Grey Eyed Savior

I. When two worlds collide.

I'm walking up my driveway when I look over and see a moving truck pull into the driveway beside mine.

The house has been abandoned for years. The people who used to live there just up and left.

Maybe it was because they heard my screams at night and could never fall back asleep. Maybe it was because - my thoughts are interrupted by my mom, who calls me into the house. "Avery! Come clean the table off for dinner!" My mom shouts as I avert my gaze from the house next to mine.

I walk up the stairs to the porch and close the door behind me. "Avery, have you seen we got
neighbors?" She asks, stirring whatever was cooking on the stove.

"Yeah I did. Who are they?" I ask.

We haven't had many people come through here. The only reason we haven't left is because of the no good father that left us.

He put me and my mom through hell and then left. The only things left from him are the scars and nightmares. He left only 6 months ago and I hope he never comes back.

"I'm not very hungry," I murmur, trudging up the stairs before the tears start to fall down my face.

I open the door to my bedroom and close it, walking over to the window and sitting on the ledge, letting the tears trail down my cheeks.

My father used to be so kind when I was younger, but after him losing his company, he turned to drugs and alcohol.

His company was his life. His legacy. He would come home late at night and drag me out of bed, telling me how much of a waste of space I was. Once he was too tired to continue he would leave, slamming the door behind him, leaving his beaten and broken daughter behind. I would crawl back into my bed and cry until I fell asleep.

I look over to my bed and shut my eyes tightly, wishing I could just forget - I'm pulled out of my thoughts once again by the shouts of a deep voice."Hey! Are you okay?"

I turn, suddenly forgetting all about my father. "Huh? W-wha, um yeah," I stutter, wiping my eyes.

Jumping off of my window and striding into my bathroom, I look into the mirror at the red and blotchy skin under my eyes.

I turn on the faucet and splash cold water on my face, trying to clear my thoughts. I look back up into the mirror, no evidence of my breakdown left, just a little red tint in my eyes.

I walked back into my room and sit down on my bed. "Who was that?" I wonder to myself, remembering the voice of the person who asked if I was okay.

I looked through the window and noticed a tall muscular man, about my age, taking boxes out of the moving truck next-door. He turns and locks his gaze with mine. His grey eyes pulling me in, locking me in place.

I'm frozen, noticing how the light shines on his black hair, matted with sweat. I turn, suddenly aware of the situation.

He clears his throat, and I soon hear his footsteps descending into the house.

"Avery? Are you okay in there?" My mom asks from outside my bedroom door.

I jump up and trip over my phone charger. Falling hard on my wrist.