The Final Season

Chapter 12

Note: Sorry I couldn't update sooner! I just got notice that my soccer tryouts are starting August 19th and I'm trying to get back in shape. It's so bad, I'm going to die when tryouts come. Anyway enjoy the chapter and thanks for all the comments and votes! Love you guys!

Chapter Twelve

My hand was beginning to hurt as I continued to pound on the door like a crazy person. I was surprised that the neighbors hadn't heard my cries yet. Maybe I should run over to one of their houses, then again if it was taking forever with Davis it will probably take forever with them too. Does he not know how to answer a door? This could be life or death for all he knows and he's probably snoring in his bedroom. I peered over my shoulder to see that the guy was in a closer proximity now but I must have kicked him pretty well in his shin and he must not run too often because he had slowed his pace down since the beginning of our little escapade.


I never thought something like this could ever happen to me. As stupid as it sounds I always thought I was immune from this kind of stuff, like it could never happen to me. News flash Iris, you're an idiot. Who runs in the middle of the night anyway? You kick him in the shin and you call yourself a soccer player? You couldn't do a little better than that? You deserve to get kidnapped. Okay so now I was talking to myself. Great. Good to know I've completely lost my sanity.


For a second I almost gave up on the knocking and was so tired that I wanted to surrender. I was tempted to sink to the floor, hang my head in shame, and let him take me. My throat felt dry and raspy from all of the sobbing, that was still coming out of my mouth, whether I could help it or not. My legs were still aching, everything was aching, and I had the worst headache right now.


I cried harder when I realized this was probably it for me. That psycho was going to reach me soon and then drag me to a warehouse or some abandoned building where nobody would hear my screams, or think anything of them, and kill me. The door flung open and I literally threw myself on Davis. I could care less that he was only in a pair of sweatpants right now and shirtless. I clung to him like a five year old clings to her mother on her first day of school.


"What the--" he stumbled back when I gripped onto him. This was what--the second time that I sobbed on him like a complete maniac? At the moment I couldn't care, even if I wanted to, I don't think I could keep the desperate cries from escaping my lips. I think I had to let all of this out. I think the fear from the situation was getting to me, and causing me to shake uncontrollably. "Iris. Iris what happened?" I heard Davis ask in a worried tone. He wrapped his arms around to me to try and calm me down. "Iris you're really freaking me out what's wrong? How'd you get here?" He asked while he looked at me and searched my face and body for any signs of what was wrong.


My legs finally decided to give out from underneath me. At least they chose to give up on me when I was out or harms way now, except that one incident where I practically smashed my face into the road when they turned into jello. Davis quickly grabbed a hold of me by placing his hands on my waist and then in one swift motion brought his arm under my knees and lifted me up and walked over to his couch.


My sobbing subsided and was replaced by irregular breathing. I tried to calm myself down but then ended up starting to cry again. I wiped at my face and tried to breathe normally. Davis crouched down in front of me and tried helping by moving the bangs that clung to my cheeks and forehead to the side and handed me a tissue that I didn't even have the energy to use.


"Ty who was it?" I heard a feminine voice down the hall and seconds later a tall red head turned the corner wearing a pair of pajama shorts and Davis's shirt.


"Meg bring a glass of water please." Water? Yes please water, bring a whole jug if you can. I think I sweat and cried out all of the water in my system and I could really use some right now. I stopped crying, but I continued to shake and tears were still slipping down my cheekbones. Breathing was becoming less difficult of a task now but my breaths still came out shaky and I shut my eyes tightly and nearly fell asleep. After everything that happened tonight, sleep was the thing that came as a priority to my mind. Again, I am losing all of my sanity.


When I opened my eyes, Davis's worried hazel ones were staring back at me with a glass of water in his hand. He handed me it and with a shaky hand I took it and in a matter of seconds the glass was empty. Not very classy but I could care less, and what about me is ever classy anyway? Davis left the room and the girl from before stood by one of the walls and stared at me with curiosity. He called her Meg, and I remembered the Meg he talked to on the phone with, so this was his girlfriend. She was probably wondering who the psycho pounding on her boyfriend's door in the middle of the night was.


Davis came back, with a shirt on, and a blanket in his hands. He wrapped it around me, and practically tucked me in like I was a child getting tucked in at night and wanting her dad to check the closet and under her bed for any monsters. He should check outside, I thought to myself. That's where the real monsters are. Davis stayed crouched down right in front of me and waited for me to speak. When I finally felt like I could speak without breaking out into another fit of cries, I told him what happened.


"I went for a run, and I was by the school. I was about to start heading back home. There was this guy walking behind me and I thought nothing of it but then he grabbed me." I said and Davis looked like he knew where this story was headed. "I kicked him to get away from him and started running away and he chased after me and your house was the only thing I could think of, but someone took forever to open the door." I said sending him a pointed look. "So here I am." I said. I think I was putting up a pretty good act that I was fine now. All the crying and shaking had stopped now, but I was still terrified. For some reason I still thought the guy could show up and take me somehow.


Davis stood up and opened his front door and walked outside while taking a look around his street. I already guessed that the guy was long gone. I gulped slightly and started to speculate all sorts of scenarios that could have occurred if Davis didn't answer his door, and none of them ended pretty. I pushed the blanket off me and sat up. My hands immediately found my scalp as I ran my fingers through my hair.


"Honey, are you okay? Do you want some more water?" I looked up at Davis's girlfriend. Her voice was soft and kind. Her words rolled off her tongue smoothly, and made the English language sound ten times better than it usually does when others speak.


"No thanks," I replied and smiled. I cleared my throat after hearing how raspy my voice was, the total opposite of her voice. Crying does that to you Iris--I mean wimp. Shut up! I was being chased by a maniac of course I'm going to cry. I slapped my hand to my forehead, I just told myself to shut up, I really was completely losing my mind.


"Are you sure you're okay?" She asked again. Not really actually now that you ask.


"Yeah, I'm fine. Just a little out of it you know?" I said.


"Yeah I'm sorry, I'm going to get you water anyway." She said pushing herself up from her seated position and grabbed my glass from the table before she sauntered toward the kitchen. I laughed slightly to myself. Perfect girlfriend for Davis. She worried just as much as he did so they were made for each other.


Davis walked back inside and locked the front door just as Meg came back with my water which looked really appealing right now. Davis sat down on the couch beside me and turned so that he was facing me.


"Do you know who this guy is?" He asked.


"No I didn't stop to ask him for his name." I said sarcastically while knowing that Davis hated when I spoke sarcastically to him. He gave me a flat look.


"What were you even thinking running at this time of the night anyway? Do you know how stupid that is? Things could have been so much worse Iris you know that right?" I resisted the urge to roll my eyes. He was right, and I know that. I care, I really do. How can I not, but he doesn't need to call me stupid. Or lecture me.


"Sorry." I said flatly not wanting to get into an argument with him, and especially not when his girlfriend was here. I took a sip of my water and placed it back on the table. "My mistake."


"Iris this isn't funny!"


"Um...I know, I'm not laughing." I said calmly and watched as Davis continued to get angrier and angrier as each word left my mouth. Man, I really know to piss him off, without putting any effort in it at all. Honestly though, pissing him off was not my intention. I was actually trying to do the opposite. I was grateful for him answering his door, and I felt bad that I was upsetting him, but what was I even doing wrong? It seems like every word I utter just makes him want to jump out a window.


"Really because it seems like this is just a joke to you, after crying hysterically for like half an hour, now you think it's funny."


I hate hate hate when he tells me what I think and how I feel. He always does this. Iris you're this, and Iris you're that. He knows nothing about what I think, because if he did he would have known about all of the evil thoughts I have about him whenever I was near him. I think it's funny, ha, what I think is funny that I seem to always be wrong about everything, and he has to be right. Always.


This was a mistake coming here for help. What was I even thinking? My mind must have formulated some weird conclusion that this would be a good idea. I should have just tried my luck with one of his neighbors. I knew he would give me shit about this stuff. I stood up abruptly and made my way toward the door. I unlocked it and yanked it open while I marched off towards Davis's sidewalk. I was going home and I would like to see that guy try me again when I'm this pissed off, he'd be on the ground in a matter of seconds. I was sure of it.


I barely even made it off the stairs before someone grabbed onto me and I shrieked out of surprise and then elbowed whoever was behind me. I expected to hear the same grunt I heard when I got the guy in the shin, but I soon realized it was Davis.


"I shouldn't have just grabbed onto you like that." He said rubbing his abdomen. I said nothing and then turned around. I was ready to leave before I really gave Davis a peace of my mind. "Iris what do you think you're doing?" He asked and I sighed.


"Going home." He grabbed onto my arm again.


"Are you insane? Did you forget what happened to you?"


"No, how could I when you keep reminding me how stupid I am for it." I said flatly and turned around so I could face him. I really just want to go home, shower, and sleep. Maybe I won't even go to school tomorrow. I feel like crap, I'll just tell my mom I don't feel good and hopefully she'll let me stay home. She's not the type who really lets me miss school, unless it's serious.


"Iris the way I said that came out the wrong way I--"


"Oh don't you do that," I began and pointed my finger at him. "Don't make me look I'm the bad person, I did nothing wrong to you, I'm so sick of always being the one who's wrong when it comes to you." I said getting all riled up. "It's so annoying. You think you know everything about me, everything. You assume you know how I feel or what I'm thinking when you are so off. Like when you said I thought this was all some joke? Why do you always have to do that? You always assume that I'm not taking things seriously. You think I don't know what could have happened to me if you'd didn't answer that door? I know, so stop implying that I don't care because I do."


"I'm sorry." He said while bearing a solemn expression. He's sorry, ha--wait he's sorry? I narrowed my eyes at him. He's sorry? When is he ever sorry? Does he really mean it right now? Could he really understand how upset this whole thing made me? I folded my arms and tucked my hands into the curves of my elbows while turning my head to the side.


"You should be," I huffed childishly.


"You're right, I was wrong." He was just continuing to blow my mind. I was right? Of course I was right, I knew I was right but what really had me going was that he actually acknowledged that.


"Thanks." I said returning my attention back to him.


"Okay now lets get back inside."


"Actually it's getting late and my mom is going to freak."


"Ok let's go call her and she'll come to pick you up."


"No," I said quickly as my heart leaped inside my chest. Just thinking about telling my mom gave me the chills. If I thought Davis was bad, my mom was a million times worse. She's already overprotective enough, I don't need to be chained to my bed post, which is what she'll probably do if she finds out.


"Iris you have to tell her."


"No I don't."


"Yes you do, if you don't I will."


"No you won't." I said and he gave me a try me look. I crossed my arms over my chest and returned the look. "Look she's been stressed out for a while now, so I don't want to worry her anymore okay? Can you just please drive me home?" I practically begged. Begging Davis was definitely not something I enjoyed doing. He sighed and then went back inside. For a second I thought he was going to actually call her(I still find it weird that they have each other's number) but instead he came back with his car keys and gave me a disapproving look.


I smiled back at him innocently and then got in the passenger seat. "If I don't tell your mom then you have to agree to no more running by yourself or at night." I agreed to it and was happy that he wouldn't say anything to my mom. The rest of the ride lapsed into a silent one, where I was trying to think of something to say to my mom about why my run took so long and why I needed Davis to give me a ride home. Maybe she'd be asleep before I got there, though I doubt she would when I still wasn't home.


Davis pulled into my driveway and I eagerly brought my hand to the handle on his door. I wasn't sure if I should say thanks or something and before I could say anything, Davis already began speaking.


"Iris I just wanted to say sorry for before. I was being a complete ass back there it's just, when you came to my doorstep crying like that, it really scared the crap out of me. You don't usually cry so I knew it was something serious, and I just don't want you to ever have to go through something like that again."


Great, now he was making me look like the jerk. I felt like a complete brat for yelling at him the way I had. He was just worried about me, who wouldn't be worried when someone shows up hysterically crying at their doorstep? I couldn't just leave him thinking that he was the only one who was wrong in this situation, even though a part of me wanted to so badly. I knew it wasn't right if I did.


"No it's fine, I overreacted too. You were just trying to help."


"It did sound like you were holding that in for a while though."


"Oh...haha, did it? I have no clue why...ha...weird." I said while scratching the back of my neck and Davis rose an eyebrow at me. How can he even do that? Every time I attempted to try and raise one in front of my mirror I just ended up looking like an idiot. Anyway, I wasn't just going to tell him that I've been holding that in since last year, or maybe longer. My eyes met his and he smiled slightly at me and I mimicked his actions. "Bye Davis, oh by the way very pretty girlfriend, I don't know what she's doing with you but you've done yourself well." I said clapping my hand on his shoulder and he laughed.


"You are so weird Grey." He said shaking his head slightly and I grinned and then moved my hand away from his strong shoulder. "Good night."


"Night." I said while getting out of his car and slowly walking toward my house. I opened the door quietly and attempted to close it without out making an ounce of nose. I looked around and the dining room and didn't see my parents anywhere. I tiptoed toward the staircase stealthily hoping I could make it to my room unnoticed. I peaked into the kitchen that was near the staircase and saw my mother's back towards me as she washed the dishes.


She was one of those clean freaks. She couldn't go to bed knowing that there was something dirty, even if it was one simple plate in the sink, she would wash it. She lectured me when I left a cup on the counter instead of cleaning after myself. I rolled my eyes at the thought. Thank god her back is facing towards me, I thought to myself as I inched towards the steps. I took my time going up the steps, trying to be as quiet as possible. If I could just sneak up to my room, and have a shower then go to slee--


"Nice of you to come home Iris." My leg stopped in mid air, and hung above one of the steps. I shut my eyes thinking that maybe if I stay still, she won't see me there, which is stupid because she obviously already saw me, but worth a try anyway. I peaked through one of my eyes to see her dry her hands with a paper towel and then cross her arms over her chest with an expectant look on her face. Man, God is really out to get me tonight. What have I ever done bad? Huh? I get good grades, I respect my elders, why are you messing with me tonight? I looked up at the ceiling, stupidly waiting for an explanation and then sighed and came down the steps.


"Hey mom!" I said smiling. "Did you do something to your hair? Lose weight? You look great!"


"Cut the crap Iris, where were you all night? It's almost--" she looked at the digital clock on the oven, "midnight." Shit. Midnight? I didn't think it was that late.


"I went out for a run."


"This late?"


"No I went around um nine something, and then I ran into Davis," technically I'm not lying, I did run into Davis, literally, when he opened his door for me. "Then we just talked and lost track of time."


"Talked for two hours?" She asked skeptically. She was not easy to convince. I wish Dad was the one who stayed up. I can lie my way out of anything with him. "Are you lying to me? Is there something going on between you and Tyler."


"Is there something going on between us?" I asked confused as she waited for me to answer. I then realized what she meant, "Ew, oh my god, I would never! And with Davis? That's disgusting." I said trying to keep myself from throwing up.


"I'm just saying, I mean he's good looking and all but he is your teacher. I'd wait until you graduate honey."


"He has a girlfriend mom." I said flatly. I can't believe her right now. She thinks he's good looking? She's like ten years older than him!


"Okay whatever you say!" She said putting her hands up defensively. "Just don't stay out this late next time."


"Okay bye, I'm going to go shower." I said practically running to the stairs to avoid any further conversation with my weird mother. I really just couldn't wait to wash all the traces of today off my body.

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