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I stopped swinging, planting round "Are you supposed to be here? I don’t knoho you are…"

"I’m a friend"

"I’ve never ed

He shrugged “Don’t know, but what I do know is that you ask a lot of questions”

Okay This guy was being a real jerk I stood up, narrowing my eyes at him "My dad is a cop I’ll tell him you’re out here”

At that, he s at me beneath thick eyebrows He waved his free hand at me "Go on, then Tell him"

My heart was pounding now I'd never had an adult talk tofor the house before he could do so crazy, like stopI didn't knoho he was For all I knew he could have been here to kill my entire family

"Dad!" I screah the front door The soles of my shoes pounded into the wooden floorboards as I ran down the hallway "Dad!"

Dad popped his head around the corner of the kitchen, brows heavily stitched "What, Kandy? What is it?" he asked, concern etching his face

I clung to hi my arms around his waist

"Kandy, sweetheart, what's wrong?" Mo my way as soon as she shut it

"There's a-aa-and he told me to mind my own business!"

"What?" Dad i ainst her

The doorbell rang, and Dad looked at her, worry creasing at his forehead "Stay in here," he told us both, and I was really scared then

My instincts were right He was a bad guy Good thing I ran

Moet to the living roo around and then he ca it in the waistband in the back of his pants