It's cold tonight. I mean, it is every night, but it's especially cold tonight. I continue to walk along the cold, deserted road. The only sounds I can hear is the music blaring in one ear and the occasional rustling of the trees in the other. I can feel eyes on me. I can feel them boring into the back of my head. I slowly take out the headphone that, up to this point, was in my ear. I look around for a bit to see if I could find the source of the noise that had pulled me out of my thoughts. Nothing. "Hmm. " I say to myself. I guess it's just my imagination. I put my headphone back into my ear, but just as I do, I hear a noise. I rip out my headphone and swiftly turn in the direction in which I heard the noise.
I look around for a while, then call out. "Hello? Is someone there?" I call, trying my best to hide my fear. "If someone is there, stop it, it's not funny." I say, obvious fear dripping from every word. "Ok, ok. Calm down. It's probably just an animal, or the wind. Yes, that's all it is. No need to freak out.:" I say to myself quietly, trying to calm myself down.
Just as I was starting to calm down and compose myself, I hear it again. It sounds like someone is behind me. I start to freak out again. I can feel them behind me. I can feel their eyes on me. I don't dare look back. I start to speed up. I need to get out of here. As I speed up, so does whoever is following me. Crap crap CRAP! I'm going to die. This is it.
As I did not want to die, at least not at that moment, and certainly not by the hands of some creep. I run... I run as fast as I can. As I am running I notice that it is raining. I hadn't realised, but it had been raining for a good few minutes now. Great! This is just what I need. Rain making it harder to see, and some fucking creeper chasing after me. I try to speed up but all I end up doing is falling over. Yeah, yeah. The cliché horror movie shit. Getting chased by a killer and you fucking trip at the most inconvenient time. As I was about to get back up and continue to run the fuck away from whoever is chasing me, I raise my head up to see a tall man with long black hair and wearing all black, standing in front of me with his arm stretched out to help me up.
I do the normal thing someone does when they are being chased by someone, falls and looks up to see some guy in front of them. I scream and back away from him.
"Oh shit. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you. Please stop screaming." He pleaded, now kneeling on the ground in front of me. "You didn't mean to scare me! I practically screamed. "Then what do you call chasing me down the fucking street!!?" I screamed. "What!? I wasn't chasing you. I live across the street." He says, pointing to the house across from us. "I saw you running then fall, so I was worried something was wrong and I came out to help you." He said calmly. "Not to mention it's pouring down rain." He says with a light chuckle. I look at him for a couple minutes, deciding whether he was being truthful or not. "I'm sorry. It's just. I was out walking, then I heard noises and all of a sudden someone was chasing me.. Then I fell, and I thought I was gonna die..." I trailed off. Tears appearing in my eyes.
He came a little closer. "Hey, it's alright. You're not gonna die. At least not unless we get out of this damn rain. " He said with a chuckle. "Come on. You can come inside and dry off and get warm then I'll take you home." He said smiling. I gave him a weak smile and nodded. "I'm Chris by the way." He quickly added. "I'm Jessica." I replied smiling.
When we got to his house he told me to just take off my shoes, socks and jacket here, then he will give me something to wear to warm up. I came out into the lounge room to him sitting on the couch waiting for me, smiling. He gave me a misfits t-shirt and some black shorts. I had to tie the string pretty tight considering these shorts were for men. I walked over to the couch and sat down next to him.
"See, isn't that better then sitting outside in the rain, waiting to be murdered?" He said jokingly. "Much better." I said with a laugh. "Do you wanna watch a movie?" He asked. "Oh, unless you want me to take you ho-" "NO!" I quickly cut him off. I can't go home. At least not for a while. It's a long story. "I'm sorry." I started. "It's just, I can't go home right now." I said quietly, looking down at the floor. "Why? What's wrong?" He asked sadly. I slowly looked back up at him. "It's just.. It's not the best at home.. Not with my dad and his anger issues." I said trailing off. "You see. He's abusive." I finished.
Chris looked enraged. "Does he hurt YOU?" He asked. Anger soaking every word. I just nodded. Not trusting my own voice. I was getting too chocked up. All of a sudden, I am enveloped in a big hug. "I am so sorry." He sounded... Hurt and angry. Like he could feel what I was feeling. He then pulled away and smiled at me. "How about that movie?" He said happily, but I could still hear the lingering anger in his voice. Happy that he changed the subject, I smiled at him and nodded.
While watching the movie, we somehow ended up with arms around each other. My arms were around his torso and my head on his chest, while his left arm was around my shoulders and the other was resting on my thighs. Oddly enough, I wasn't bothered by it. It was comforting.. I felt safe. Something I haven't felt in a very long time.
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