Facing Death (FINISHED)

Chapter 7

Home.

They say one of the best feelings you get is when you walk through your front door and feel like you can relax and enjoy the rest of the day. They say you get a sense of hope when walking up the stone path to that same, burgundy colored door. They say you feel safe, and you feel secure.

But as Asher pulled around a corner and onto my street, I had a feeling of dread wash over me, making me not want to go home. And as if sensing my mood, Asher spoke up. "Would you like to go somewhere with me?"

"Only if you promise not to rape and kill me."

"Why would I need to? I mean, have you met me? No one can resist my charm, babe. Not even you."

"Sure...whatever helps you sleep at night." I say with a chuckle, the smile stayed in my face as we drive by the house. He kept driving and ended up pulling into the parking lot of the Diner Michael took me to. The old effect really brought the place to life with its older music, with a jute box in the corner. Round tables in red with black trim lined with cushioned seats, a few corner tables with booths instead.

It seemed like something out of a sixties movie, and I almost slapped myself for not noticing the unique design sooner. And not to mention that was only what I could see from sitting in a parking spot just outside the place.

"Wanna corner booth?" I asked.

"Sure, " he said, getting out of his truck. I followed. Stepping on the foot rail I eased my up, but slipped at the last minute. A yelp of surprise left my lips before I reached up and grabbed the 'Oh Shit Handle'. I knew I was to late when I saw my wrist turn at an awkward angle.

The next moment was kinda of a blur. I heard a snap, then a shit tone of pain, before more curse words, someone talking in a panicked tone, and finally red liquid. I also faintly remember drinking something sweet, yet bitter at the same time. When I finally had the strength to open my eyes, I saw nothing but a few fuzzy shapes, before I realized my glasses weren't on. I squinted a little to see Asher crouched down in front of me with my glasses outstretched to me. "U-Um thanks..."

"Your welcome." He says as I take my glasses, our fingers barely grazing each other, but was enough of an effect to make my stomach flip. "You passed out when you fell, I think all you did was land on your wrist wrong."

"What did you give me?"

"W-What do you mean?"

"What did you give me? I remember drinking something..."

"Oh, that." He says with a grim face. "It was nothing, just something to help with the pain."

"But-"

"So, what are you going to order?" He interrupts, a smile on his face like he didn't know I was talking. He helps me up and we walk into the diner, nothing about my body hurting at all. As we take our seats he raises an eyebrow, "Well?"

"The grilled sandwich, you?"

"The turkey club."

A few moments later, Joyce, the lady that served me last time, came up to our table with a smile. We told her what we wanted, and before long me and Asher had gotten into a conversation about Batman. He thinks that superheroes are absurd, and they have no value in the real world. I, on the other hand, thought Batman and every other superhero had all kinds of values.