Trust Isn't Given Easily

Chapter 2: (Maya)

Chapter 2: 

Maya's POV:

            My body was in immense amounts of pain. My arms and legs were the most sore. I’ll admit I have been through worse from my brothers, but that’s when we play around at home. We only do it out of fun at home, but now was not the case.

            When the men had grabbed me, I had been walking back to the spot where my brother was going to pick me up. Luke had dropped me off in the city this morning, because he had to pick up some stuff for the farm in September, and I wanted to go see about some new guitar strings for my acoustic guitar back at home. They had come out of nowhere and covered my mouth dragging me into the alley. I fought back like my other brother Eric taught me, but I was useless against two full-grown men.

            One of them had stopped hitting me at some point, but all I remember after that is running away from the second guy and hiding. I ran down the alley to this dumpster. Just before I had pulled the mattress in front of the open space, I saw five more men fighting the two that had beat me. I didn’t take any chances and hid myself behind the dumpster. Huddling in the corner, I wiped what I could of the continuous tears coming down my face. There was a bit of blood on my sleeve from my split lip and a cut on my right temple, but I simply ignored it. I had more to worry about right now. I was able to stay silent the whole time. I knew the other five men were looking for me, because I saw them through a small crack walking around searching for me.

            All five of them had hoods on that were covering most of their faces. They looked to be about the same size as the other two.

            Once I thought they were gone, I moved my foot that had fallen asleep beneath me, but just after I had moved I heard footsteps stop. My eyes widened and I panicked freezing on the spot, hoping he hadn’t heard me.

            I was wrong.

            I heard his footsteps slowly making their way over to the dumpster and started to pull the mattress back. I positioned myself with my knees to my chest incase he tried to come in I could at least kick him in the face. I know kinda harsh, but what else am I going to do to get away from them? The man slowly walked over to the opening and looked in at me. To be honest I am completely terrified at the moment.

            I was confused when he backed away and just, he just…just sat down, like a little kid, watching me. I couldn’t see his face, and I was hoping he wouldn’t see mine, but I was confused. Here I thought he would be like the other men and hurt me, but he almost looks like he’s waiting for me.

            It was quiet for a while, until he decided to break the silence.

            “Are you alright?” he spoke quietly, “I won’t hurt you.” He reached his hand out to me. His hand reminded me of when the man grabbed me and threw me to the ground. I backed away and hid further back from his reach behind the dumpster. I closed my eyes trying to get those men’s faces out of my mind, but I couldn’t forget them.

            I opened my eyes, hoping not to see the horrible men’s faces. Luckily it worked. Another thing I saw when I opened my eyes was how the man slowly pulled back his hand and sat back down. By his posture, he almost looked hurt that I was so scared. I felt bad for making him ups-what am I talking about?! I don’t care if I made him upset or not! He’ll try to beat me! At least that’s what my mind thought. I know this will sound stupid, but my heart felt differently about him. I felt like I should trust him and let him help me.

            Listening to my heart more than my brain, I tried to relax a bit to show him, I just didn’t want him to touch me. His head kind of tilted to the side a bit when I did that, almost as if he was trying to figure out what I was trying to imply with my body language. He just kind of watched me from where he was. Looking from under his hood at me. I knew we couldn’t see each other’s faces, but we almost studied each other.