day, suddenly a confused face of the girl from the road earlier came in front of his eyes.

Cris: "Weirdo" he said smiling a little, well at least he met someone weird, something new happened on his awful day.

After telling himself how he spent his day he finely diced to get up and have something.

( Well you are the weirdo here boy, ok back to the story.)

Getting in the kitchen, choosing what to eat, he was standing near the fridge when he heard a scattering sound from the living room. He was living alone, thinking who it could be. He gulped hard.

Taking baby steps towards the living room, holding a bottle of juice near his chest, holding it so tight like his life depends on it.
Peaking a little first before entering in just to make sure nobody was there.

He took a sigh of relief...