Untold Stories of the Unforgiving Youth

Chapter 29

My mother opened her eyes slowly a few minutes after he had left. "Alana?" She screamed as she jolted up. "Mum it's okay, I'm okay." I kneeled in front of her and took her hand in mine. "My god your chest," she gasped. "It's fine, it's not deep." "I'm so exhausted," she said taking a deep breath. "Get up and go have a rest," I said helping her up. "But then what will you do?" She asked looking concerned. "I'm going to go walk around the neighborhood for a bit." "In the rain?" I looked at her. My eyes swollen from crying the whole weekend and my whole body sore. I think she realized that I was tired and I just needed some time to think. "Okay, be back at a reasonable time and take a hoodie with you at least." She said climbing up the stairs. She kept talking as she reached the top, that was her bad habit. She'd keep lecturing me but she would be thinking about something completely other then me. She reached her room and closed her door. I was in my black and white t- shirt and denim jeans. My hair was let down but I didn't care. I opened the door and saw the rain pounding down on the pavement and road. I shut the door behind me and walked out into the rain. It was cool, it beat down heavily on the nape of my neck and it drenched my t-shirt within seconds. I looked up and saw two little girls seated in their veranda wearing matching sweaters and drinking what looked like hot chocolate. They were laughing and talking amongst themselves. I had always wanted a sister. Always. Maybe if I had one, life wouldn't be so difficult or so cruel. At least there would be someone to cry with and someone to laugh with at 4 am. I had no one. This weekend sucked. My whole life sucked actually. I continued walking on. I got to the local courts and sat outside on a bench. I didn't understand why life was so hard. I know for a fact that most people would call me ungrateful but, my god, was life cruel. I felt so alone all the time. I've always felt like the second choice, never once was I put first. I cursed under my breath. "Why do you keep thinking like this? You're so useless Alana." I screamed. Which was useless because the rain just drowned out my cries for help. I sat there sobbing like an idiot and just staring into thin air. "Hey get out of the rain are you crazy?" I heard a voice call behind me. I was too physically and emotionally weak to turn back, I felt hands touch my right arm and I screamed. "Let go of me!" I shrieked. "Hey, hey, it's just me. It's me, remember me? We met a yesterday. Your name's um, Alice? Wait or was it an Ellie?" I looked up and saw the pretty boy that stood at my front door yesterday. Knowlen. How in god's name do you forget something you just learned yesterday? "It's Aleece idiot," I said as I buried my face into my hands on the bench top. "Okay 'it's Aleece' get out of the rain." He said still tugging at my arm. "Leave me alone!" I sobbed into my arms. I felt his grip loosen but I still felt him there, I peered through my arm and there he was, rain dripping down his perfect face, his hands tucked into his hoodie and his eyes barely opening because of the harsh beat down of the rain. His gaze met mine. "Ay it's the pretty girl," he yelled at the top of his lungs and then smiled. I hid my face in my arms again. Then I felt his hand on my back. I looked up and he was looking straight at me. "Come on please can we go somewhere dry?" "I'm not going home or to your house if that's what you're thinking," I yelled over the rain. He smirked. "I wasn't thinking that at all. Now," he extended his right hand. "Just trust me Aleece." I accepted his hand and I got up. We ran straight past the courts into a little ally way. At the back of  ally way were stairs, He quickly ran up the stairs, yelling after me. "Come on." I followed him to the the very top, until we entered a room that had a yellow caution tape. He looked at me, with concerning eyes. I shook my head frantically. "This place has been closed for years," I said. "Oh come on, trust me," He took my hand again and we hopped over the tape. We entered the old bleachers for the courts, it had been closed down for awhile, but it looked like someone had been here everyday. It was quite clean. He walked me over to the furthest side of the bleachers, where there was a blanket and a bottle of water. "I come here when life's not going right," he said slowly. "I've never brought anyone up here before." I looked around, it was beautiful. The bleachers over looked the whole of the courts and neighborhood. It was more of a stadium then anything else. I could feel water droplets on my eyelashes and my hair was drenched. "Are you okay?" He said looking at me. I wanted to tell him everything. My dad, my friends, my whole life, but who was this kid? I just met him yesterday, but I wasn't going to lie, I felt an instant connection with him, I wasn't going to say love at first sight. That was bullshit. I think. "Are you cold?" He asked as he reached for something under the blanket. He pulled out another hoodie. A huge one, one that looked like it could be worn as a dress on someone my size. Which was a first. "You wouldn't mind?" I asked slowly. "Not at all, here take it, you can just hang your clothes on the seats, Don't worry I'll wait by the stairs. Just call when you're done." He stood up and left. I slowly peeled off my wet t-shirt and jeans. My underwear and bra were not badly effected by the rain which surprised me greatly so I just put the hoodie over them. It draped over my body like an over sized cloud and it smelt like him. Not like Bill, Bill's cologne was light and fresh. Knowlen smelt like burnt fragranced vanilla beans and rough cologne. God. "Done?" I heard him call out. "Um yeah, I am." I slowly tucked my hair behind my ears. He walked back in and took a seat next to me. "You're beautiful, you know." I looked up at him. His eyes burned something I wanted to know. I wanted to find out his story, I wanted to find him and get lost in him. Was that stupid? Here he sat. Hazel eyes that dug holes into his face, Fawn silhouetted eye lashes and hair, light rosy brown lips and a caramel smooth voice. It all made sense,
He represented
the many,
different
shades of brown.