Him

Chapter two

"Ahh! Who's there." He said in a startled tone.

"Just me." I answered bluntly. He relaxed. Knowing I was a girl was probably a relief. I kept walking in the other direction, not entirely sure how safe I felt at the moment. He got up and followed me. I guess he was bored.

 I didn't know where I was going. I didn't care. I also didn't care that some random guy was following me, even though my instincts told me to be afraid. Suddenly I felt bored, so I tried to scare him. Probably a horrible idea, but hey? why not, right? I thought to myself.

"Why are you following me?" I turned around and yelled at him. His eyes widened in the moonlight. I couldn't make out his face but he had beautiful, piercing eyes.

"I have nowhere to go." He stated. Was he like me: Lost in this world? I wondered for half a second before laughing internally at myself for thinking something so conspicuous.

"How do you have nowhere to go? There's always somewhere to go." I said in a more calming tone once I had control over my thoughts. He looked at me for a minute before his piercing eyes narrowed.

"Sweetheart, My life isn't normal. I don't have the same opportunities as you. Now, run home to mommy and daddy." He said in a rough voice. The first thing I felt was pain. Hearing the word 'mom' was like a knife in my chest. I couldn't even think the word without feeling pain. The second thing I felt was anger.

 Pure anger. 

The pain washed through me and in a second I had my fist ready to connect with his face. I stopped myself, remembering that he was drunk, and decided to use words instead.

"Don't assume things. It's rough all over. Oh and by the way, I will never run to my parents. EVER." I said in an ugly tone. He just stood there, as if I said nothing, while I glared at him with hatred. Finally, after god knows how long, he broke the silence.

"Sorry." he said slowly, sounding like he meant it. There was another pause as my face softened.

"So, What are you doing out here all alone at night?" He asked me. with little cracks in his voice that sounded like he was unsure if he could ask me that. I was shocked that he even expected an answer. I owed him nothing. I fully intended to tell him to shove it, but I found myself saying the truth in a heartbeat.

"I am avoiding home. You?" I asked curiously now.

"Same." He sighed. We walked back to the slide and sat there in silence. I normally hate silence, but it was nice for a while. I wondered what his life was like, to want to avoid the place you should be comfortable in. Home. Isn't that the place where comfort grows? For me, and apparently him, the answer was no. While I pondered this, I also wondered why I answered him back there. Why I found it easy to talk to him and most of all, why I wanted to know more about him. Shouldn't I hate him for what he said to me? For his hasty judgments?

"Who was in the car with you?" I asked nervously after deciphering my thoughts, and ignoring them. He looked at me and for the first time I saw his face in the moonlight. Dark blue eyes, brown wavy hair, jawline, everything he felt was in his face. All his emotion was told through his eyes.

"The wrong type of people." He said bluntly. I realized then, that we both were empty, holes in our lives from things we couldn't escape.