Eyes on You

Prologue

I was walking when suddenly someone bumped into me. It didn't take a genius to figure out that the result was me falling down on my butt and it was hurting - like A LOT.

"Hey . . . what the hell? That hurt!" I yelled at whoever knocked me over.

I was looking for my cane - and yes, you got that right - I'm blind.

Arghhh! I wanted to punch that 'someone', whoever it was.

"I'm sorry." The most beautiful voice I had ever heard spoke. So deep and sexy for a boy or man-I think. I tried to imagine his face and without a doubt I put a handsome face to that attractive voice. 

I didn't even realize that I was frozen and too focused on imagining this stranger's face, when he started to speak again. "Hey . . . are you okay?" Oh My God! What a lovely voice, I could spend the rest of my life listening to it. He spoke again. "Hello? Is anyone there?"

I shook my head to snap out of my trance and yelled at him - again, "Do I look like I'm okay?" Too bad for him, I was already in a bad mood before he bumped into me. "Not only did my mother just tell me that she was getting married one week from now, without me knowing who the hell the guy is! I am so damn angry! And here you are bumping into me and now my precious butt hurts from the impact. ARGHHHH . . . ."

I keep ranting on and the words made me want me to punch that stranger with the deep, sexy voice. The jerk had the gut to laugh out loud, "Your precious butt? Ha ha ha . . . who the hell said that?" I couldn't believe it. Of all the things that I said, it was only the part of my butt that he heard. What a pervert.

 I was so angry and I could feel that my hand was so eager to punch him, but I had to do that in my mind unfortunately, because I didn't know where his face was. ARGHH . . . One of the cons of being blind.

So I just retorted back, "For the record, that was me who just said that. Or are you deaf? Do I have to repeat myself? MY BUTT IS SO PRECIOUS, SEXY and HOT. Did you hear me?"

What did I get? His laughter kept getting louder and louder. I gritted my teeth and still tried to find my cane. Where the hell did it go? Did it fly away or something? I kept reaching out of the ground and still couldn't find it. Ha! I had a plan!

 "Come here . . ." I said to him and I could hear him moving closer to me until I could smell his minty breath. I shivered and without a second thought I punched him. Yes! Finally, I could feel the satisfaction of punching the jerk. Ha ha . . . I mentally praised myself.

 "What the hell was that for?" He yelled angrily.

 "You know . . . just for annoying the hell out of me, besides bumping into me and then making me fall, and then my butt hurting- and then for not helping me instead of laughing like a hyena!" I kept ranting.

 "I didn't sound like a hyena." He yelled again and I could feel his body tense.

I laughed. That was true but I didn't have to tell him that. There was no way that I would give him some satisfaction by telling him that his laughter was so sexy. No way! Ha . . . I took off my sunglasses and put them on my head. "Now – now - Do you mind helping me find my cane?" I smiled sweetly at him.

 "What? After you punched me?! Are you CRA---errrr-- BLIND?" He stuttered, stunned.

 Finally, I knocked some sense to him. I didn't need his sympathy but I could play a little bit right? No shit, Sherlock! I mentally rolled my eyes. "So will you help me?" I pretended to cry a little bit for  effect.

"Yeah, sure . . . ." He whispered.

I felt a little bad for pretending to cry. "That's okay! I may be blind, but not weak. You don't have to treat me differently. I'm just messing with you."

"That's what she said. I know for sure that you are not weak at all. You punched like a man! Damn!" I heard him mumble.

"What was that?" I pretended to be innocent.

"No--Nothing. Here you go! Your cane . . ." He touched my hand and gave me my cane. When he touched me, I could feel an electric shock. Huh? What was that? Maybe it was just my imagination? Nah!  Just my imagination.

"Thanks, stranger . . . ." I winked at him - or at least that's what my Mom said when someone closed only one of their eyes. Never done that before.

"I have a name you know. Just call me Matt!"

"Sure thing, Matt. My name is Rosie. Well, thanks for helping me find my cane and release my anger. Ha ha . . . Punching you kind of made me feel better." I laughed out loud.

"Wow  . . . you're welcome," he said sarcastically.

I chuckled and then started to go towards my house. I was still in my neighborhood. That was why I was familiar with the surrounding area.

"Bye, Matt." I waved my hand. Then I felt a pat on my butt. I was shocked. What was that?

"Bye, Rosie. After touching your butt, WOW I feel soooooo . . . PRECIOUS." He was running and laughing.

"YOU . . !!" I felt my anger rising.

"See you next time! And close your mouth or you will end up eating flies . . . ." His voice was getting fainter and fainter.

"Damn him! What a jerk." But  I couldn't erase the smile on my lips because I still felt good after all, I could release my tension.

That was the first time I met Matt and didn't know that I would meet him a lot more . . .

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I don't know what happened, but my prologue was gone, so I uploaded it again just now..

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