Angst

Chapter Three - First Date?

     Like it? She didn't know what to say she was in such awe.  He helped her out of a vehicle that was much nicer than hers. The two begin traipsing through bushes and through the trees. This was entertaining to the couple, it was especially funny when one of the tripped over air or getting hit with unexpected tree branches.

     They made it to a clearing where there was a park only few new about, you had to be looking for it to find it. On a tree nearby was a hand painted sign that said 'Ours'.  The female teen stopped and stared at the sign. A tear escaped the eyes glistening with memories. The boy was burdened with a worried look seeing her in what he assumed was a state of sadness.

     "Are you ok? I didn't want you to cry? I'm sorry. We can go." She shook her head signaling him that she wanted to stay. "I know I shouldn't have done this but I felt awful after what I did back at the gas stop, I wanted to make it up to you. So I brought you to the one place that made me happy as a kid." "I thought you were new?" The girl asked stumped. "I am... To, your school."

They sat on a creaky old bench on the ar side of the park under the prettiest tree in the park, the willow tree. The ground was covered by a fresh layer of fallen leaves and acorns that had fallen. Beck loved this time of year, all of the animals came out to gather things for hibernation. She felt like it was the most natural time of the year. The earth being itself, animals all roaming about, people wearing comfortable rather than fashionable clothes. She loved it.
  
     "So where are you from?" The female started the conversation off with. "I'm actually Australian." Confidently stated by the boy. "I knew it! I love you accent by the way." Complementing the fellow human on his beautiful to her voice. "Thanks, I moved here when I was around 6 and my dad used to take me here all the time." was said by the boy who was reminiscing. "No way. I used to come here all the time when I was 6. Those are my best memories. Me and my dad where actually the ones who put that sign up." she pointed to the aforementioned 'Ours' sign. "We didn't think anyone else knew about this place, so we called it ours"

         After hours of talking he found out that her dad died when she was 8, she was a foster kid that had to take care of 6 other foster children, one of the foster kids was her brother, and that her real name was Rebecka.
  
     "I have extreme trust issues." She sighed. "Why?" genuinely curious as to why the boy asked. "I guess it's not only trust it's also being alone. Sure I'm surrounded with people, but I'm alone emotionally. You know?" He shook his head in absolute compliance waiting for a further explanation. "My dad died when I was 8 and my boyfriend died last year. I don't care what people say, 'young love' being 'not real', I genuinely loved him." A tear slipped from her eyes as she looked down not wanting him to see.

     He lifted her head black up and wiped away her tear. She assumed he was telling her it was ok, which he was. So she continued on. "He was hit by a drunk driver, it was a hit and run. He was 16." Her eyes swelling from trying not to cry. "I had to take care of all of the foster kids. It's my fault too that they have no foster guardian." Blake was interested now. "Last year maybe, I was 15 and it was right after Dylan died, Dylan was the boyfriend." She said trying to be informative. "We had a foster guardian he was - 23 - I think. I know he was a lot older than me. He always talked about how he loved looking after kids, it was his 'calling'. Dylan had just died and he was trying to make me not cry and console me I guess. I was just in the wrong place with the wrong person.." A long pause of silence was held. "I kissed him. I know, I'm an idiot I just, I just didn't know what to-" she was cut off by Blake leaning in to hug her. He let away and said "It wasn't your fault you were pain and needed help, I'm assuming they found out, the foster association?" It was just a guess but a correct one at that. "They blamed him and took him away." She added still in slight shock from what happened just a moment ago.

     "Maybe I should take a turn?" He suggested trying to ease her pain. She nodded remaining quiet giving him leeway to talk. "I'm so sorry about my behavior earlier today and yesterday and I'm sorry if I scared you." "I don't scare easily." She succinctly added attempting to sound dauntless. "Well then Ms. Brave, there's something you should know, I have Anxiety, Depression, Anger issues, and at one point was suicidal. My mom left when I was 3, I've lived with my stepmom all my life, and I did live with my dad as well until he followed in the footsteps of my mom and left for some tramp in Tennessee. I hope that kinda cleared up what I said earlier this week." His face showed no emotion but he was horrified of what she would think.

   "Looks like we're both pretty messed up." She tried to chuckle and make the situation lighter. Luckily he wanted to do the same and laughed back. When the laughter died down she scooted to him and hugged him. When she let go she gave an explanation. "Me too. I have anxiety, social anxiety, Depression and an eating disorder." Beck said trying to even the playing field so he didn't feel so much in despair. "I guess broken boy meets broken girl." "I guess you're right."

    They just sat in the park for a while until it was to chilly to bare without any form of sweater or jacket.  "I should probably be getting you home, it's getting dark." Was said to beck once the fun  ended. "Probably." Beck retorted with shaking her head in agreement. "Race you!" She said standing up and running. "You're being childish." He shouted after her. When she didn't respond he laughed and shouted "Last one to the car looses!"

    He got to the car and stopped to catch his breath not even seeing Beck. "Guess you lose." was heard from inside the car, most commonly referred to as a Jeep. "God you're fast." He huffed still out of breath.  "Just take me home loser." She said through the laughter.  "Fine, ruin the fun" he said laughing.

    He hopped inside the driver side of the car and turned the radio up. "You're kidding me." The girl said grinning. "What?" Blake said with a tremendous amount of concussion. "This song, you like punk rock music too?" Beck answered astounded. "Of course I do." He cranked the volume to 100 and and rolled down the windows. On the drive home they listened to the music and had a blast probably distroying their hearing in the long run.

     When they showed up at her house they were both smiling from ear to ear. "Thank you, I needed that, that fun. I had a great time." She said genuinelythrilled. "Yeah I really loved-" Blake started, his attention was turned to an open door on Becks house. He stared and then pointed to avert her attention to what his was on. Her eyes widened with fear because the door was never left open. She  almost jumped out of the car and ran to the house, and through the door.

    Blake could hear her shouting names, Jason in particular. He got out of the car slowly and walked towards the door not knowing if he could go in or not. He heard a screech from inside and knew he was to run in. He ran into the house and notice he was almost sliding from the floor being wet. He looked down to see he was standing in a pool of blood it trailed everywhere, he didn't know which direction to go in. He started shouting Becks name, even saying Rebecka due to the seriousness of the situation and running around like a chicken with his head cut off looking for her. When he found her her hands were over her mouth and she was frozen in time, crying. He couldn't see what she saw until he walked around the other side of her. He saw what she did and watched Beck fall to her knees. He knelt down trying to console her, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her face into his neck. He didn't know what else to do in a situation like this.