You Know Where I Live Novels & Stories

He turned and looked at me. The shadows played off his face, making him look more sinister than he was. Well, at least from what I knew of him so far. He seemed gentle, sincere, and, well, a gentleman. I looked at him pensively for a few moments, unsure where to start, what to say — so much had already been said online and on Skype. Then it came to me. “Sir, where do you live?” “I live in Dennis. And you, little blue bird, you live in Brewster?”

I scoffed, "OF COURSE I DO!" "Oh my duck..." I muttered, "I...?" "You know that place... how?" Adam asked. I frowned, "That's my freaking address!" Their eyes widened, "That's your house?" "No." I rubbed my eyes, "It's technically theirs. I'm still living with my parents. So it's our address." "Are you saying that they're living in your home, back in Ohio?" Nodding awkwardly, I stood up and coughed, "Should I go pack my stuffs... or what?"

I could tell that my words eased some of his mind by the look on his face. “So the next question I have then is, I live in Maine, and I know you live in Vegas normally or within The Academy. Would you be opposed to relocating? You know, maybe stay with me here in Maine?” He asked sheepishly.

“And we will. I know where she lives. I know how to hurt her like she hurt your sister.” “Where does she live?” “Ayerie woods.” ----

November 4, 2003 – 23:00 “This is indeed an interesting idea you have. You know the UK also wants me 6 feet under, right?” “I am aware yes, but according to our records, you live in the UK, so I can reasonably assume you know your way around the city.”

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Yes, I will not know the stranger. 💰💰💰💰💰💰💰

You think you’re better than me? You think you can do this to me? I know where you live. I’ll show you can’t do this to me.

A faint, unreadable tightness around his mouth, like he was working hard to keep something contained. "You," I said, which was possibly the least intelligent thing I could have said, but it was all that came out. "Me," he agreed. "How do you know where I live?" "I have people for that." "That's not comforting." Something almost like amusement flickered across his face before disappearing again. "I'm not here to comfort you."

And I know. I just know.