Back On The Road

Chapter 3

I was in my room, overthinking what I've just done. Did I really wink to a teacher? And what I said about his clothes.. That was beyond bad for a pupil to say to her married teacher! But those pink lips, those green eyes.. They made me feel something down there. I wanted him so bad. Even if it were for one time. I just.. Had to. 

I heard a loud thump from downstairs. My parents were fighting again.. I couldn't handle the noise. I searched for my phone, which was laying under a pile of information letters about the school trips, excursions and all those things from this year. Then I quickly made my way through the house and escaped the physical and mental jail. It had already gotten dark outside. But that didn't frighten me. I loved to walk outside. 

I was walking through the park with a slow and steady pace, enjoying the trees with their beautiful green leaves in silence, when I heard some loud noises coming from the front of me. There were five boys sitting on a old, wooden bench on my right side. They all were smoking cigarettes, and according to their behaviour, also drunk. I heard them shouting inaudible things with lazy voices. I hated this kind of boys. Machos with 'tough' clothes and stuff, always smoking, drinking and mocking people. They were the lowest point of our village. Acting all though. 

As I stepped through, I avoided stepping on branches and tried not to be very striking. I quickened my pace and looked the other way - but that didn't help. 

"What is a girl like YOU doing outside at this time?!" A black guy with dreads sprung up, and not to say that I'm the prettiest, but his ugliness scared me. He wore a worn, grey, brand less t-shirt, ripped jeans and some dirty sneakers. The one who sat next to him on the bench opened his mouth.

"Come on, Khalid, leave her alone".

I was surprised, I didn't expect one of those shady figures to tell his friend to back off, and that caught my curiosity. I looked to the side, the guy was tinted with pitch black hair in a quiff, which looked really soft, and was wearing a black jacket with badges on it. He was smoking and only glanced at me for a moment.

"Nice one, Zayn. I thought for a second that you were telling me what to do".  Khalid gave him warning look.

The guy - apparently named Zayn - glanced to his friend Khalid and at me and then returned to smoking his Marlboro cigarette without commenting a single thing. The coward! 

Khalid came next to me and slipped his tattooed arm around my waist. 

"What about you and I get to know each other a little better?" His breath smelled disgusting, a mix of smoke and alcohol, and he had a golden tooth, which was on full display when he grinned at me.

"What about you back the fuck off!?" I pushed him away and tried to walk away, but he gripped onto my arm tightly.

"I won't let you talk to me like that." His face was an inch away from mine and I was scared as hell, but I tried not to let him notice that. He was hurting me, and his friends were just sitting there - watching the play.

"Leave me alone, you creep!" I didn't know what to do and I was scared, so I kicked him in his stomach with all the strength I had in me and ran. I saw him falling down on the ground from my eye corners and heard him scream.

"You bitch! You will pay for that!" 

He tried to stand up and chase me, there was a doubting distance between us and I didn’t hear what he was shouting at me. I did hear another voice in the background, however.

"Leave it man, she's not worth it".

After I had fled from the so-called gangsters, I made my way back home. I had already left the park, and was now walking through the abandoned streets. There were only a few people out and every so often a car passed by. A woman dressed in a red coat with a Labrador walked past me. I took a deep sigh. The little meeting with the boys in the park had definitely fucked up my head even more.