I stood at the door to Tyler’s house. I was going to give him some brownies, that after last night when I told mom everything. She agreed to help make.

I knocked three times, hoping that it would be Tyler who answered the door.

I took a deep breath as I heard it un lock.

The person behind the door wasn’t Tyler. He looked close to Tyler. Expect he had light, light ocean blue eyes and his hair was a few shades lighter.

“Hi,” I said as he stood in the frame of the door, “My family heard you just moved in and we made you some brownies.”

I held out the plate for him to take. Where was Tyler? I thought he was the only one here.

The boy shook his head, “No thanks. I prefer something more like a drink. A red one. Maybe you know it.”

Something about what he said made me want to run. And never stop.

“Is Tyler home?”

The boy nodded, “Tyler’s home. But he’s busy upstairs why don’t you come in and I’ll grab him.”

He stepped aside and I walked in. It was a huge house. The boy led me to a room that was filled with couches. They all looked old.

“So who are you?” I asked turning around to face him.

He gave me a quick smile, that made chills run down my back, “I’m his brother. He never mentions me, Tyler’s not one to brag.”

I remembered my conversation with Tyler. He mentioned a name. Malachai I think.

“Oh, maybe he didn’t mention you. Malachai.”

The boy smiled, “Maybe he does brag. Call me Kai.”

“What are you doing here,” Tyler came in the room and stood a few inches away from Kai facing me.

I held up the brownies, “My Mom baked these. She asked me to bring them over.”

Tyler pushed the brownies aside, “You need to leave. Now.”

I looked at Kai who was still giving me that smile.

“Okay,” I said I walked past them and out the front door. Something about the way Tyler spoke made me want to leave.

“I really can’t stand you!” I heard Tyler shout.

“Then why are you still listening to me?” Kai wasn’t mad but he did speak loud. It almost sounded like he was enjoying this. Enjoying the fight.

I dropped the brownies in front of the door and ran home. On my way out I bumped into a girl carrying boxes.

She dropped them, groaning as she bent down.

“I’m so sorry,” I said, picking one up and handing it to her.

She tried to smile, “It’s alright.”

She walked away her black hair barely touching her shoulders.

I took a quick breath and then started running.