Reliving a Lost Past

13. Kolbey Rezlin

*Hopefully this will answer some questions from the last chapter. Again, thank you all for reading this...you don't know how appreciative I am:) You all ROCK!* 

I could not believe what I did to Rome. I didn’t want to either, but he got what he was asking for. Now I was being stared at and questioned as if I was on trial. “You are not making any sense whatsoever. Just-” Rome was still clutching his side when he groaned and went in the other room to lie down in the poorly built fort.

I walked to Danny and grabbed his wrist hoping he would look at me. “Danny, listen to me. That wasn’t what was really happening-” Danny ripped his hand away. He smiled nervously and then laughed, “Yeah because I did not just see some-some freak just attack my buddy!”

It was happening again to me. I’m that freak again, the one who is the odd one, the eight ball in a pile of golf balls, the girl standing alone surrounded by guys who have seen her other side. I hated being called a freak! They said it was unlikely to go on, the doctors and other people who looked into my problem, and that within time I would forgive and forget and be cleared of my issue, but they were wrong. So wrong. It was back again now that I have returned to the streets of my past. I could feel it inside me crawling like a parasite dyeing to come out and take over, but I kept it down and left it to rot inside me. I knew that the longer it stays the worse it would get and I was right. I left my thoughts behind and resumed with my hurt emotion. I was not about to cry over a silly name to them but a horrible name to me. This was none of their business and I never wanted anyone to know because then I would really be a freak, not just another person that has some traits of the name.

I stuttered trying to think of something to say, but my feet moved faster than my voice worked and I was already tripping down the stairs and onto the dyeing grass. My feet led me to the street and I was running along the edge staring at the yellow lines that separated me from the cars, hopefully. A couple passed and they missed me so I was okay. I turned around to see if I was being followed, but so far there was no one there. I kept running, but had no clue where to  go. I looked around at the blurry streets and was lost. There was no going back for me because I have already run a couple corners. As I ran, my feet made louder and louder pounding sounds on the pavement, but they continued to get louder. I was running the same pace and as hard as ever but I couldn’t understand why the sound continued to grow. I looked back and realized what was adding the extra sound. Danny was running as hard as he could to keep up and catch up, but I continued to run.

I wouldn’t let him catch up, but my lungs couldn’t take anymore running. My steps were soon overpowered by the sound of Danny’s as he got closer and closer. I tried speeding up, and I jumped onto the sidewalk that I had now just realized was there. Danny was athletic; if he was in school, he would have been the track junky or the wrestling champ, but he wasn’t big enough for football. Now Mitch without a doubt would be built up enough and maybe Rome too, but not Danny, and definitely not Wes or Axel; they would be the water boys.

Danny’s shadow got closer and closer and his hand reached out. I stopped dead in my tracks almost loosing my balanced, and I cringed against the building wall. There were hands on my shoulders and hot breathe on my neck. “Jeez, you can run girl. I could barely keep up with you.” He was breathing heavily and I turned to find his face red and sweaty. It was not as cool as Detroit was normally in October. He bent over and held his knees trying to catch his breath. I started to run again but he grabbed my arm and said, “Whoa, come on now just stop running!” He was shaking my shoulders and he scared me at the same time. He looked like the crazy person right now, not me. “Look,-” He huffed out loud, “I know I have a bad temper and I can be such a-a,”

“Jerk?” I added, now leaning against the wall. He smiled and hugged around my shoulders. I went to pull away but he said, “Yeah, a jerk. I have been around those guys my whole life and that’s what I would have said to them, but I should have thought about what I was saying to you. I didn’t mean that, but I do know what happened.” He released me and I asked, “What did happen?” I was nervous. Normally people thought I was just crazy, but the girls at the foster home were pretty dumb now that I thought about it.