The Lost One

Chapter 10

"Do you always eat everything off the menu?" Ethan examined.

I stared back up at the menu above the cashiers. "Depends on the day." I shrug.

I looked back at him from the menu. He smiled from ear to ear like a Cheshire Cat. I tried hard to fight it, but in the end I smiled back.

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"Drop me off here."

After we ate I remembered I have a defense class at 1:20pm. Ethan doesn't know about it... I didn't want him to be worried that I didn't feel safe or anything.

I did feel safe, when I'm around Ethan I feel safe.. But the truth is Ethan isn't always going to be there.

So I told him to drop me off at the bank which was a block away from the class. I was taking a private lesson.

"When do I pick you up?" Ethan asks as I open the car door. I look back at him freezing in place. I shift my eyes, while replying,"Um, I'm going to go shopping for a little while too so I'll have a friend pick me up." I smile towards him.

He examines my face. "Sure, okay."

I shut the door and walk off.

Once I make it to the outside of the building my hands are practically sweating everything i drank today. I don't know why I'm nervous... I've taken lessons before... I'm a bit rusty but still.

I walk in and am greeted by the lady at the front desk. I nod and walk to the back because, she knew who I was anyway.

I walk to the door that reads "Beck".

Beck Taghons.. Is the most badass dude you will find in his town. Leather jackets motorcycles and in the past... Gangs. He's my teacher.

I walk in, he's gazing out of the window coffee in hand. He puts the coffee down without taking a glance towards me as I watched his muscles flex. He turns around as I quickly avert my stare.

"Ready or not?" He rudely asks. Ugh this attitude is normal. He's 24 and a half but whose counting right?? Haha........

I get right  up on the mat and bow.
I kick high towards his right shoulder. He grabs my leg twisting it, I do a spin and unwrap my leg from his grip, posing in a fighting position.  I punch his chest like a punching bag keeping my eye on the prize. Switching to my legs I kick, but once again he grabs it bringing us down to the mat him on top of me.

This is where I always get stuck..

"Cmon Julia, you got this.. Think it through," he told me staring straight into my eyes.

"Think of Jared... Don't give him the power." He said again his minty breath fanning my face.

I turn my head, close my eyes and get into focus.

Kicking his crotch I flipped onto his back and wrap my arm around his neck. In a fake choking position.

He froze.

"Beck?" I question, "you okay?"
I tried to get a look at his face but by this time he flipped back on top of me.

"You're getting weak Julia what's going on?" He examines me.

I look back at him, sadness filling my eyes. I gulp.

I look to the side.

"Julia.." He says again lifting my chin up.

"I-" my voice cracks, "I..." I try again. "I...." I take a deep breath, "have cancer." A small tear escapes my eye.

He got off of me and sat down giving me a hand up.

I fix my shirt.

"What do you mean?" He questioned his dark eyebrows furrowing.

"I mean .." I try, but the words, get lost.

"Julia??" He asked again a little more upset this time.

Frustrated I replied, "IM GOING TO DIE.."

His eyes shot up horror struck through them.

" OKAY?! Is that CLEAR ENOUGH FOR YOU?" Gaining self-control I try again, he just sits there his eyes full of fear, "it's really bad okay? So I'm sorry if I'm weak, it's not my fault, I'm really trying." I turned around a tear slipped from my eye. I furiously wiped it away. Grabbing my purse I looked for my wallet. It was gone...

I cussed. Pulling my hair, I think over everything. I start to sob, trying my best to stand upright but in the end I end up sliding down the wall covering my hands over my face.

I hear him coming over, as he sits next to me wrapping his arms around me kissing my forehead. "It's going to be okay," he whispers in my hair, "I'm here for you."

"Don't let go Beck.. Please.."

His breathing hitches. "I won't." He kisses my hair and I buried my face in his chest while he wrapped his arms around me tighter.