to choose between

My pull towards him

POV SAPHIRE

                God I hate the sound of that alarm. Waking up to noise blasting into your ears has got to be the one of man’s most stupid inventions. Standing up and taking a look in the mirror I’m average at best. I stand about 5’5, caramel skin with dark hair the goes down my Back and chocolate eyes. Pretty decent body lots of curves but still nothing to write home about. Looking at the clock I notice it’s time to get my little sister up for school. “Cassie get your ass up and in that shower.” I already know I’m going to have to scream at least 3 more times before she actually does get up. So I head to take my shower and get up for the day.

                Stepping out the shower I grab my SpongeBob scrubs. Being that it’s Friday the kids in the cancer ward will be expecting a character on my for my weekend dance. It’s just a dance I do that makes them smile because they can always use that. Tying my thick hair in a ponytail I head down stairs to make breakfast and get my sister out the door on time. My sister bounces down stairs in a cut off belly shirt tight jeans and wedge sneakers. I shake my head at her because she is always flawless. 5’8 beautiful coco skin and a stylish hair cut with her signature bit of red dyed in the front. “Hey sis! Thank for the food but you know I’m on a diet for track. Can’t make nationals if I’m weighted down.” I roll my eyes because she’s as slender and perfect as one could be. “Ok Cassie just makes sure your home for dinner. I will be back about 5 from the hospital.” I say to the high school senior who doesn’t have a care in the world. With that she jumps in her car and is gone. “What am I going to do with her “I say and make my way to my car as well?

                “Sapphire again again!” I hear one of my patients yells excitedly. “I’m exhausted kids.” I say back and I’m met with a lot of protest. I promise the kids that I’ll do another dance later on but for now I have to attend to my duties. “Those kids get you every week.” My coworker Yolanda says to me. I smile at her. She short and sassy with a lilttle bit of Spanish accent and warm brown eyes. “Well the running man never goes out of style.” I say and we both laugh. “Miss Livingston. Go downstairs and get a refill for patient number 102 I need blood.” I inwardly groan at the beside manor that this troll of a man has. I’m angry that he refers to a little girl who is fighting cancer by a number. He’s tall and this with pale skin and eyes and just an all-around horrible man. “Yes doctor Taylor.” I actually have to take two flights of stairs down because our hospital has not upgraded the blood bank. It creeps me out down here because the lights have a habit of flickering and well it’s kind of spooky.

                I turn the corner and it sounds as If there’s someone already down here. Opening the door I freeze at the sight that is in front of me. 3 men dressed in all black stealing bags of blood. Automatically I hold my breath and stop moving in hopes that the will not see me. There are no lights on so I’m actually pretty hopeful. I close my eyes and become as still as possible thinking to myself that I’m only 21 years old I haven’t even begun to live. Slowly I take steps backwards praying with every movement that I can get out of this situation unharmed. I start to feel as though I’m going to get a way and turn my back to run when I feel myself being pulled with a force so strong that I get dizzy. I open my eyes and I’m staring right into a pair of eyes so dark they seem black as oil. His lips are so full that I find myself wondering what they taste like. And a body that I’ve only ever seen in the movies.  “What do we have here?” The strong husky voice says. “It looks like we have found a spy.” The one who was behind him said. “Please let me go I won’t say anything.” My voice is barely recognizable it sounds like a squeak. The one holding me has to be about 6’5 with the biggest set of arms and broadest shoulders I’ve come across. He takes both of my hands in one of his and lifts them over my head. Taking one quick stride he has me pressed up hard against the wall. I close my eyes and silently pray that I make it out of this. A tears slides down my face. With his free hand he wipes it away. I jerk at his touch. Not only for the fact that I am terrified also from the inhuman coolness of his skin. He leans in a says “beautiful girl don’t cry, I will cause you no harm.” And as soon as I open my eyes they are gone. “What the hell?’ I say to myself and a second later I’m sprinting upstairs.