Opposites Attract

I wake in a haze of sweat. "Riley get your ass down here!" My mom screeches from downstairs.

"Shut up, I'm trying to sleep!" I scream back, knowing how this day will be going already.

Why she feels the need to be up at 6 am on a Saturday, is beyond me. She most likely drank herself blind at the local pub and staggered home not too long ago. I open my eyes a sliver to see my mom forcefully barge into my shoe box room.

"I told you to get up, now get up." She sternly says, emphasizing the last two words.

In one swift motion, I grab a pillow from behind my head and chuck it in her direction. The slight gasp I hear confirms I hit my target. I grab my blanket and pull it over my head, blocking the view of the glares she is undoubtedly shooting me. I hear silence as I regrettably decide to poke my head out from the top of the blanket. I trail my gaze up slowly to see my very angry mom peering down at me scowling. She forcefully yanks the blanket from my grasp and drags me out of bed by the arm.

"Hey! Let go of me, you phsyco!" My harsh words cause her to turn around and slap me forcefully across my right cheek.

I'm in between shock and a dream-like state as I cup my cheek with my hand.

"That will teach you to never speak to me like that, you piece of shit." She spits.

I look at the lady I once called "mom," standing in front of me. I don't know what else to do so I bolt out of my room and down the stairs. As I go to reach for the front door, I feel a tight grip around my wrist. She turns me around, staring through me with her blood shot eyes.

"Where the hell do you think you're going? I'm you're mother and you'll do what I say. Now get your useless ass in the kitchen and make me breakfast." She lets out a huff as she smirks.

I can smell the whiskey on her breath.

"Don't ever, not even for a second, think you're my mother." I shoot her a glare before tumbling out of my house, almost tripping on my own feet.

It's the middle of october and the wind is blowing, making me shiver. I curse under my breath, wishing I grabbed a sweater before I made my quick exit. I don't have anywhere to go, and it's a Saturday so I don't have school. I decide to go to St. Johns Mental Institution, to visit my dad. He got admitted there 5 years ago after his whole family died in a tragic car accident. He didn't know how to cope with the pain so he started harming himself and drinking himself numb. Surprisingly, he admitted himself. After my dad left, my mom started heavily drinking. She would stay out all day and night. I would usually hear her stumble in the house around 4 am, drunk out of her mind.

There's nobody on the streets at 7am. I kick rocks as I walk, trying to distract myself from my thoughts. As I turn to walk into the entrance of the Mental Hospital, I notice there are no cars in the parking lot.

"That's weird." I think to myself. There's staff at the hospital 24/7.

As I go to pull the main door open, it won't budge. Just my luck, it's locked. I have no where else to go so, I grab my phone out of my pants pocket and dial my best friend, cara's, number.

*Hey, can I come over for a while?*

*Yeah, is everything okay?*

*Uhh..not really, can we talk when I get there?*

*Sure.*

*Okay thanks, I'll be there in 20 minutes.*

*Okay, bye.*

*Bye.*

I hang up and put my phone back in my pocket. It's going to be a while until I get there, since I'm walking. I turn on my heels and start walking in the direction of Cara's house.

I've been walking for 15 minutes and It's starting to get skin piercingly cold as the wind picks up. Damn, I seriously should have grabbed a sweater. As I'm rounding a corner, I see a car slowly start to creep up to me. I look over my shoulder to see if I can catch a glimpse of the driver. I see a guy about 2 or so years older than me. He has tattoos littering his arms and trailing up his neck. He's wearing a grey beanie that's sitting effortlessly atop his head, with a few curly strands of hair sticking out on his forhead. I snap my head back up and I start walking faster. He rolls his window down and attempts to murmur something in my direction.

"Hey..do you..uhh ne-ed a ride?" He stumbles over his words.

"No thanks, I'm good." I state, and keep walking.

"Are you sure? You're wearing a tank-top in the middle of October. You look freezing."

"I'm fine." I stand my ground.

Just as he is going to pull away from me, a huge gust of wind nearly sweeps me off my wobbly feet.

"Okay fine, but you better not be a murderer." I sarcastically say and reach for the passenger side door.

As I settle in my seat I can't help but think of how stupid I am. I mean, getting into a complete stangers car? this is textbook signs of a kidnapping.

"You know, you really shouldn't get in a strangers car." He says with a smirk, as he swiftly locks all of the doors.

Oh my god. I'm going to die. He's going to take me back to his house and chop me up into a million pieces in his dark basement.

He chuckles at the fear written all over my face accompanied by a few beads of sweat starting to form, and unlocks the doors.

"I'm kidding, I'm kidding. But you should have seen your face." He says while chuckling still.

His laugh is beautiful. It's so deep and warm.

"Ha, ha.." I nervously laugh, still on edge.

"So where to?" He asks.

"Uhm, I'm going to my friends house it's about 10 minutes away." I shyly say.

"Okay, no problem." He smiles at how shy I am, revealing his dimples.

We pull into Cara's driveway. As I go to thank him and open the passenger door, he grabs my wrist and pulls me back gently.

"Wait..what's your name?" He questions.

"It's uh..Riley." I hurriedly say, knowing Cara is without a doubt watching this exchange happen through her window.

"I'm Harry." He says with a playful smile.

"Well thanks for the ride Harry." I get out of the car.

"No problem, I'll see you around Riley." He starts the car back up and eases out of the driveway as I offer him a half wave goodbye.

When I get into Cara's house her curiosity got the best of her.

"Who was that guy? I've never seen you with him before."

"I have no idea." I say, with clear honesty in my voice.
But, I plan on finding out, my mind finishes.

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