Lust

Electric

        "Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday dear Carmela, happy birthday to you!" Sang the crowd.July 3rd was my birthday. Supposedly a special day. I don't really like it though. Too many people. I'd rather be in the movies with my friends and my boyfriend, or at the park. But not here.

        They finally cut the cake. Everyone separates from the table and goes back to their spots, like roaches when they get exposed to the light, accept slower. Way slower.

         I look over at the open door and see a shadow approaching it slowly. I can't look away. I can tell that something bad is about to happen. I can't move. My mussels start to tighten. Everything slows down. The shadow gets closer, my heart beats faster. Adrenaline fills my veins and I start to sweat and hyperventilate. A shoe appears. Then another. I see legs in black sweatpants, then a black Nike sweater. Then his face. I'm frozen at this point. Things speed up again and everyone stops and stares at the door. They stare at him with wrathful expressions on their faces. How many? Too many to count. Now, dead silence fills the room. The last to turn around was my intoxicated dad, Manuel. He stumbles on his way to the door. Standing 6 feet tall, he was only 2 inches taller than Drake.

        Drake. Drake at the door. Drake standing before my dad. Drake at my party. Drake. Here. Now. I had to do something but I couldn't move. Stuck. That's what I was. The space between me and him felt like 100 miles but really it was just 10 feet. I needed to move towards him, but I couldn't. Things slow back down. I look at my dads hands and watch him put his hand where he usually holds his gun. Again everything speeds back up. 

         "Well... look who we have here... Drake Edwards, at my daughters 16th birthday party." The way he said it, so naturally, as if he's been planing it for months now. My face turned red with anger. He wanted to hurt him. 

        "I'm not looking for trouble sir. I just came to say happy birthday." 

        "Well you better say it quick... *burps* ...This is the last time you're ever seeing her again." He pulled out his gun and pulled the trigger.

        I put my hand forward and suddenly everything stopped. I can finally move. I run over to Drake and look at him. Then I look at the bullet. It's only a centimeter away. I touch it and feel electricity going up my vain's. I quickly move move my hand away and stare at the bullet. I touch it again and electricity goes up my arm, then all around my body. I move the bullet so it's off track and hits the floor instead. I look at Drake again. This time I put my hand on his face. I remember what we did. What we told each other. How he told me I deserve better. I look into his dark brown eyes. I'm shorter than him by 6 inches but I can still reach his eye level if i tippy--toe. I still look into his eyes then to his rough, flat top. Then at his dark brown skin. I touch his small mustache, then his lips. I close my eyes.

      What I'm doing now, I don't know but i'm doing it. I open my eyes and realize that Drakes hands are on my butt. He moves his hands up my shirt then brings it back down to my butt. He squeezes it then opens his eyes too. I pull away. We both look around. Everyone is watching us. Watching us kissing. They watched him put his hands up my shirt then back to my butt. They watched him touch me the way he has before. My dad pulls me away then shoots again. I grab the gun. Everything stops again. Am I doing this? I touch Drake and he unfreezes. I grab his hand and run out the door with him. There's a motorcycle outside. I realize it's Drakes but I still get on and put a helmet on. I turn it then drive away with Drake on the back holding on to my waist. 

     I'm running away with Drake. No one can hurt him now.

     No one.