Letters For Indie

~Chapter 10~

It was 10  o'clock. 

Almost everyone had left, and I was sitting on the beach alone, left with my thoughts.

My feet brushed up against the white, velvety sand, and rippes of cold water washed up against my legs. I wiggled my toes and pushed them deeper into the sand.

This was nice.

The fresh, beach air, the screeching but sweet caws of the seagulls, the colorful little fish splashing around in the shallow water. Just the finesse of everything-- it was beautiful.

I felt someone push my shoulder, releasing me from the pleasant illusion that was fluttering around in my mind.

"I'm taking Ella home for the night. Coming?"

An exhausted looking Marcus looked back at me. Gabby's arms were draped around his shoulders, and she was stuttering random words and swaying softly.

"Kiss me Marcus. Kiss me," she whispered into his ear.

Gabby tightened her hold around his neck and pouted.

"Please Marcus. I love you. Don't you love me too?"

He used his palm to gently push her face away. "Stop, Ella. Stop."

She roughly pushed away from his grasp, and stumbled back towards him.

Her hands reached up to his arms and started trailing little lines along his inked tattoos.

"I like....this one," she tapped on the design of a one-way arrow.

"Ella you're drunk."

"Don't leave me Marcus. I love you."

"Okay, let's go home. We're going to leave now," he said firmly.

She staggered and fell back into his arms. Marcus turned to look at me.

"Are you coming, Indie Blair?" 

"No. But thanks."

"Sure about that?"

"Yes. I like the smell of serenity," I mumbled, swiping my hand across the grainy terrain.

"Me too."

"Goodnight, Marcus Pierce," I said smiling.

He nodded and hosited a very intoxicated Gabriella into his arms. I watched them until they disappeared behind the dunes.

Minutes passed.

A few people were still by the bonfire, getting drunk and laughing hysterically. 

I heard soft giggles, and saw some girl pulling a stumbling boy along with her. They ducked down behind a large dune, with only their feet sticking out.

As much as I didn't want to return home and face the reality which was Martin, I had to. He was probably worried sick.

I didn't want to cause him anymore trouble than I already have.

No matter how much he gushed and said, "Daddy's Little Girl," I was just a hindrance.

Walking away from the seashore and the bonfire, I approached a parking lot near the food vending stalls. The stalls were desolate, and the air was quiet.

I kept on walking. This wasn't a big town.

Certainly I could find my way home.

I was on the border of the beach and was nearing a few shops, light still flickering inside them. The streets were lonely, with only one or two cars passing by.

All of a sudden, I heard footsteps. 

"Are you lost?" a raspy voice called out.

I froze in my place, and slowly turned around.

"And we meet again."

I came face to face with Darius. His eyes were bright red and bloodshot, and a few nerves popped out of his arms. He swiveled his neck and cracked it loudly. 

There were three guys behind him. They all had the same nasty looks, with the insane eyes and an aura that read, "I enjoy making children cry".

The pig and his fellow pigs were snickering, and one crashed a beer bottle to the ground.

Darius broke the pin-drop silence around us.

"I like that shirt."

I shifted my look to my feet.

"Would look better off you though."

He grinned widely and took a step forward. I turned around swiftly and started walking faster. I knew they were still following though.

"Come on, darling. Don't be like that."

I didn't say a word.

"Let's go back to my place. Have some fun."

Oh my god.

"I don't take no for an answer," he slurred angrily.

And then I did the only thing that I could think of. I ran.