Sighted

Chapter 1

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Come outside. My eyes stared at the text message with a blank expression; this man was outside of my house. There was no escape. If I hadn't started texting him in the first place, I wouldn't have had this problem.

          But I had to text him back, it was like a chore. If I didn't, he would start calling and leaving depressing voicemails, begging for me to return his call or to text him back.

          Finally, I pushed myself off of the bed to look out of the window. His red sport car was waiting in the driveway, the quietness exposing the roaring of the engine.

          I sighed before pulling my hoodie over my head, it's not like I needed it. But I was an anemic who was almost constantly cold.

          I crept slowly into the hallway, listening to the sounds of my dad flipping the pages of what I assumed to be the newspaper. I exhaled deeply as I forced myself to walk down the stairs, only peeking into the living room for a quick second, before slipping out of the front door.

          I jumped back slightly at the sight of him, I didn't expect him to be at the door.

          As I clicked the door shut behind me, he pushed his curly hair out of his face, exposing his hazel eyes. "Hey," he breathed, a smile forming on his face.

          I was polite enough to return the smile, crossing my arms to protect myself from the cool wind.

          His left arm slowly moved out from behind his back, handing me a pink flower. I didn't want to take it, I would just be giving him hope. But my heart was too warm to say no, I couldn't stand the sight of others getting hurt. Especially if I was the reason.

          I stared at the flower for a while, watching as the tiny petals swayed in the wind. Reluctantly I took it, grabbing it with a few fingers by the stem.

          "Why weren't you at school today?" His eyebrows raised with curiosity as he pushed the question towards me like he was suspicious.

          I sighed, "The same reason why a lot of people miss school: I wasn't feeling well."

          He took a step towards me, making me want to walk back in my house and shut the door in his face. I didn't though; I stood my ground with a twisted look on my face. "Are you okay?"

          I pushed the strands of hair behind my ear, which was blowing freely in the wind. "I'm fine," I answered calmly. "Nothing a little Pamprin couldn't fix. Too bad I was cramping so much I couldn't get out of bed to get it."

          He cringed, "can't you get medicine that helps that stuff?"

          "It's called birth control," I nodded. The conversation ended quickly, both of our presence standing in the silence. It didn't help much; I could still feel his eyes trailing every part of my body, making me want to cry and run away.

          "So what did you come over for?" I asked, trying to snap him out of his disturbing trance.

          "You want to come over for dinner tomorrow?" He stuffed his hands into his front pockets, watching me almost with a threatening look.

          "Um," I glanced down at my moccasins and his converse shoes. "Blake, I really don't think I should."

          He sighed, rolling his eyes at me. "C'mon, my mom misses you and-"

          His eyes drifted over my head, to the sound of the door opening. I turned around to follow his gaze, finding my tall father standing in the doorway, cleaning his gun.