The Way He Looks At Me
Connie smirked, then turned around and stared around the house, “Did that stupid father of yours finally pass away? That's such a relief. I hated that man.”
“Connor, please! I beg of you, leave!” Lucas pleaded.
“Alright, I will leave.” Connie stated, “But first, you'll have to give me your razor. As you can see, I really need to shave, and a change of clothes, and food and money.”
“You're a fugitive. I can't help a fugitive!”
Connor's jaw tightened as he glared at Lucas, something deadly flickering across his creepy-looking eyes.
“Alright, fine.” Lucas finally said, knowing that nothing good would come out of antagonizing Connor, eager to get him out of here. “The bathroom is that way.” He p
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