The Catalyst

Chapter VIII: Flashbacks

Dante visited Layla after school about a week later. Dante wanted to take her out to an old coffee house around the corner from the school. And so he did. Layla's father had disproved but her mother decided yes. Dante and Layla walked their way to the coffee house in the cold wind and snow. Dante had relized that it didnt blizzard everytime it snowed now. As if everything stayed beutiful and calm.

When they made it to the coffee house, they ordered their coffee and sat at the table in the corner. "So i want to know about your past Dante?" Layla said. Dante did not expect these words nor did he want too. His past was something he never mentioned to Layla and he wasnt planning to. "Its very, uhh, complicated." Dante answered. "I still want to know. What? Cant I know where my boyfriend has been all my life?" Her words flattered Dante. He couldnt just let her wonder about it forever.

"I dont know where i was born" he started. "I never knew my birth parents. I never even saw them. My foster mother Jay took me in after she found me left on her porch; at least thats what she said. But i was raised by her in solitude from the outside. She never let me out of the house, besides to get the mail." Layla looked at Dante with wonder as he continued his past life. "I never went to elementry school, or middle. I was home schooled for all my life, up until now of course." Dante sat and tried to remember some more when the coffee they ordered had came.

"So you dont know much about your past huh?" Layla said. Dante starred at her and gave a small grin saying yes. "So what about you?" Dante asked. "Have you got a story to tell?" Layla shook her head no lightly. "No. Not really. I was born here, raised here, and ive never been anywhere else. I was born in May, if you wanted to know." Dante looked at Layla wanting more, but to no avail.

After they had drunk their coffee and talked awile more they left the coffee house and headed back towards Laylas house. They walked about halfway when a car drove up beside them. A man came out and pulled a knife on Dante. A flash went through Dante's mind as a image appeared in his head of a woman being stabbed. He than came to realization and kicked the mans hand. The knife went up and landed on the ground beside Dante. Dante picked up the knife and gestured it towards the man. The man left fast out of fear.

Layla was left in aw, and in fear after that. She didnt know why it happened or how Dante knew to do that. Nor did she need too. After they got to Layla's house, Dante walked up to the door with Layla. She had a grin on her face. It wasnt so much as a happy grin. But more of a "wanting" grin. She opened the door and starred at Dante. "You know" Layla said. "They arent home." Dante was suprised. After all they were only 15. But he couldnt say no to the seeming offer. They both went in and went into Layla's room. Dante sat on her bed as she went to the bathroom. He wondered if this was right. If he should do what he thought was coming. Layla came in the room with very short, shorts on and a shirt that barely covered her stomach. She went up to Dante and said, "Thank you for saving us", as she started to lift Dante's shirt off.