I squinted as my vision tried to adjust to the lighting of my surroundings; my head ached with throbbing pain which caused me to grimace as I sat up in bed. My body tensed...bed? Like a scene straight out of a horror movie memories of the night before surfaced. Brian cornering me, glowing eyes, hitting him, him throwing me against a wall, the mystery man and them turning into bloody animals!

My head whipped around as my heart started to pound rapidly in my chest. I was in my room, my bed...but how? Who took me home? Were they still here? How did they know where I lived?

Fear gripped at me and I shoved it off to the side, what if the two weren't here at all? What if it were someone else? Jay maybe? With that thought in mind I threw the sheets from around me and stumbled out of bed. Doing my best to walk with my current dizziness I managed to make it into the kitchen.

"Uncle Jay?"

Silence greeted me and disappointment built up inside me, of course he wouldn't be here, he was probably still on a destroyer somewhere in the middle of the ocean.

"Sorry to disappoint you little one but your Uncle's not here."

Spinning around, I reached out and grabbed the butcher knife from its set resting on the counter before turning to see who the voice had come from. Standing just across the counter was a man built like a mountain; he was well past me in height to the point where I felt like an insect. His brownish-blonde hair fell around his shoulders as he stood perfect in jeans and t-shirt, the stranger had his hands up as a gesture of surrender seeing the knife in my hand.

"Who the fuck are you?"

His brows rose in surprise, "a potty mouth for such a little girl" he chuckled. Anger ignited in me and before I realized I had launched the knife in his direction. He tilted his head, dodging the sharp object; his eyes darted to mine before I heard the dreadful sound similar to what I had heard last night.

His eyes shimmered, changing colors as he clenched his fist. "That was dangerous" he growled.

"You're like him...like Brian" I whispered taking a step back. Ignoring the pounding in my head, I tried to think of a way to get away from the stranger in front of me. Knowing his legs were long he could probably just leap over the counter and strangle me to death.

Upon finishing the thought, the handsome stranger had done just that, he leapt over the counter; a yelp came from my throat before I took the frying pan from the stove and swung it at him. He grabbed it before yanking it from my clutches, and putting it back where I had got it, I balled my fist before sending it flying forward. His face twisted in a scowl as he gripped my wrist holding it at my side "little one, I advise you to stop trying to hurt me, you won't succeed, at least not in the pathetic state you're in right now."

"Who the hell are you and why are you in my house?!" I screamed; he was getting on my nerves with his calm and collected attitude.

"This isn't your house sweets, its Jay's" he stated.

My eyes widened "you-how do you..."

"I'm a friend of your Uncle's he had asked me to check in on you from time to time but I kept my distance and watched you from afar...he'd be very disappointed to know that you've been lying to him about your well-being little one."

Ripping myself away from him it was my turn to scowl, "I don't need to hear that from you, you don't know anything" I hissed.

"I know your father's dead and your mother is somewhere...your Uncle didn't go into detail but he did say you're grieving. You're killing yourself little one" he frowned; his eyes were swimming with an emotion I tried my hardest to ignore.

"Why the fuck do you care?! Don't think you're responsible for me because of your damn obligation to my Uncle. I can take care of myself" I snapped.

"Of course you can, because you've done such a good job with your health in these three months...You need to move on from this" he told me.

I chuckled as I rolled my eyes, "everyone keeps saying that, but no one will tell me how to...Get out."

He sighed, before taking a step forward and gathering me in his arms, I fought him when he started to carry me toward my room, I still didn't know who this man was and if he thought he could take advantage of me without suffering he had another thing coming. "I'm not going anywhere little one" he whispered.

He put me back in bed before sitting on the edge, "I know you saw me and that idiot from last night change. I'll give you time to gather your thoughts before I tell you the answers I know you'll want. But for now, you need to focus on getting back to full health; you can't be doing reckless shit like you've been doing since you got here. I won't allow it."

"You're not my father" I grumbled.

"I don't want to be" he laughed, "I did promise your Uncle to look after you but since finding you, my objective for protecting you has changed, it's not just for your uncle anymore."

"You still haven't told me who the hell you are" I said narrowing my eyes at him, being near the mysterious guy made my insides burn, my skin heated and I felt like everything within me had come alive when he had touched me. I really didn't like the affect he had on me; he was someone dangerous, last night proved that.

But then again he had also saved me...shit, he was now inside my head.

"My name's Nixon."

"Full name, date of birth and social security number" I said grabbing piece of paper, I wasn't about to just trust his bloody words, nope. I needed proof, I'd be running a full background check on Mr. Tall, Sweet, Handsome as soon as I could.

Nixon stared at me, trying to decipher if I was being serious, when he knew I was he laughed and kissed my head "I won't hurt you baby, I'd die before that happens."

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Ok my loves, so Tori's got a short fuse and any stranger who appears before her while she has a killer hangover should beware! What are your thoughts on our mystery man aka Nixon? Is he who he says he is or is he another fake? Thanks for reading!

See you next time.

- xoxo T 💋