Rachelle

Chapter 6

Picture of Brian.

Chapter 6

  I feel the sweat trails down my back as I do my morning jog. I don't know why the weather is so humid today; mornings like this makes me nauseate. I have my earphones on with my favourite songs playing but it's not helping. I came out of the house to relax my mind a bit but it seems like nothing is helping. After last night's conversation, I became more scared about the whole situation. Not that I wasn't before but after whatever Keith said, it's hard for me to accept that this might be some idiots trying to fool around with us because we moved in new.

          I'm still trying to understand why this man is threatening my family, and why he wants me to go back to Oklahoma. What is that he wants me to find out now, after all these years? All these questions are chewing up my brain. I barely got any sleep last night, or should I say, since we moved to New York. I need to start looking for a job, a maid to help me with the household work and to look after the kids when William and I aren't there. Keith needs to start going to school and Sara too, as this is her first year of school. I have no idea how am I going to continue my normal life with some psych stalking us.

          I'm snapped out of my thoughts when I suddenly bump into someone and fall to the ground. That was a hard fall I guess, and my elbow immediately starts aching. I take a look at my elbow to see the scratch I got, bleeding already. Me and my annoying, sensitive skin.

          "I-I'm so sorry ma'am," a voice calls out.

          I look up to see a handsome man, probably William's age, kneeling beside me with a worried look on his face. He had light, brown hair and crystal blue eyes which made him look extraordinarily good. His white t-shirt was sticking to his skin, popping out his toned body.

          "Ma'am?" his voice brings me back to reality.

          "Oh, I-um, no problem," I say half-stammering, throwing him a smile.

          "I don't think it is okay. I mean, you did get that scratch because of me," he says in his bold, manly voice.

          "It's fine," I say giggling a bit. "We get hurt everyday some way or the other."

          "Pretty deep saying," he says smirking and I get sunk into that face of his. One word to describe this guy; he is hot.

          William is hotter. My brain recalls and I mentally slap myself.

          "Here let me help you up," the guy says, giving out his hand to me. I smile and take his hand, and as I get up, I realize I hurt my hip bone as well. I push my entire weight on him before standing up straight, trying to ignore the pain.

          "Thanks," I say appreciatively.

          "That's not a problem," he says smiling. "Should I walk you home?"

          "Oh, no, that's alright. I live nearby," I say smiling back.

          "Really? I also live in the neighbourhood. Which is your house?" he asks, being entertained.

          "In block C, house 28."

          "I'm in block B, house 15. I moved in recently," he says, extending the conversation. So far, the guy seems friendly.

          "Oh is that so? We too, moved in recently, just like a week back I guess," I say, amused.

          "We?" he asks raising one of his eyebrows, which made him look beyond perfect.