Fatal Attraction
They say his.....
Face, a concealer for his darkest secret.
Eyes, sealed windows to his emotions.
Lips, bearers of his true identity.
Voice, masquerades the fear hidden within him.
Mind, a corrupt vessel home to various voices.
Heart, walls of Jericho; barriers that remain unbroken.
But when I see him; I see nothing more than a young and caring guy whose heart has been broken time after time, he's just trying to make it day by day. Not looking for love; but has no idea that love, is looking for him.
All throughout the day, I feel him staring at me, watching me, Trying to figure me out as if I'm a sudoku puzzle set on hard. I chuckle to myself. I turn to him, but only so a moment, and once I meet those breathtaking blue eyes that moment seems like hours. I want to get to know him. I want to know what makes him so cutting edge. But, his appearance seems to blind me from what's on the inside. Everything about him screams "DANGER!!" Am I soon to become a bearer of knowledge, that may entangle me in something I want no part of? Sooner rather than later? Am I soon to see him for who he really is? Is he more than what meets the eye? Or is he exactly who they call him? A Fatal Attraction...
After a few days have passed, he has finally gathered the courage to come and talk to me. As we talk, I feel a twinge of anxiety and a burst of excitement, Having him next to me is all I've ever wanted, and I don't plan on letting him go, not just yet anyway. Even if he is what they say he is. A Fatal Attraction. Frankly, I couldn't care less. I think I might love him, but I just can't help but feeling that something horrific is coming soon...very, very, soon.
The next night.
Our day has ended, and as we walk down the abandoned street, he slips his warm hand into mine. He whispers sweet compliments into my ear. All of a sudden, that feeling of tragedy tries to ease it's way up my spine but freezes as if it knows it's been caught. It drops to the pit of my stomach. Soon after my feeling of tragedy reveals itself, He tells me something I wish he hadn't. Something I wouldn't dare repeat to another soul. Ever! Something so cringing. As soon as he spoke those words, my knees buckled.
"Baby, I...killed someone. He was the leader of a rival gang."
"WHAT!" I exclaim as I back away slowly.
"I'm sorry." He closes the space between us and pulls me close to him. I'm supposed to be running and screaming like a maniac, but I stay put and melt into him. For some strange reason, his embrace is comforting. The smell of Old Spice cologne and Axe deodorant intoxicates me. Making me feel as if I'm the safest I can be, right there in his arms, but as I wrap my arms around his waist my fingers brush past the butt of a gun. The freezing metal snaps me right back into the harsh reality I was desperately trying to escape. His words flood my eardrums and thoughts once more. Shattering the peace I once had. I shudder with the new that was currently embedded in my brain like shards of broken glass. None of which I ever would've expected.
"He killed a rival gang leader. Does he have any idea what he's done?"
" Of course not" My conscience replies.
I am left baffled, confused and very afraid. "Did he know that he may have just endangered something far bigger than a reputation, the one thing you can't get back once it's taken from you?" Does he know that he may have just cost us...our lives? I want to tell him this, but before I could fix my lips to speak a sleek, glossy, jet black Mustang comes roaring up the street, swerves sharply to the right onto the curb leaving skid marks on the sidewalk. I scream. "Oh, now you scream," My conscience says sarcastically. I'm praying he'll protect me. The park in front of us, their front bumper centimeters away from our knees. There are four of them. They open the doors and step out with such unison, it sent chills all throughout my body. They were all wearing black and gold hoodies. I gasp, I know these guys, they call themselves "The Brotherhood." The brothers walked forward as we walk backward; more so him forcing my body back, and me pulling his. Trey, the beta brother spoke first.
"Well, well, well. Look what we have here boys, Anthony, and his girlfriend"
He said Anthony's name as if it were poison. He sounds as if he despises Anthony.
"Shoot, I would hate him too if he killed my brother " My conscience states.
"Wait, How could I not put the pieces together? I am so stupid! Trey is Jordan's older brother!" Anthony spoke up this time
"Look, Trey man listen, we don't have to do this, not now"
"Listen, Anthony, I didn't come here to do any talking," Trey said with a very prevalent tone of hatred in his voice.
"I didn't have a choice, you know how the "Game" works."
"Yeah, I know how it works. But, I also know it's a "life for a life."Trey replies.
"Ooohh, it's about to go down" my annoying conscience throws in her two cents yet again.
"Shut up, will ya?" I silence her.
" " She silences.
"Thank you," I tell her mentally, "you were kinda getting on my nerves."
Trey was reaching for something.
"Time to go." My conscience warns. She was indeed correct, it was time to go.
"Anthony; I want to go, NOW!"
"Okay, let's go." He replies.
"Baby, I'll keep you safe, I promise."
He grabs my hand and we turn to leave.
"I don't think so," Trey calls after us as he whips out his .22 Magnum. Three clear shot, screeching tires, frantic EMTs, and an immense amount of blood.
