{"sf1_id":607803,"sf2_id":"qmyAYxWm","title":"Scarred Love (Page Six)","author":"Sorana_Mercy","words":551,"posted_at":"2013-10-29T04:14:00.000Z","tags":["Alvara","Sorana","intruder","running"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/607803-scarred-love-page-six","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/qmyAYxWm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/f6/f3/f6f3dd91-6a0e-49b5-9251-f452a2a89dd1","description":"#6 of Scarred Love\n\nNew page of Scarred Love, please comment!","content":"A pain filled groan slipped through my lips, my hand came up to rub my head where it hit the ground, the wound from earlier when I knocked myself out of the bed hurt already, this just made it worse.\n\nRemembering the intruder, I quickly leaped to my feet and gazed around, but the figure I had seen, was no where to be found, he must have hidden somewhere, the door hadn't opened and I didn't hear a window slide open either, so he must still be here.\n\nIgnoring the pounding in my head, I slid forward silently, hoping he wouldn't notice that I moved, I knew how these people worked, looking for anything of worth, disposing of anyone in their way.\n\nLooking around on the ground, I quickly spotted my trusty log, and scooped it up, gripping the end tightly in both hands I followed the sudden sound of rummaging, taking a steadying breath then moving forward.\n\nThen, I got an idea, turning around and walking from this room and into the kitchen, I looked around, and found what I was looking for, a knife, I loved knifes, they work perfectly for slicing up things.\n\nShaking my head to mentally clear my mind, I kept my log in one hand, just because, in this rather short time, I've grown to like this log, so handy; Chuckling to myself I picked a knife from the knife holder, and gripped the handle.\n\nTurning on my heel, I marched forward, determination making an appearance in my stride, I'd make this guy pay, if I didn't kill him, I'd just whack him a few times, teach him a lesson, no one bothers me or my cousin and gets away with it!\n\n'I'm so dramatic.'\n\nI thought briefly, as I got to the other room, slinking quietly in the corners of the room, I could see a shadow of a figure, he was in the other corner, ripping things out of a drawer, spilling most of the contents on the ground.\n\n\"Hey!\" I snarled, he jumped, dropping something on the ground, and spun around to face me, I now saw his face, he had a shaggy beard, thick eyebrows, a chubby face, looked to be in his mid 40s.\n\nHe fled from the room, going through another door and what sounded to be up some stairs, I quickly followed, and I was right, a flight of stairs was ahead of me as I looked into the doorway, must be another way upstairs.\n\nQuickly bounding after him, I rushed up the stairs and into the hallway which I exited earlier down the other stairs, he was looking back and forth, before rushing down the other flight of stairs down the hallway which were the main stairs **.**\n\nAgain, I followed, sprinting down the stairs after him, my breathing by now had picked up and made it hard to run up and down them, nearly tripping on them, I hopped onto the floor once I had scaled all the stairs.\n\nThen a bang alerted me as the door slammed shut, I saw a figure briskly retreating through the window. \"Are they gone?\" I jumped and spun around, looking up at the hallway upstairs, standing at the top of the stairs was my cousin, holding tightly a candlestick.\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"Scarred Love","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/607802-scarred-love-page-five.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/607806-scarred-love-page-seven.json"}}