Jamie's POV:
I ran, for what seemed like forever. People looked at me with their confused faces, but I didn't care. I needed to get as far from Leo as possible.
My legs started to feel numb, sweat covered my forehead and my neck. I didn't stop until I hit something hard and...somewhat warm.
"Going somewhere?"
I look up, a pair of blue eyes looking straight down at me. He seemed taller than most, almost-golden locks threatening to fall on his face, despite his shoulder-length hair being tied in a loose, lazy ponytail. I panicked, realizing my hands were griping at what seemed like the guy's red flannel shirt. I let go.
"S-Sorry, I just- I just really need to go, I'm in a hurry."
"Well, if-"
"PLEASE! Leo might find me any minute, he's- ah!"
Taking my wrist in his hand, he immediately pulled me with him as he ran over and around the corner, with me following. He almost slammed be against the brick wall as he hid behind the corner, though he didn't seem to let go of my wrist.
"I assume he was coming from that way, correct?" He looked at me. I simply nodded.
"Don't worry, I gotcha."
I couldn't help but get a feeling as if he knew Leo. But, can I really trust him? Everything has been moving so quickly, I don't even know.
He continued to walk down the street as if nothing happened, but I still felt as if being watched, chased. I hated it. Might as well give this guy a shot, not literally, of course.
~*Le time skip to stranger's house*~
(don't do this at home, kids! always use the stranger danger protocol)
His home wasn't as bad as all the other places I've been, for once it was a normal house with normal furniture and...this guy.
Closing the door behind him, he looked out the window before sitting down by where I was, and, shit, I was still shaking. But I couldn't help it, what if he planned on killing me next, what if he found me here, and...I don't even want to think about it.
"This Leo guy...he didn't hurt you, did he?" The guy asked, making me snap out of my train of thought. I shook my head.
"H-He didn't, but, I know he might be capable of it." I was barely able to mutter the words out, though, thanks to the unbearable awkward silence, he must've heard me, as he didn't ask me to repeat myself.
"So he's finally got himself another girl, huh? Sly bastard. Always the same thing." His voice was husky and he sounded bored, as if this wasn't the first time this had happened.
"Ah, excuse my manners. Mathis Alastor, sorry for having to meet like this." He didn't even extend his hand out for a handshake, even as I expected him to, but...well, I guess not for now. I just want to be left alone, anyways.
I kept my gaze down, though I could feel him at least glancing at me. It made me shiver; who knows? He might use me, rape me, even kill me. Fuck, I don't care, he might as well just do it.
Hearing him let out a long sigh, I felt my throat tighten up. I couldn't stop it, I just let my tears run down my face without shame. Was I afraid to die? Was it because of...him?
"Hey, it's...it's alright. I think we'll need to have a talk once you're okay. Just make yourself at home. You're safe here." He said, then stood up, walking to what I assumed was the way to the kitchen. I just curled up in the couch, letting my tears out with the strange temptation to just....
Kill myself.
Over a stupid fucking guy.
How cliché...
"Here, I know it isn't particularly cold out, but I thought it'd help." Looking up, I was met with a mug, steam came out of it like smoke came out of a cigarette.
Apparently, Mr.NiceGuy aka Mathis had one of his own. So I felt less guilty taking it into my hands, the warmth already soothing me.
"So..." He cleared his throat, I watched him sit down next to me, which caused me to just curl up even more, carefully trying to not spill over the liquid. "Think you can fill me in on why you were running? And heck, you scared me even."
He sipped some of the hot chocolate, waiting for an answer.
"I...well, was running because of....someone. I guess you could say. A murderer." I felt my cheeks grow hot. Fuck, am I blushing?
He hummed a bit, as if not believing me. "You don't get to be chased by a murderer everyday. Tell me, how did he look like?"
Was this some sort of joke for him? He didn't seem to be smiling at all but..
"Ehm...light brown hair, pale skin, brown eyes...always has a pair of shades on?"
He paused for a moment, a long silence followed by it.
"......Leonardo Williams, isn't it?"
