One Dark And Stormy Knight

Mountain Man

A shiver breaks out in my body, causing a sort of wave effect on my body. I groan and bunch up the excess sleeve in my hands, trying to keep the cold out.

I stop walking and look around me, and then I look at myself. Im in a dark alley, and I can see a few guys standing at the end on their phones.

Im wearing a pair of white high-tops and black skinny jeans with a long sleeved white shirt. Its under 60 degrees and im freezing.

Now, 60 degrees may not seem cold but with wind and rain battering my body im not exactly warm. I shiver once again before forcing myself to keep walking.

So you're probably wondering why im so exhausted and what mental issue I've been diagnosed with considering im outside in a dark alley in the rain.

Well, dear friend I, Rose Waters am running away from home. I didn't exactly have a picture perfect life what with my dad ditching and my mom becoming a stereotypical angry drunk.

Luckily im an only child, because I dont think I would've been able to leave a sibling. When I first left my house 3 hours ago I thanked the god I dont believe in that my mom was passed out; though its not likely she would've stopped me if she was conscious.

I sigh and cross my arms over my chest, trying to rub the warmth back into my arms. I pick up the pace as I come closer to the group of stoners, joints sticking out of their mouths.

I sigh in relief when all I get is a few stares and smiles from the nicer-than-they-look druggies. The alley isn't small, but it isn't big either, its probably wide enough for a small car to drive through at the most.

I slow down once I pass them, happy there wasn't any confrontation when suddenly a large wall appears in front of me.

"Watch where your going." Snarls a deep voice, and all breath leaves my body as I stare up at the mountain of a man. He isn't fat, per say but he is definitely large. His arms are incredibly muscular, the black fabric of his hoodie stretched over it.

I can see the he has abs through the wet cotton, and I try not to be intimidated by the fact that he is easily a foot taller than me.

I look up and through the shadows surrounding his face I see two bright blue eyes, emotion swimming between them.

Im momentarily confused when I see how clear they are, since he is heading towards the other men I figured he was also a stoner, but his eyes are clear as day.

He stares back, his eyes flicking over my face before grazing my body. I blush in the dark but it disappears when he's shoves me to the side.

I hit the ground with a thump and a patter of water droplets surround me as I sit up in the puddle.

I look up at him, fear and sadness flooding my features while the greasy water stains my white clothes.

In his new angle I can see that his mouth is wide open, and guilt is swimming on the cobalt pools of his eyes.

His dark brown hair is plastered to his forehead, haphazardly sticking out from his hood.

"Look, im sorry princess." I hear him say, but I ignore it as my body pushes all emotions aside.

I shakily stand up, the shivers becoming even stronger as my teeth chatter. I don't know if its from the cold or the fear that he'll hurt me even more.

I cautiously approach him and a sort of hope shines in his eyes before I turn and walk around him, continuing down the street as he calls for me.

I hate myself for not standing up for him or at least pushing him back; though I dont think it'd do much.

He is a total grasshole.

Suddenly a large hand clamps over my shoulder, a shrill scream bursting from my lips as It forces me to turn around.

Speak of the devil and he shall appear.

I frown at the giant and he is quick to apologize for hurting me, his hand dropping to his side.

"Its okay." I mumble, and prepare myself to turn around when he stops me again.

His hands clamp onto my shoulders and I look up at him quickly, my eyes locking onto his. He looks down at me and for a couple seconds I see hope in his eyes before he speaks.

"Look, princess; I dont know who you are and you dont know who I am but I do happen to know that its very dangerous for a small girl like yourself to be walking around alone at might." He says, sincerity lacing his words.

I pout unintentionally and look down, but quickly make eye contact again since I'd rather do it myself that have him do it for me.

"I am not small. Im close to being the average height for a grown woman." I state matter-of-factly.

"Okay, but are you a grown woman? Nope. How old are you, princess?" He asks, and I cant help but feel slightly happy with the nickname.

My age always brings up problems because people think im older than I am since im kinda tall - 5'5 - and I have curves.

"I-im... Im 13." I state, looking at him through a sleek curtain of my wet hair.

His jaw drops before his face hardens and he looks around suspiciously.

"What the hell are you doing out here, princess? Hey, you know what? Im gonna walk you to wherever you're going." He says determinately.

Anger swells under my skin and I look up at him, my lip curling as I spew venom at him.

"Look, you keep calling me princess and you're acting like you have to protect me, but guess what? You were a little late coming down the beanstalk Jack, cause my life is already a living hell, or at least it was before I left it behind. And you being here isn't helping me get to the bus station before one of my teachers reports me missing since I know damn well that it wont be my own mother or father issuing the report." I say, and by the time im done fresh tears are leaking down my face and my entire body is shaking with silent sobs.

I begin speaking again, an unexplainable desire to make this man feel bad ringing in my every thought.

"Not to mention that you soiled the only pair of clothes I have when you shoved me back there. Why did you do that; actually, I know why. You did it cause you're some big shot in your school with a cheerleader girlfriend and you think you can do anything to anyone. Its a shame that it had to be little old me, because im positive if I was some slutty girl with high heels on you wouldn't have disrespected me." I shout, ignoring the way he flinches when I cuss.

I reach up and despite wanting to cause this boy physical pain I gently move his hands off my shoulders. Before turning around I look up into his wide blue eyes and say a few words that I hope are memorable, and more that anything; make him feel like shit.

"Now, if you'll excuse me I have to get to the bus station so I can get the hell out of here. God forbid you hadn't been such a dick earlier, I would've let you walk me there." I turn around, and walk away shivering, the irony that I can see the glowing bus sign from where I am breaking my tarnished heart.

Word count for this chapter: 1312

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Love you dudes, sincerely Kennedi