Listen to my voice.

Foreword.

She was standing in the middle of the airport. A terrible headache was irritating her too much, and she was holding her cell phone waiting for her mother's call—which by the way must have come more than half an hour ago. After about five more minutes, her mother told her that she would not arrive on time, and she would have to travel alone, which disconcerted and disappointed the brunette a little, causing her to let out a small sigh.

So now he would have to go on his own to a place he didn't know. And the next flight to where he would go would be in three days. Great.

The reason Harley and her mother were moving was for work, or at least that's what she led her daughter to believe. Mrs. Verónica was one of the best doctors in the entire state, and that is why she had been asked to go to the Americanwest hospital, and among other things.

After getting off the plane and doing all the paraphernalia, it was almost past midnight.

"Miss? "

The taxi driver was turning toward her, watching her expectantly.

Hearing his voice snapped out of his trance and jumped— "Oh, sorry!"

"We're here" he said, giving her a small smile.

He paid the man, and then he wished him good luck and to be careful, with a strange look on his face, as if he wanted to say something more, but as soon as he got out of the taxi, he ended up leaving.

He stepped forward into what would be his new home. The truth was very nice, it was two stories, a covered porch, a garage and a large patio.

His bad luck was found to be increasing, since not only had he forgotten the key, but when he was about to call his mother, his cell phone ran out of battery, causing him to curse internally.

She gave a few exaggerated yawns, having no idea what time it was, but then she heard a c***k that startled her. He frowned, looking around in the dark, not seeing much. The noise had come from the left, the first thing that came to his mind was that it could have been an animal. It was close to the forest, so it would be normal for a squirrel or other animal to walk there. He was trying to convince himself of that, when another creaking sound was repeated, similar to a footstep, and then a thud. That had been very close to where he was.

Holy, that would be his end!

He jumped up and took his suitcase and bag in his hands as the only weapon of defense. At least the books would hurt if he threw them at someone.

She heard another creak once more, and she acted like a complete fool, taking a step towards the side of the house, ready to send to hell whoever was there.

He did not expect to meet a silhouette face to face, nor that someone collides with it in half a second. He uttered a terrified cry, beginning to hit right and left. The other person started screaming at the same time, trying to protect himself.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, wait, wait! Hey, hey!"

Hee held her purse to stop him from hitting it, letting out moans of pain—. "What the hell do you have there?"

She stood still, her heart pounding hard in her chest. — "Books" — He shrugs, playing it down—. "What are you doing there?"

"I was just trying to go home."

"Are you kidding or what? Houses have a front door, genius! You scared me half to death!"

He scratches the back of his head — "That... that's a good point, actually. But you scared me to death first!"

"Well, I'm sorry I thought you were a serial killer!"

"How can you...?! Okay, how about you take it easy and stop yelling?"

She rolled her eyes, turned around and walked back to the front porch—. "Okay, I'm sorry. But I'm still kind of intrigued to know if you're really a serial killer or not."

He stepped toward her, putting his hands on her waist, — "Well, last time I checked, I wasn't" — She looked him up and down a few times.

She inspected him from above for a few seconds, until she nodded when she realized he wasn't, what she could tell was that they would be about the same age.

"Who are you? " —They asked in unison, causing them both to squint in their directions. — "You first."

"I'm the non-serial killer. Dereck. I thought it would be good to emphasize that. And I live next door." —He pointed to a house next to his and waved his hands. — "Now your turn."

"I'm Harley, I live here. I just got here today, in fact." —he whispered the last.

She raised an eyebrow and stared at him for a few seconds. — "Oh, no wonder she'd seen some moving trucks."

The street lamps that had been off until a moment ago came on, flickering a few times, but at last they were able to get a clear view of their surroundings. They didn't get to see faces well, though.

She didn't know what to respond to that, so she just smiled.

"By the way, I saw you were having trouble getting into your house. Do you need help?"

"Yes, well... wait. Were you spying on me before?"

"Yes, let him say no, well yes, but it's not what you think!"

He raised an amused eyebrow. — "And what do I think?"

"That I was stalking you." — he let out a sigh.

"Didn't you?"

"I was just watching."

"Yeah."

"Really!"

"Okay, I believe you."

"Thanks, and back to before." —I can help you. If you want.

"How?"

"I have my tricks." —After a few seconds the door was opened showing the inside of the house — "Ready."

"Wow, looks like you might be a serial killer after all." —he muttered to which the boy tried to keep a frown on his face, but a smile had already escaped him. — "Thanks for the help."

"You're welcome. Take care of yourself. See you sometime I guess."

"It was nice meeting you." —said the girl with a smile, grabbing her things.

" Same here. Anything else, you know I'm on the side. "

" Bye, Dereck. "

" See you soon, Harley. "