Unnecessary Communication: UNDER RE-WRITE, DIFFERENT BOOK AVAILABLE! SAME TITLE!

Chapter 12: Sinclair's P.O.V

I continued out of her house, ignoring all of her calls to me to come back.  I walked past my car, not in the mood for driving away; instead I felt like I should walk- no run- away from here.  I was angry at Rydia for a reason that so far only I and her father knew.  It was nothing she could control; it’s just something she inherited from her family. 

 

“Please Sin, come back.  I’m cold and it’s your fault for getting me wet, so come back and clean up the mess you made.”  Rydia said sternly to me as she tugged on my sleeve.  I reached back and brushed her hand away, not so much as in a mean manner, just in a way to show her that I wanted to get away.

 

“Rydia, I can’t stay here, I’m sorry.”  I turned around to see her stopping, with her hand somewhat stretched out.  She dropped her hand as she looked away from me, fighting back tears.  I wanted to go comfort her but I just couldn’t.  “Rydia, go home, change and move on.  I will be back at some point, but don’t dwell on me.  I don’t deserve it.”

 

I turned away from her and started to run, pumping my legs to go farther and faster, feeling nothing but desperation at getting away.  It felt somewhat good to be running, replacing the angst from the things that occurred last night and this morning.  My eyes started to burn as I turned the corner onto Buck Boulevard. 

 

My body was screaming at me to stop and rest, my heart was telling me to turn back and apologize to Rydia, but my brain said to keep running and to not stop until the town was well behind me.  It felt like twenty minutes had passed by the time I reached the local forest, resting my hand on a large fir tree and panting like I had just run a marathon. 

 

  I sank down to the forest floor, back against the tree and legs stretched before me.  I put on a placid face, allowing my thoughts to run rampant as I looked like a tired jogger.  No one would come through the woods at this time of day though.  Whoever did would be committing suicide basically, because many people like to roam the woods, and most are very drunk and dangerous.

 

  I should know, the first week I was here, I decided to go for a midnight walk through the woods.  It was a beautiful night too, not quite fall yet not still summer, with the leaves beginning to change color as the air kissed your skin with warmth. 

 

I walked along the path that had been trodden for many years and heard loud footsteps in the distance, telling that the person walking was quite uncoordinated.  I hid behind a large oak tree and glanced around it to see a skinny, tall middle aged, gray haired man carrying a large pistol and whiskey bottle, already drained by the time it touched his lips yet again. 

 

With a look of disappointment across his face, he threw the bottle aside and looked back, shouting at something.  Then a woman came out of the darkness, looking very frightened.  He reached for her and brought her to her knees, he began to undo his pants when I finally decided I’d had enough and stepped out and tackled the man to the ground, using compulsion on the woman and inflicted a terrible amount of pain on the man.

 

I subsided my thoughts from the past and began to think what I was going to do now that I know who she is and who I am.  I can’t be with her, no matter how much I want to be, I can’t.  There’s nothing in the world that can change that fact, not her pleas or my hopes.

 

What I found out was very controversial to me.  I found out that Rydia is a very powerful being, she isn’t human, but she isn’t an Angel, but somewhat of a mix.  Her father didn’t leave her on purpose, but he had to because he was an angel and they can’t stay or even have relationships that are more than friends with humans.  He obviously went above and beyond by marrying her mom.