Castle Creek, the sort of place you would swear jumped straight from a Thomas Kincaid painting with its restored old buildings dotted with small shops and impressive forest far off in the distance. It lent a cozy, welcoming atmosphere that drew you in and wrapped around you like a sweater on a cold fall day. However, Harper Grace just wanted to know what the H double hockey sticks she was doing here. The ‘here’ would be the imposing building she was currently standing in front of , the sign at the front entrance read ‘ Haven House Apartments” but fortress was a more appropriate word reminding her of a medieval castle built to withstand invaders and raiders. If the outside was this excessive Harper wondered what the inside looked like. Was this some sort of a joke? Why would the church send her here of all places , she couldn’t afford to live here not even if she got multiple jobs and used all her money for rent instead of food and other necessary things. She frustratingly bit down on her thumbnail for the umpteenth time; the poor thing had been so abused in the last day and half that she was surprised she hadn’t drawn blood yet. …show more content…
“Woah easy there Baerchen I ain’t gonna do nothing to hurt ya” the voice grabbed her wrist before the punch could actually land. The owner of the voice was a tall man with curly sandy brown hair, angular face, blue grey eyes and a toothy smile “Do ya usually go around greeting people with punches? He asked