Saved By The Blind Boy

Gulley.

I stared at Quin's short brown hair in the back of his head as he walked over to the lady. His face was pulled tight and then he walked out with the lady and her son. When they walked out the door the sunglasses kid whipped his head back around to look behind him. His line of sight met me and if he didn't have the sunglasses on I am sure he would have been staring into my eyes. Then the moment ended and the door closed behind him with a muffled squeak.

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I screamed and screamed and screamed as I went down, down down. Into the darkness I fell with nothing but my screaming echoing around me. My limp limbs flailed around me until I landed in a heap at the bottom of the hole. My head whipped back and hit the ground harshly at the same moment my back, bottom and the rest of my body slammed into the ground. I moaned loudly in pain and tried to move only I was paralyzed in fear and pain. My body felt as heavy as a rock as it slowly started to sink into its own ocean of pain. In between heavy breaths I shouted until my throat and mouth become numb. Then-

An outside force started to shake me as I opened my arms seeing a dark figure above me. I yelled and with shaking arms tried my best to hit the shadow and get away from it.

"Hey! Hey! Calm down!" Shouted a familiar voice.

I stopped immediately and looked up to see the outlined figure of Peter. He had his hands encasing mine, probably to make sure I didn't hit him again. I closed my eyes again and let out a long sigh.

"God, Peter. I'm sorry, it's just-"

"It's okay." He said as I opened my eyes. "Hey look at me. You are alright, it was just a nightmare."

I nodded faced with the only choice of agreeing with him.

He smiled slightly and moved his knee so he was straddling me. I looked around and noticed that we were in the same place we had fell asleep in, a bed in Peter's guest room where we were watching a marathon of Criminal Minds.

He let go of my hands and put each of his hands on either side of my head. He leaned down and kissed my neck. It tickled so I shrugged my shoulder.

"What time is it?" I asked Peter who had returned to kissing my face now too.

"I" kiss "don't" kiss "know" kiss on the lips.

I moved my head to the side to look at the alarm clock.

1:00

I gasped.

"Peter I was supposed to be home by ten!" I yelled and tried to push him off me.

He groaned annoyed and kept kissing my neck.

"Peter I am serious!" I told him frantically.

He frowned and rolled off me. I quickly got up while he told me how cute he thought my serious face was. I pretended not to listen as I grabbed my keys, purse, and phone. He bid me a farewell kiss and I drove back.

My mom had fell asleep and the next morning she asked when I had got in since she fell asleep an hour earlier. Peter was joyful that I wasn't grounded but it didn't seem right.

~

I was walking home today since Chrys had to leave earlier from school today for some reason and my mother couldn't pick me up. My car was taken a year ago when I completely crashed it and and it wasn't in the budget to get a new one.

I was was half way to my house when it started to rain.

Just my luck.

I kept walking in the rain as I watched the cars speed by on the road next to me. I walked on the cracked side walk while the rain drops pelted my head and matted my wet hair against my head.

I tripped over a large piece misplaced in the sidewalk and fell on my hands and knees. A burning sensation took over my hands and knees and I felt like it couldn't get worse until my backpack unzipped itself from the over packed books and half of my books fell into the rainy sidewalk riddled with puddles.

I was aware I must look like a crazy person by now but I could have cared less. I picked up my hands and leaned back on my knees which hurt worse. As I started to pick up my binders and notebooks that were soaked and put them back in my bag a car horn honked. I looked over at the road to see no one else but the Peter himself.

"Hey." He said watching me.

I frowned and put my last folder in my backpack then zipped it up and slid it on my back.

"Are you following me?"

Peter ignored my question.

"Do you need a ride?" He asked. I could tell by his voice, even with my back to him, that he had a smirk on his arrogant, stupid, ugly, horrible face.

 I stood up and started to walk again not bothering to pay attention to my hands or knees. They hurt like hell. I ignored Peter's question like he ignored mine.

"Let me help you." I heard behind me. I turned around and saw Peter there out of his car behind me in the rain.

I shook my head.

"I think you've done enough," I then added in quickly, "Gulley."

I saw him wince. He hated his last name especially all the rumors surrounding it. As an only child he was the one son Mr. and Mrs. Gulley whom had tried many times to have a baby but only coming up short as the baby died. Peter's father became an alcohol addict before Peter was born, thinking he was cursed. When Peter came his father never could regain his sanity and threw a glass vase at Peter's mother. She filed for divorce and a restraining order. His father spent the next few years trying to get his life back together, all the while hating his past wife. Ms. Gulley made sure Peter's birth certificate was changed so it showed her last name. She became distant and Peter was forced to be raised by a nanny.

And I was one of the only people who knew the truth about his father.

He looked at me then grabbed my backpack. I tried to grab it back but he held it out of my reach.

"Come on. I'm driving you home." He said.