I felt the handle of the knife pressing into my back and I slowly closed each finger around it. My mind was a tumble of feeling, hate anger panic determination sorrow grief. It was so overwhelming, Mitch continued to stare down into my eyes and slowly began to draw his face closer and closer to mine. I slipped the knife out of my pocket and held it at my side debating for a moment before slowly drawing it up so that the tip was aimed at Mitchs side. I closed my eyes preparing to kill another human being, when I felt someone grab my hand and pry the knife out. My eyes snapped open I was expecting to see Mitch holding the knife and was surprised when instead it was Cef. Mitch was staring in horror at the knife as Cef tossed it deep into the woods and the tears began to stream down my face. My revenge my healing had been taken from me. I dropped to my knees and buried my face in my hands and sobbed until my throat burned and my eyes swelled. I looked up threw my curtain of tears to see Mitch running and Cef approaching me. He knelt next to me and put his arms around, I buried my face in his chest and cried until I thought my body would break from my sobs. I felt myself being lifted and carried but didn't have the energy to raise my head. I was put down on soft leather and I closed my eyes as the car began to move, it rocked me gently to sleep. When I woke up I was in a strange room and panic instantly took over, my body began to shake and tears leaked down my cheeks when I felt a warm hand on my back gently rubbing circles across my shaking body.
"Shh...its ok Fifi, your safe here." I heard Cef soothing voice whisper and I began to calm down only to be struck with a seething anger that coursed through my veins like a drug. I turned to face Cef.
"Who could you do that to me!" I shrieked loudly
"What did I do Fifi?"
"You took it from me, my revenge!"
"No, I saved you from a life of guilt and prison." he said matter of factly and I lunged at him, we fell to the ground and I began punching at his chest and crying, He grabbed my wrists and looked at me with something a kin to amusement on his face.
"You hit like a girl." He stated with a small smirk, trying to lighten the mood I suppose.
"I should hope so!" I said with a huff wrenching my wrists from his hand and sitting back. Oh god he was right. I had almost killed a man. Oh my god. I was fucking crazy. I was lost in my own thoughts when I heard him clear his throat softly. I looked down at him wondering why he hadn't gotten up when I realized it was because I was on top if him. My legs straddling his hips. My mouth opened in shock and my face reddened with embarrassment. He chuckled lightly as I scrambled off of him. He stood in front of me and lightly pushed me backwards onto his bed, for a moment my mind fogged as fear set in. But it evaporated when he lay down beside and clasped his hands behind his head. He sighed loudly and I looked at him from the corner of my eye.
"How did you find me?" I asked him it had been bugging me.
"Your not as slick as you think, some weird chick had been hiding behind the dumpster smoking and told me she saw you get in his car. It took me a while to find out where he lived when I did I spoke to his mother and she told me where to find him."
"Oh," I said and paused," Thank you."
He rolled on his side so he was facing me and began to fiddle with a lock of hair that had escaped my pony tail, "Anything for you he." He whispered and I felt my stomach do a flip flop. He jumped up suddenly
"Hungry?"
"Erm yea." I said quietly.
"Great, Chinese?"
"Sure."
"Ok, be right back." He called as he made his way out of his room. I took the chance to examine my surroundings. His room was large and tidy, and nothing like I expected from a jock. He had a large bookshelf jammed with books and a desk that looked well used. There were no naked girls on the walls but instead pictures of him with what looked like family members, smiling and happy. On the night table beside the bed was a ratty looking teddy bear, I picked it up and examined it, there was a tag on its butt that read Randell P. Bear. It looked rather old like he probably had it since he was little I smiled at that and places the bear back down just as he walked in the room.
"Be here in twenty minutes," he called as he walked to his entertainment center," want to watch a movie?"
"Sure."
"which one?"
"Oh...uh...I don't care."
"Ok you asked for it." He said with a smirk as he popped a DVD into the player and I just hoped it wasn't porn. About 20 minutes later the food came and we settled down on his bed to eat.
He pressed play and the movie began to play, it was a horror, The Unborn, I hadn't seen it and god was it creepy. We finished eating and put everything to the side. I slipped a little closer to him and he slung his arm around my shoulder, I forgot all about what had been going on up until this moment and just enjoyed it. I felt my eyelids drooping I was so emotionally exhausted. I leaned into him and let myself fall down into the deep pit of sleep.
Another shorty I know =( sorries I just don't wanna give too much away. And OMG I have 16 fans =) I feel special and 1800 reads =D You all are the best. I was thinking of starting another story.....hmm but IDK, What do you guy think? And what kind of story? Humor, horror, supernatural? idk idk but ill take into account any and all suggestions. Thanks for all the support muahz*
