I'm not alone

Chapter Ten

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Chapter 10

He had offered to take me home but I hadn't accepted. I wouldn't tell a stranger where I lived so we decided to meet at school, there where the previous day I'd seen him leaning on his car. It was Saturday and I usually stayed home, locked in my room, absorbed between pages of a book, and that's probably why Mom was speechless when she saw me take my bag and head for the door. She didn't ask me where I was going but curiosity was visible in her eyes. Even if she asked I wouldn't tell her that I was meeting with someone, for more with a boy. I knew how she would react, she would try to stop me, to protect me from someone hurting me, but this time I didn't want to be protected by someone. I wanted to live like the people my age, like Lola... I was tired of being different, tired of my pessimistic thoughts.

He was wearing dark jeans and a black sweater that contrasted his golden hair and his eyes.He looked like a model from a magazine. Lola would say he looked like Brad Pitt and Kivanc Tatlitug brought together, I know. He was attractive but I felt reserved against him, I didn't know him, I couldn't form any thought about Roel, his arrogance and severity to the limits of conceit. He was again just a boy in my eyes.

"I thought that you wouldn't come and that I'm just an idiot for hoping that you would come."

"Well, I'm here." - He smiled and than gestured for me to go near him. I threw just one uncertain step.

"Come."-He opened the door of his car and gestured for me to get in.

"Where are we going?"

"Surprise."

"I don't like surprises. I want to know" - I didn't like to be kept in the dark, I didn't like to not be in control.

"Where would be the beauty in this if I told you. Wait a little."

And I didn't ask anymore. I didn't want to think that I was crazy and paranoid. I didn't want him to meet that girl, I didn't like to be that stiff girl with her, I wanted to be another Clara, a Clara that even I would start to know from now. I wanted freedom.

With every minute that passed, every minute he was concentrated in driving his car through the full traffic of our city, my anxiety increased even more. Where was his taking me? Why the hell had I accepted to go with him? It was crazy, he could be a serial killer or a trafficker and I could well finish as a prostitute in another country, just from a wrong choice.

We were leaving past us our city, and the farther we went the more the traffic reduced. Maybe we were going to the Highland mountain, we could see the mountain, it looked superb but threatening at the same time.

"Aren't we going to the funicular?"- I asked after he passed the road leading to the famous cable car that was on that mountain.