Walking Miles in the Rain

21 Questions

         I was walking home from school and I always liked to take the long way and go through the field. It was the one place where I was able to escape from everything. I wasn't in the field yet when I felt something hard hit my head and the last thing I remember was the iron taste of blood in my mouth. I woke up to a dark room in a strange place I've never seen before. I tried to move but my hands were tied. My body felt cold and I realized I was only in my bra and underwear. I was freaking out and started looking for stuff to break the ropes, I wanted to scream but my lips were taped shut. Two guys entered the room and I was naïve at the time so I thought they were there to help me. I thought wrong. I don't really like to talk about what happened in there. I was shocked and scared. My life was never the same. I didn't go home that night. I knew my mom needed me but today i needed my safe place. I slept in the field that night. I cried myself to sleep. I had nightmares of what happened. 

        I woke up to a man voice and automatically got scared and thought those two guys were back again. I sat up fast ready to hurry up and get away but I realized it wasn't those guys. The guy whose voice I heard was talking to himself near the river. He must've heard me wake up because he said, "You talk in your sleep." before looking at me with beautiful eyes that had so much depth in them. "And you talk to yourself'," I replied and he smiled at that.

"Only when I'm worried," he said

" Why would you be worried?"

"Because I didn't know if you would wake up"

"Why wouldn't I-" and then I felt it a sharp pain in the back of my head. I held my fingers to where it heart and felt a big bump with died blood. I looked over my shoulder to where I was laying down and saw the beautiful green grass stained with red.

"I'm fine." I said.

" That doesn't look fine"

"Why do you care?"

"Is caring such a terrible thing?"

"No. It's just pointless" I was used to the whole not letting people in thing. They would normally pick up pretty fast and have nothing to do with me, but not him. He just ignored it and kept talking.

"What if I do care?"

"You can't. We don't even know each others names. I don't know you and this is a small town everyone knows everyone so that says a lot."

He smiled exposing a single dimple, "Shawn, and you are?"

"Leaving," I said as I walked away.

        I made it no further than three steps before I felt a soft hand reach gently,but forceful enough so I would stop walking, grab mine and I stopped walking but I was stunned and a little angry. But, despite feeling angry, I felt a jolt of another emotion I couldn't identify. It left as quickly as it came.

"Let go of me!" I screamed louder and angrier than necessary while snatching my hand back.

        He lifted his hands in the air in a surrendering sorry. "I'm sorry, I just found you here and you were bleeding. I need to know if you are alright." He smirked with amusement. "You know, you could be nicer to someone who actually cares about you, despite them being a stranger."

His words hit me and i realize that I'm being such an ass, but no way am i going to let him know this. I put on my poker face and then say as coldly as I can, " I didn't ask for your help or your company. I can get around on my own just fine." I turn around to leave and from the corner of my eye, I see him raising his hand so he can stop me. Before he touches me, I stop and turn around with anger written clearly all over my face. "Reach for me again and I swear you will loose that hand,"  I said it so coldly and venomous, that I didn't even recognize my own voice. I turned around and walked away. If I heard myself I would have definetley left me alone, but apparently not this guy because at the last second his hand grabbed mine and he turned me around. " I'll take my chances," he said it as he smirked. I knew that i looked probably as shocked as a deer in headlight, so when he chuckled in amusement I almost lost it. Almost.

        Something about this guy standing up to -what seemed like to him- a cold,ungrateful, bitchy, bleeding stranger, made me more confused than anything. I'm kind of an open book so this confusion and simple curiosity for this boy and his intentions were written in my face. He chuckled lightly and shook his head.

"Are you going to say something or just stand there looking like a lost puppy."

" Listen, I don't know who you are or what you want, but if you would let go of me and let me leave then that would be great."

" At least tell me your name."

"Malaya." I don't know why I told him. I was frustrated and defeated, i just wanted to leave.

He smiled exposing his dimple, "So, Malaya, why were you bleeding and sleeping in a field? Did something happen to you?"

" Listen, Shawn, I don't know about you but I certainly am not the type to spill my guts to a stranger." Even if he is cute and obviously cares for me. But I can't be that stupid girl i was yesterday. That girl so stupid enough to trust in everything. "So maybe we should play 21 questions another time," I added and turned away.

"I'll take you up on that," he shouted after me and I can practically hear his smile in the words. At this moment, I knew that me and this boy were tied together and I was completely horrified.