Dying to love…
By J.A.
Chapter One
She was sitting on her balcony watching how the rain fell; lighting stroke and thunder did sounds that can be used to fall asleep. Or so she thought. In true the weather was bad and getting worse and here she was wondering what to do next. She was close to losing it but she had been closer to death and that beat certain things.
The other night on her way home she was encounter with a horrible sight. A man lay on his back with deep cuts and blood exiting them like a river. Never had she seeing anything in the like except on movies and she wasn’t a fan either. All her guts told her to run and fast. Instead she dropped her grocery bag as bile rose to her throat trying to exit her mouth.
As a collection agent she was use to attend clients with feisty attitudes, demanding boss and too much pressure in her opinion for a job that require none. In honesty the job was easy and simple as long as you let empathy do her thing and clients would think they have an allied in the inside and then she took the payment, really too easy for her. In all the seminars she had taken to keep update this was never discuss.
And what for, silly? You are running in direction of a probably dead man.
Yeah, well it was never mention she was the smarter chick in town, thought Karla answering to the fastidious, logical voice in her head.
In mere seconds she was by his side and putting her clean hands on his dirty body. There was more than blood on him and Karla really didn’t want to give thought about it. In the dark alley was a dumper, bad smells and for some reason she felt they weren’t alone. Making fast attempts she managed to find a very slow pulse on his neck. With her jacket she covered some of the gashes and press down to stop the blood.
“Listen, please wake up.” She whisper lowly as fear set in once and for all. It had been on the back of her mind but until now she’d ignore it. She tried moving him a bit but that didn’t work. Next she reached for her phone but an animalistic growl made her stop. Her eyes widen and she knew her clear green eyes darken with fear and dread. Pressing harder to the wounds she spoke again.
“Damn, please wake up. I’m afraid and I won’t be able to help you if your eyes don’t open. Please, please, do something!” Oh yeah, she was about to stand and make a run when a hand snake around her wrist and she screamed loud and strong for good measure.
“Oh God, I didn’t do anything I swear. I was trying to help and, and I don’t know. I swear…” Karla had closed her eyes to stop the tears. She had stop crying long ago when her father had told her how weak that made her. To prove his point he had hit her with fist, kicks and belts until no more tears leak from her eyes.
“Shh,” was the response she got but she hissed and another hand grabbed her shoulder and pushed her down in direction of the body. Her scream got eaten away by hard and cold lips. Shock Karla paralyze with a new wave of fear and something else. The kiss was a reflection of the lips, cold and hard. It ended when the man lying on the ground push her away with a not so gentle shove. Since she’d kneel at some point she used her hands to steady herself and prevent the fall. The man sat up, with much difficulty, and glare at her. His eyes were the most compelling blue she’d ever seen. Once she had visit a beach that had waters so clear that the blue enamored any who dare watch too long and everyone did. She had certainly done so and that same tropical blue was glaring at her in shades a bit darker yet clearer somehow and still as beautiful as she remember.
“I,” she started but he stood ignoring her and dropping her now bloody jacket. She stood too.
“Are you alright? Let me take you to the hospital, please.” Yet again ignoring her, his eyes fixed in something far behind him and the growl was heard again. Karla jumped in place and prevented a scream by putting her hand to her mouth. Grabbing her free hand the guy rush pass her bags intending for her to keep up with him. Abruptly she snatched her hand back and pick up her bags, she had no food in her apartment and she needed the things. To her surprise the man was eyeing her with curiosity and maybe amusement.
