Girl In Disguise

Chapter 4: Forgive Me

 Why do I always have to deal with the craziest situations I don't really want to be in? Like last month for instance an old perverted man in his mid-forties in some creepy coven or whatever had tried to convert Aries into their weird group and sexually harass her in a public bathroom when she thought he was going to give her some autograph from a celebrity I’ve never even heard of. Hell, I barely know about celebrities. I mean I have a lot more important things to do than watch TV or go to the mall like she has. I watch her twenty hours a day and when I'm not watching her I'm either training in the gym or sleeping.

 Yet, now I'm going straight for Downtown; a place known for disaster, to look for Aries before anything bad happens. I sigh and the guilt claws at me as I think of Aries being harmed or anything bad happening to her. I kind of see her as the bratty younger sibling I never had. She may be trouble with a capital T but she kind of has grown on me. Damn it. Why did I have to cause her such pain? Why am I always an ass to her?

 Leaping off the rooftop of an abandon warehouse building, I drop, swiftly, onto the hard pavement, groaning from the impact. Having inhuman healing abilities and uncanny strength can come in handy at times when dealing with these situations, yet I’m still human enough to still certainly feel the pain. Good thing I was gifted with certain healing agents within my blood and saliva. Though, honestly, if you ask me what the hell I am I can't really say because I myself don't even know. All I know is that I sure as hell am not your average human. Though in appearance, I guess, I am since no one's going around screaming at the top of their lungs: "monster" when they see me.

 As a child I understood long ago never to let anyone know my secret of being inhuman. I learned my lesson with the incident with my foster parents whom wanted me dead and gone from the start when they saw my abilities and ugly nature firsthand. They couldn’t understand that I knew I was a monster and yet…I always have the feeling of wanting to be as human as possible.

 Dread fills my thoughts when I imagine Abe finding out about any of my secrets. He'd look at me like they had with raw fear and betrayal. I don't ever want that to happen. He's the first to show me such kindness and trust in such a long time. I don't want to lose that.

 I inhale the fresh air of the dark star-lit sky, sadness seeping into my bones as doubt clouds my thoughts.

Shaking my head, I try smacking myself in the forehead to clear my thoughts (though I know it won't help, unfortunately it's a bit of a bad habit) and focus on looking for Aries.

 With my mind a nerve-wrack of emotion over searching for Aries, I don't seem to notice the person a few feet ahead of me, blocking my way of the exit of another alley I just begin running through.

 Stumbling right into the person's tall figure, our bodies collide into one another and my legs are swept out from underneath me as I fall on my ass with a harsh thud, hearing the stranger’s grunt of discomfort.

 "Damn it, why don't you look where you're going, asshole?" a blond haired lean yet well-built middle aged guy mutters in an irked, yet calm tone as he glowers down at me with a set of the most intense cold amber eyes I've ever seen; his brawny intimidating figure towering over me by about a foot. His whole body seems to radiate some massive dark vitality as the atmosphere crackles with an unwelcomingly chilling vibe while he stares me dead in the eyes, silently.

 Dazed, my jaw just about drops in astonishment at the man in front of me. What the hell is it with me ending up pissing off gorgeous men or them hating me? It's as if God's trying to torment me with such beautiful people that seem to end up with horrible personalities.