Olivia
The Butlers’ residence was so alive with all the lights that were lit up around the place when Storm and I walked through the gates. I clung to his arms like a baby as we walked to the patio and into the house in silence. The living room was not that filled aside from the few kids and teenagers playing video games, shouting as their hands worked on the game console.
“Where are we going?” I asked Storm as he suddenly led me upstairs. “I thought we’ll go in the backyard.” That was what he told me before we left my house.
“We will.” He simply said as we continued our way upstairs.
When we stopped in front of the door to his room, he pressed his ear against it as if he wanted to know if someone was in there.
“Come on.” I faced him and pulled him with me as
