Love At First Fight

Chapter Thirty Four

Violet

"Of course I shut the door last night," I raise my eyebrows at the boy skeptically. "Was it open when you came in here?"

"It definitely wasn't closed."

"It was probably your mom," I shrug nonchalantly. "She was up when we came downstairs. Maybe she ran outside and forgot to close it."

"Maybe."

"You don't sound convinced."

"Where's Angie at?" Trevor walks passed me and listens to the silence of the house before looking back over at me. "Aren't little kids supposed to be up and running around early in the morning?"

"She's probably just exhausted from everything that happened last night," Trevor starts walking down the hall with me trailing behind him. I watch as he speed walks up to the room that Angie and I shared last night and tilt my head at the frantic looking boy, wondering why he's acting so strange. If something were wrong then I would know it. "There's nothing wrong with her Trevor."

"I'm just checking," Trevor marches up to our door and latches on to the handle, attempting to twist it a few times. "The door is locked. Why is the door locked?"

"Stop freaking out," I pull a bobby pin from my hair and lean down to pick the lock. "We always lock the door no matter where we're sleeping. That way I'm the only one who can get in and she's the only one who can let herself out."

"There's something wrong," I look back and see him staring at the door blankly. "I can feel it. I don't know what it is, but something is wrong."

I hear the lock click and quickly open the door to ease Trevor of his nerves. He bursts passed me, almost knocking me over in the process. I stand up and watch him storm into the room and rip the blanket off of the small lump on the bed. The little girl at him from where she lay with wide and disoriented eyes, clearly surprised by the sudden invasion.

"See Trevor," I set me hand on his shoulder as Trevor stares back at Angie with a disbelieving expression. "She's fine."

"She's fine," he mutters and turns away from me. "But something's wrong."

I watch as Trevor slips out of the room, deciding that it would probably be best if I didn't follow him this time. I can't help but to find it kind of endearing that he had been so worried about Angie, it makes me feel better about staying here. He might not even realize it, but I can tell that the boy is at least somewhat starting to care for the little girl.

I shut the door behind Trevor and walk over to sit next to Angie on the bed. She looks up at me with a questioning look in her eyes, not looking at all surprised, but mostly just seeming confused about the whole ordeal.

"If he okay?" Angie asks.

"He's fine," I wrap one of my arms around her. "He just acts a little weird early in the morning. Why don't you get up and get dressed, then we can go eat breakfast."

"Did Trevor cook it?"

"No, I cooked it."

"Good," Angie looks up at me indignantly. "I don't trust him."

"You don't trust him?" I frown down at her, wondering where this has come from. Angie has always been very accepting of everyone and her sudden coldness towards Trevor is sort of baffling. "You have no reason not to trust him Ange. He's helping us and he's letting us stay in his home, so be nice."