Pretty Please With a Cherry On Top

Sherry

9:01 pm August 23 2007

Holy shit George is in love with me. What?

"What does that have to do with anything? Just because you love me doesn't mean you have to know my address! I...I..."

I trail off. I can't form words. Nothing comes out of my mouth but labored breaths. He's looking at me with eyes of fear but also such deep concentration and focus. 

"Sherry, I know its weird but fuck. If I told you how I knew you'd leave me. You'd never want to see me again and I cant- I cant let that happen." 

He looks away. Not shyly, not embarrassed.  It's like he is trying not to loose control over himself and his emotions. His hand is shaking while holding my wrist.

"Sherry..."

He's freaking me out now. This isn't the George I know. The shy George who never talks in school, the George that picks up my pencil and looks at me in the hallway. No, this George is the George who looks like he could hurt me. The George that is scaring me and making me want to run away.

"George..you're scaring me..." His breath is so labored and heavy, it would be hot if I wasn't in this situation where I am at the hands of a potential stalker. 

There's nothing I can do but stand here and wait for him to do something.

He grabs me and pulls me close. He drenched in sweat and rainwater. 

"Sherry, please...let's walk home. " 

"I don't want to walk home with you. Leave me alone!" My mind was racing. I was shaking. I'm scared. Someone help me. Anybody. 

His pupils are the size of needles. He's angry. He's angry...at me. I flinch at the look in his eyes. In this moment I feel fear. I don't want to be scared. He's never been violent.

"You will love me. You just don't see it yet do you? I'm the one for you. No one can or will ever love you like I will." He's panting and his grasp has gotten tighter on my wrist and waist.

"George let me go. Please let me go." I'm crying, sobbing. It hurts me. His grip on my waist and wrist is clenched so tight on me. Like he never wants to let me go in fear I'll leave him. But for a split small second it loosens. This is my chance. I run. I run like my life depends on it. I have never run so fast. My legs are on fire and burn like I'm in an eternity of fire and lava.

Don't stop running, Sherry. Keep going. Loose him. Run and don't look back. It's not safe here. 

Is what my mind says. My legs feel like they're going to fall off. It's raining and pouring. The street lights are my only guide. I don't know where I am. I'm running off of instinct and instinct alone.

I slip and my leg has a gash in it. It's bleeding but  I can't let up. I get up and run as fast as I can until I see a truck stop. I stumble in.

"Hey, lady! Lady, are you okay? Miss? Miss?" his voice is getting softer but his face is getting more concerned. Hm. I'm really tired. Real tired. I might just.. close my eyes for a second. Yeah..

"Miss, Miss? Speak to me please.."

So tired..

"Honey, I've got the medical coming to help you..hold in there.."

Medical? For what? Oh that's right, I fell. Oopsie.