Slight writers block, but hope you like(:
Rage clouded my mind as I confronted the men who have been following me.
They both got out of the car, clearly trying to keep the confused looks on there faces like a new born baby wondering what it's like to talk but I was not falling for it.
"Who are you?" I questioned, my fists balled at my sides, I could feel the anger inside me wanting to explode.
"Who are we?" His passenger looked at me with narrowed eyes. "You're the one who came barging at us"
"No! You have been following me and I wanna know why"
"Dude, we have no idea what you're talking about, I'm sorry. You got the wrong idea"
My fists reacted before I could control them and grabbed ahold of his blue shirt collar, pushing him up against the silver sedan.
"I want answers, now!" Growling in his face, I saw fear gloss across his green eyes.
"Let him go!"
His friend rushed over and tried pulling me off but I was stronger.
"We--" he struggled to speak, my hold tight.
"What's going on here?"
A deep voice grew closer and I had no idea who he was, an older man with gray hair and a strong build.
"Nothing" I released him and shrugged, walking back towards my car. "This isn't over" I called and got in then took off home.
***
I was officially losing my mind. I wanted. No. I needed to know who those guys were and what they wanted, for sure now they may stay back.
Frustrated I picked up my IPhone and stared at Ethan's contact, debating on pressing the call butting and demand that he lives with me until I get answers.
But then, I'd have to explain who I was and what I am and I don't even know exactly who I am or why I'm like this!
I stood up abruptly off the black leather couch, shoving my phone in my pocket and stormed off in to the kitchen, trying to find random crap to clean or do. It gets so lonely in here. Not being able to sleep, change my appearance or even need to eat.
Without second thought I swept, making sure there wasn't a speck of dirt on my wood floor then mopped and wiped down everything. Not even feeling beat in the end, I ended the rest of my day in a hot bath, reading a whole book by V.C Andrews through the night.
***
"Why do you insist on eating that every lunch" I poked at Ethan's fried French frys at our round table and scowled.
"There good!" He pouted and slapped my hand away.
It's Tuesday, and school for Ethan is going as normal. Those guys who beat him up on the alley haven't been to school and it dawned on me on how much stronger than them I was. Did I cause to much damage?
"If you keep sitting so still you're going to become stiff" Ethan scoffed.
I burst out laughing at how wrong that sounded and watched as his cheeks turned crimson.
"Wow"
Still laughing he threw a couple frys at me and I ate them, feeling the crunch and tasting the nasty salt slither down my throat.
"Someone's innocent" I winked and he blushed more, finishing his food and tossing it in the bin next to our table.
The bell rang and the day went by as usual, classes and boringness except for being around my angel.
With a goodbye and a small kiss from Ethan, I took off home.
"Hey"
I jumped and slammed on my breaks, causing cars behind me to stop dramatically.
"Who the hell are you" I turned in my seat as cars started honking.
"Keep driving, you're being followed" he hissed and moved his way up to the passenger seat.
Hesitantly I drove my way home, deciding that if need be I could take him.
"Who are you?"
"Here to help" he smiled, tapping his knees like he's playing drums.
"Start explaining before I pull over"
Sneaking glances at him, I could see his blond hair almost shaved off on his head, he had a defined chin and face but skinny features.
"I know who you are"
Without second thought I pulled into my garage and got out of my car, watching him with careful eyes.
"Let's go" he motioned for me to follow him into my own home.
"Have you been here before?"
"Yeah, while you were out. I needed answers"
We stopped in my living room and stared at each other, sizing each other up.
"Talk" I growled.
"Before you get mad, hear my full story. Those guys you confronted, I was apart of them"
My reaction was to attack him but instead my fist balled at my sides and I let him continue.
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The Walker (boyxboy)
Genç KurguAlec is 18, when you see him, he looks normal. Except he's not. Alec will never die, there is no way to kill him, all those things humans need to live, breathing, feeling, working, all of it. He doesn't need it. He calls himself The Walker. There's...