When She Cries

Him

I layed in my bed, the thin sheets barely warming my cold body. As I exhaled a breathe I hadn't noticed I'd been holding, I realized the house was completely silent. My mom wasn't home from work until morning..The silence gave me a weird sense of relief from my thoughts. Everything was completely quiet except for the sound of my breathing.

It felt as if everything had stopped for a brief moment to let the world breathe in its chaos. It was at that moment that a strike lighting followed by a trembling crash filled the air. I jumped at the sound, clenching the blankets and eventually slowly my breathe.

The sound of rain drops hitting the roof calmed me as I returned to my thoughts. I reached for my phone and checked the time, the sudden bright light making me squint my eyes. It was 12:29, and hadn't had enough to eat at lunch. I climbed out the bed sheets and made my way to the kitchen. I walked onto the tile, my bare feet freezing cold as I opened the food pantry. As I scanned the goodies and candy there was a knock at the door. I tensed up and inwardly panicked. Who ever would knock at this late?

I went to the door and peeked through the window area at the top of the door. It was a tall male figure. The darkness casted a dark shadow on the figure, but the dim light bulb that hung on my porch allowed me to see his eyes, two mesmerizing ocean blue eyes that wore the same desperate and sorrowful look I had worn many times before.
No one deserved to stay out in a terrible rainstorm like this..
I opened the door and the figure stepped into the light, I looked down at his muddy shoes and scanned him upwardly, he wore navy jeans and a red loose sweater, also damp with rainwater. And then I met his eyes, his mesmerizing sorrowful eyes, the eyes of Charlie Logan..

The eyes of the school's one and only 'bad boy'...