I wasn't sure how it all happened, exactly. I just know that when it did, there was no turning back. It hurt that someone would make me feel this stupid, this useless, that I had to rely on some stranger to help me out of some mess I wasn't even sure meant anything to anybody.
But now that everyone that I loved was at stake, I had to do something. I couldn't just sit back and watch everyone get hurt. The least I could do was enlist in this guy's help, right? Just for my friends, my family's sake... Right?
But I didn't even know this guy! I was just told by my mother to come to this address, that if I could at least explain the situation, he would understand. Apparently he was a son of some old family friend. And apparently, my mother knew him in some way or another. Said he'd been in a situation like this before, and knew how I could get out of it. That he would help me.
Gathering up all the courage in myself that I could, I inhaled and exhaled a shaky breath. I was scared, nervous, and quite frankly terrified that someone would be willing just to go about and torture everyone that I cared for if I didn't give him what he wanted.
But apparently this guy knew what he wanted.
Who was this guy, anyway? How was I supposed to trust someone I'd only ever heard of? Was he some old man with a grudge that I'd have to work past with him? Or maybe he was my age, and I went to school with him and didn't even realize it.
Trying to push back all of my many doubts and suspicions, I pounded my fist on the door that I was standing before. His door. I was at this stranger's door, at his home, and I was about to get some answers out of him. And the thing was, I didn't know about half of the things that were going on. The only thing I knew was that whoever this guy was, he could help me with everything.
Putting trust into someone you haven't even met before.
That's what sounded so crazy, of all the things going on.
I heard the door creak before it slowly drifted open. Whoever he was, he wasn't expecting me, that's for sure.
I twisted my head around in search of any man's face in the doorway, until finally, a guy a little bit taller than I came around the door and stood in its frame.
My jaw threatened the lower as I stood in shock.
Deep green eyes stared into my dark brown ones, and messy dark hair covered his head, much like my chocolate curls that fell over my shoulders.
Whoever this guy was, he certainly took me by surprise.
And in a millisecond of a moment, I was sure of two things: A, This guy was NOT who I expected. And B, I was surely falling for those emerald eyes and mess of hair that stood before me.
