Dreams Come True

Chapter Three

I storm down the street and towards the town centre. I cant make up my mind wether or not, to go into town and get some retail therapy in the expensive stores or go to the beach and clear my head, peacefully. 

My jaw is clenched and my eyes are ablaze, my hands are curled into fists and my blood is boiling. I am so angry i'm starting to see red. I make a turn left onto Harddard St, towards the beach. I feel sick to my stomach, every single bloody time I think, 'Oh, maybe this guy could be different.' He fucking isn't. 

Every. Single. Time. 

As I come to the end of the street i can feel the cool ocean breeze smash against my face. My hair flying everywhere, kind of making me look a little like Medusa. Which is something i'm not fond of. I tie my hair back into a high ponytail, and pull it tight. I cross the road and find a nice rock that I will make my throne. Once I spot a big rock, stuck between two smaller ones either side I head over to it and park my bottom on it. Unfortunately, it is still up by the road. So im not as alone as I would like to feel, but it's the nicest looking rock I could find.

I close my eyes and tilt my head back slightly. I take a deep breath, feeling that cool, soothing breeze. I let it run down my skin, raising my goosebumps, I feel it climb through my skin into my blood and muscles. I focus on the feeling of my muscles relaxing, I listen to the sound of the waves crashing against the sand and rocks. The small children, laughing and screaming with their parents. The birds chirping, above me, beside me and in front of me. I let all these soothing and happy noises soothe my mind and body. 

"Hey there," I open my eyes slowly, I was so relaxed i didn't manage to get a fright from the mysterious voice who spoke. I turn my head in the direction the voice came from, I look behind me and see the same guy who works at the car dealership and went by the name of Darrell. I raise my eyebrow as he sits on the rock next to me and stretches out. "What do you want?" I ask him, not really caring that i'm being rude. I was actually enjoying my alone time and peace and quiet. 

He looks at me, stunned. "Why so sharp beautiful?" He asks with his hand placed over his heart. 

"Why so annoying Darrell?" I answer back with a question, a sarcastic tone to my voice. His short brown hair swayng in the wind. He smirks at me, "You know my name." He states as if it was something that i never would have known, even though he was wearing a name tag. I chuckle, "You were wearing a name tag and that dick called you Darrell in front of me, so..." I trail off, leaving him to figure out the rest. 

He nods and smiles, his dimples showing. "Ahh, the girl from work. Mr. Gold seemed to have taken a liking to you.." 

I scrunch my face up, ew! Mr. Gold. Fuck right off. "More like Mr. Selfish. Seriously, he can go choke on the shit he talks. I didn't even end up buying the stupid bloody car because of him. I really wanted it." I sigh and look towards my hands that are placed on my lap and twiddle my thumbs. 

"He left straight after you did, i can take you back and you can buy it if you want?" He offers me, ut i kindly decline. Not feeling like buying a car anymore. Maybe i should just buy flights, find a place to live, find a job and leave. Get a new start to life. A third try, third time lucky, right? 

I just want to leave everything behind. Start fresh, finish my last year of high school that i was unable to finish due to my mother passing away and my dad forcing me to start paying rent, when i had no job or source of income. No wonder i moved - no, ran away.

"I can take you home if you like? I just need to go to the supermarket first." He offers me, i turn and look at him, searching his face, trying to find any kind of...i dont know. "We can get ice cream?" He gives me a cheesy smile, one thats infectiou and i couldnt help but smile. I nod and fix my bag strap on my shoulder, he stands and hold his hand out for me, i blush and put my hand in his, i take a step to steady myself as i was lifted but the rock slipped and i crashed into Darrell's sexy, rock hard chest. His arms automatically wrapping themselves around me, holding me up. I put my head down and mumble, "Sorry,"