Walking.Contradiction: Chapter 29

♦Chloe’s Pov♦

Coverted in the silky blackness underneath the trees behind Ryan Ross’s house, I was silent as a night owl swooping down on her prey.

I could hear nothing. Night had soon fallen upon the city and everyone was nestled in the warm bassinet of sleep. Besides me. I was alert and awake, even through the countless insomniac nights I’d helplessly endured.

Where was Ryan?

Do you think he knew?

But how?

It was impossible. I lied in wait, in my short black dress, black stockings, and elbow-length black gloves. I wore a black beret and I completely camoflouged in with the extremely black scenery.

It’d been a few hours and I could now see nothing. Finally, I heard a tiny click-click-click noise and I peered around the house to see Ryan trying to tiptoe into his house, glancing this way and that. He knew I was near. He knew it.

As he slowly, quietly pushed open his front door, I started to scale the walls of his house. I climbed onto the roof, and slid in through a hole in the ceiling that only an extremely thin person could fit into (I’d inspected his house before Ryan had appeared). Dropping through the second floor of the house, I slowly slipped into his room, inching myself all the way under a little bedside table with a tiny black patch of tablecloth that I could easily slip under.

After a few minutes, I heard Ryan slowly walked into his room, looking around suspiciously. He looked extremely afraid. Carefully, he began to gather up his most treasured things and it all went well for him – until, from the corner of his eye, he saw the glint of a knife.