A brisk wind snatched at my hair, making an eerie sound as it whistled through the swaying trees. From across the fence, my neighbor’s dog kept barking and I felt adrenaline course through me. The wind, the dog… they were like signs of imminent danger. You’re freaking yourself out, Brianna. I told myself. Get a grip. I couldn’t lose it now; I had to keep going. For once, I had something to live for!!! I was out; I had broken away from my mother’s control.
Looking back at that awful house and then at the silent street stretching into the distance ahead of me, I had the sense of freedom. It was if I had been locked in a windowless, airless jail cell for years and had just escaped. I smelled the fresh air and finally looked at the world in a completly, different spectrum. Relief washed over me, accompanied by fear. I was still on our street, still in view of that prison I used to call "home." I had to keep running, running as far as I could. And so I did.
My lungs were burning, my legs were screaming, my breathing was ragged, but I didn’t stop. I was free! I had a chance at a new start, a new life!!! For the first time, I felt hope. Those feelings gave me a new burst of energy, and I ran with renewed strength down the road, leaving my old life behind me. I’m free, I’m out! I can do this… just don’t stop….
And then I felt it. That tingling, make-the-hair-on-the-back-of-your-neck-prickle kind of feeling. The feeling that someone, or something, was following me. Fear rippled up my spine, and my skin broke out in goosebumps. Suddenly, the neighborhood seemed far too quiet, as if a giant glass had just been placed over us, muffling the sounds of the wind and that damned dog. In this new silence, I became aware of my feet hitting the pavement, every footstep like the fall of a brick on the cement. Every beat of my racing heart sounded like the pounding of a hammer. Ugh I'm being ridiculous. What the hell am I scared of?!?! No one is following you. By now, I was gasping for breath, feeling as if I could collapse to the ground in exhaustion! But I kept going, one heavy footstep after the other. I pushed myself harder, felt the wind rushing past me, saw the white lines of the road slide by in a blur. Keep going, Brianna! I screamed at myself. You can’t give in now. Don’t. Stop.
BAM! I felt a cold, hard hit, as I realized I had ran into a pole.
"Owww....." I replied.
The hit gave me a sharp headache. I gasped, as I reached for my forehead, and felt the pain stinging, as my brain felt like it was rolling inside of my head. My eyesight began to blur, as my sinuses went wild!!! Dizziness took over my body. I reached and grabbed my head to keep it in place. I stumbled back and forth, as I examined my forehead. I rubbed my hands all over my forehead, making sure I didn't get any cuts. There wasn't any blood. Thank God. I rolled my eyes at myself. Smooth Brianna. After the pain started to drift away, I turned to keep going. I was staring at my box of clothes, walking rather slowly. Suddenly, I felt someone bump into me.
"Ow! Hey! Watch where you're go-..."
I looked up, and saw what I thought was one of the most beautiful things I had ever layed my eyes on. There he was, standing there with a smile that automatically made me forget why I was mad in the first place. He was tan and very muscular. He was shirtless, and had a incredibly well-built body. He had luscious, black hair. His eyes were almond-shaped, but a very dark color. He was about 5'10. Perfect.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!!! I didn't see you there! Are you alright?" His voice sounded deep and husky. Honestly, it sounded incredibly hot.
"No...uh it was my fault." I said, gulping the extra words down my throat.
"Hey, I haven't seen you around here?" He said, smirking at me.
"Well, I haven't seen you around here? I've lived here my entire life." I replied, smirking back at him.
"Oh, have you? Do you get out much?" He said, jokingly. He laughed, as I began to get furious.
To me, it wasn't very funny. He, obviously, was referring to me as one of those "you're not experienced" kind of girls and "I shouldn't be out on the street" type of thing. I knew what he was doing. Well, he wasn't going to get away with it.
"It's complicated," I said, rolling my eyes, "Now if you excuse me," I said, pushing his broad shoulders aside, "I have to go."
"Hey. Don't go, I was just joking." He said, biting his lip, trying to hold his laugh.
"Well, I don't have time for this. I have to go somewhere." I said, obviously lying.
"Well, where do you have to go? I can drive you there if you want?" He replied, suddenly interested.
"Um, no its okay. I'll just walk." I said, beginning to walk again.
He ran in front of me, forcing me to stop.
"Wait!!!" He shouted.
"What?" I screamed, annoyed as hell.
"How far is it?" He asked, staring at me with concern.
"I don't know...I guess you were right. I don't get out much." I replied, shrugging my shoulders in disapointment.
"Listen, I'm sorry about that. I really didn't mean to be offensive." He replied in defense.
I stared up at him, looking deep into his dark-shaded, beautiful eyes. He smiled wide, and smirked at me again. I made a face, and looked down at my clothes.
He laughed a little bit, "You need a little help carrying that?"
I looked up and hesitated the thought of having a complete stranger holding my clothes. Once part of me was agruing "The box is getting heavy. And who knows how long you'll have to walk?" The second part of me was saying "No, what if he takes off with it!!!" My stomach ached from hunger, and my head was beginning to spin, probably from the stupid pole.
I laughed, "What a great idea, but I think I'll just take it from here. Thanks for the bruise."
I looked down at my arm, and rubbed it. Ow, that really did hurt.
I turned to start walking again, but suddenly felt him grip onto my arm.
"Hey!" I shouted, smacking his arm away.
"OW! What the hell was that for?!" He yelled, as I stared at my red handprint on his arm.
"Ooo, I'm so sorry! I just...I have a "thing" for violence." I said, running over to him to check out his arm.
He gave me a small smile, "Yeah, I guess so?!," He laughed, "I wasn't going to hurt you, by the way."
I smirked, "Thanks for the information. I'm really sorry about that. I really didn't mean too."
He smiled, "Don't worry about it. I totally understand."
I smiled back, about to stare into his eyes, but was suddenly reminded of the sickening thought of "I had just ran away from home, and my mother could realize it any moment." I gulped, as I looked down at my box of clothes again, trying to form a plan. He caught my eyes, and smiled.
"So, uh, what are you doing here with a box of clothes anyway?" He said, rubbing his arm. Poor guy...
I gulped. "I just moved out, because I just graduated from highschool, and I'm turning 18 soon."
He raised one eyebrow at me and gave me a suspicious look. "Oh really?"
"Yes, really. What, you don't believe me?!" I said, trying to avoid another temptation to stare.
"No, I don't believe you, but anyways. So, how's your life?" He said, crossing his arms and stared at me.
"It's amazing! I wouldn't leave it for anything. I have the best mother and a wonderful father." I lied, obviously.
He laughed, "Yeah right! In this town?! I don't think so. Who are they?!"
"Uhhh...let's not talk about that. What about you?!"
He smirked, "Uh....let's not talk about that." He said, mocking me.
"Ugh, whatever. Now, I REALLY have to go." I replied, rolling my eyes, and began to walk faster.
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Why, Hello Happiness.
Random(Previously known as I Was Perfectly Happy Until You Came Along...Yes, I'm Lying You Idiot.) Brianna Lewis is not your average teenage girl. In fact, she's far from it. She grew up in a town, not known by the government, called Purple Thread, Neva...
