What If

13

I am still on the road when droplets of rain started to fall. And a moment later, the droplets made my long sleeve shirt wet. When I looked up, I saw strong lightning followed by an angry grumble of a thunder. I slow down my paced. The drops of rain shattered my nerves that my hands trembled. I gripped my hold to the bike and let out a loud groan. I was left with no choice but to stop. I don't want to have an accident. Not tonight. Not ever.

I parked my bike under a big tree trunk and I rushed off to get my coat on the hood. Im soaking up wet when I slipped the coat on. Then my whole body shivered.

" Oh no. Not again..." I whispered to my self. Remembering that night when I am trembling and all soaked up from head to toe.

I sat on a dead tree trunk laying on the side of the street. I just sat there closed eyes. The coldness that I felt subsides a little because of the coat. And I felt like I wanted to sleep under the rain. I put my arms to my knees and curved my body to it. I can still feel the water dropping my back but I find it soothing.

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" What the...hell are you doing here?" I jumped off . Terrified from the deep strange voice. I looked up with a scared face. But was met by a very piercing green eyes. Those eyes!

I just sat there. My bottom on the muddy ground and my hand holding my knees. Wearing a horrified face staring at those weird green eyes.

I saw his face hardened. And a sudden force pull me up. In a swift motion I am on my feet. I felt the tight grip of his wet fingers on my arm. And I stood still.

" Why do I have to met you in a very strange way?" He whispered. Too soft that I thought he's talking to his self, not me.

I stared at him. He's all soaked up now and his damp hair falls to his face. Tiny raindrops ran down from his forehead to his nose. I saw his lips were also wet. He brushed his hair up through his fingers and I noticed a deep scar on his right temple. It's so visible that I began to wonder maybe it's the reason why he's having long hair.

" Jesus! Cant you even talk?" He shouted so loud that I feel my knees grew weak. I backed away.

He saw my reaction. And his face softened.

"N..no. I mean, Im so sorry I scared you that way. Im on my way home when I saw something on this side. I thought your some kind of animal. Maybe a deer or something. I wanted to shoot you but then I decided to checked first." His words were husky. Maybe from the cold rain.

As the words sank on my mind, I shuddered at the thought. My eyes grew wide in absolute horror! Who was really this guy? Shoot me? Oh my God!

"Y..your crazy! You could have killed me!" My voice is weak and trembling. I tasted rain on my tongue.

" Did I? I said, I was about to. But I didn't do it. Otherwise, your on the ground now blooded and lifeless." He said nonchallantly. He stood crossed arms under the rain. Not even bothered by the cold.

I glared at him in disbelief. He uttered the words carelessly as if like killing someone was an easy thing to do. I cough hard. Maybe from staying too much under the rain. Or maybe unable to imagine myself laying on the ground dead.

" Is that your ride?" He said pointing to my scooter under a tree.

I didnt say a word. I can't trust this guy. And my subconscious was telling me that this is danger!