Chapter One
You're looking out the window wondering when your new neighbors were going to arrive. The for-sale sign was already taken down by the previous owner. You pondered if they had any children. You really want someone to play with since you’re an only child and didn’t have any friends. Like at all.
Suddenly a huge moving truck pulls into the driveway. A car that's right behind it parks on the side of the street next to the house that was sold. This very tall man comes out of the new SUV. His features are very unique. The man has short dark brown hair with a comb-over. The dudes bottom lip is plump but his upper lip hides as he smiles. His doe eyes are brown, jawline shaped like a diamond, and his look is overall sharp.
The male walked around the car to open the passenger's door. This beautiful woman gets out of the car. Her style is very casual and comfortable. She had short shoulder length light brown hair. The woman's lip are full but long. The way her eyes look are totally different than the male next to her. You scan her for a bit. She seemed foreign.
The lady walks towards the front entrance of the house and unlocks the door. Within a few seconds, the garage door opens. The movers begin to take out everything from the truck and placing it in the garage.
There are five beds in total. You squeal in excitement. If the couple has kids then, where are they? You look out the window searching for the kids when your father and mother pull into your driveway. You quickly remove yourself from the window and run towards your room.
Your mother is very strict and does not let you have any friends or much contact with the outside world. The only time you leave the house would be when you’d go to school. There’s a law or something that says it's mandatory for you to attend school. You could’ve been homeschooled but your parents never have the time for anything.
Your mother let you attend a public school instead. It's a way of her showing you, you could have freedom for a limited time only. Either way, your mother kept you locked in throughout the summer.
Your mother always makes excuses for why you couldn’t have or make friends. She told you that having friends would ruin you. You felt like she's just being a tad bit over exaggerating. You want someone you can talk to and play with while you’d laugh and joke about things that are nonsense.
“We’re home y/n!” Your mother yells out as your father closes the door.
You run downstairs to see your father and mother. You halt as you get closer to them and straighten your back.
“Were you a good girl?” Your father asks.
You nod your head.
“Good and are you hungry y/n?” Your mother questions.
“Yes, mother.” You reply.
Your mother prepares dinner. Like always your food is takeout. When she finishes serving you your plate, you sit down in the dining room and they talk about their work. They mention serial killers, murders, suicide, and lunatic killing boyfriend’s. You did not want to hear anymore so you shut your eyes and covered your ears. Your parents glance at you and stop their conversation.
“Honey we’ll talk about this later.”
Your father nods. Your mother leans next to you and caresses your hair gently, getting your attention. You open your eyes and look at her. You remove your hands off your ears as she signals you that she wants to talk.
“Are you okay?” She inquires.
“Uh.. ye-s.” You answer.
Your parents work as Homicide Detectives. Their job is to gather up evidence, interview the witnesses, check the victim’s background and the possible suspects. A homicide detective has to be ready to work under any circumstance. The state employed them which meant you would be alone most of the time.
You grew up with hidden cameras around the house. Your father wanted video cameras in all of his houses in order for you all to be safe. He's afraid that one of those crazy people he's trying to lock up are going to try something against you all. Their work is very dangerous and stressful. They have to be one hundred percent dedicated to their job.
Your father makes enough money just by himself and not one of them wants to care for you, it seems they are more interested in their job than you. Your father changes the topic and talks about your new neighbors.
“I can’t believe they sold that house so quickly. I feel sorry for our new neighbors. I wonder if they even know about that place.”
“I know right. I thought it would take months before it got sold. They can also be an outsider.” Your mother adds.
A year ago this family moved in. They seemed very happy with their two kids. A few months later, we were all sleeping since it was midnight when the whole neighborhood heard a gunshot go off. The man had committed suicide and he left a note saying that he found out his wife was cheating on him. Apparently, the guy had mental problems and his wife never cheated on him. The widow was now left alone with her two kids.
The neighbors spread rumors about the house. They said it held bad vibes or that there was something in that house that makes people go mad. Your parents were in charge of the case, that’s why you know so much about it. That's their job so they always fear for your safety. They don’t want you to go through the same problems as those people did. You’re only eight, you don’t need to worry about that kind of stuff until you get older.
Dinner is over and your parents talk to you about going back to school tomorrow since it's no longer summer. You're excited to meet your new classmates and hopefully make friends. This is your year to start again without having your mother nag at you. You made it clear to her that you're going to make friends whether she likes it or not.
You wake up for your first day of school and wear your uniform. The walk from your house to the school is just five minutes away. You walk to the main office to get your new schedule for your new classes. When you get there, there is a huge line of kids trying to get their schedules too. They finally gave you yours and you glanced at it.
Your class is across campus and you only have a minute left so you scurry to your class. As you are running, you bump into one of your classmates and fall hard on the ground. He isn’t just any old classmate, his name is Namjoon the president of his class and the smartest kid in school. Namjoon is two years older than you, obviously, he's a part of the upper-classmen.
“Oh, I’m sorry. Are you okay?” He extends his arm and helps you stand up.
“Ye-s.” You stutter.
“What’s your name?” Namjoon asks.
“Uhm.. I’m going to be late for clas–.”
The bell rings and cutting you off.
“Fuck.” You mutter under your breath.
“Now you’re really late.” He chuckles and you glare at him. “Sorry, I didn’t catch your name?”
“Hi I’m y/n and I’m really late for class.”
You were about to leave when he grabbed your arm and you eyed him as he held onto your wrist.
“Look don’t worry about being late to class, I’ll just make an excuse for you and say you were with me. Okay?”
Your eyes enlarged. You can’t believe what you're hearing. Namjoon wants to help you? You’re younger than him and you thought they hated the lower class men.
“I know you didn’t ask for my name but it’s Namjoon Kim.” He gives you a sweet smile and his cute dimples appear.
“Thank-s Nam-joon.”
You already knew his name by heart since he's the god of intelligence and your biggest inspiration. He lets go of your wrist and you make your way to your class.
“Y/n!” Namjoon shouts.
You shift your body towards him and raise a brow.
“Have lunch with me and my friends?”
You're left dumbfounded.
“Okay!” You say without hesitating, you’ve always eaten alone so you wouldn't mind the company now.
