Daredevil

9. Dainty

My feet are dead.

I slid the key into the lock and twisted it, but it jammed. I huffed and used my body to hit the door. I did so repeatedly until I was sure I'd popped out my shoulder and the door bursted open.

I was so distracted by my anger towards Darren, the door, and even Greg for leaving me there, that I'd been paying very little attention to my senses. Therefore, I was more than surprised to find Molly and some other guy butt-naked on her bed doing you know what. Wait. That wasn't her bed, it was mine.

"Is that my bed? Are you serious?" I gaped as the man awkwardly shuffled underneath the covers while Molly left herself on full display. I made sure my eyes didn't drift from her face, but it was extremely difficult considering I wanted to check if my bed had suffered any consequences.

"We were just having a little fun." She giggled and stood up, looking back at the boy who hid shamefully. "It's okay, Shamus, this is just my roommate, Faith."

Shamus looked up at me with soft brown eyes and I sighed, letting my compassion get the better of me. "Hey, Shamus." I welcomed somewhat awkwardly. It wasn't his fault that they were having sex in my bed. For all he knew, that was Molly's bed and she lived here alone. It really wasn't fair for me to be mad at him. Molly, however, was a different story.

"Um, hi Faith." He mumbled quietly. "Sorry, I'll go." Molly didn't stop him as he wrapped the covers around himself and got dressed behind it. I looked away in a measly attempt to make it less awkward. We stood in silence as Shamus stumbled out of our dorm, leaving my sheets on the floor in a tangled heap.

"Way to ruin the fun." I took a deep breath and slowly brought my eyes to hers. I glared so hard that I started to get something of a headache. The playful gleam in her eyes disappeared and was replaced by something else. "Knock next time."

My eyes widened and I was about to say something that I'd regret later, but my mouth clamped shut. I tried to move my mouth, but I simply couldn't. It was as if I couldn't find the words to say, but they were all swirling on the top of my tongue, waiting to be spoken.

"Just, wash my sheets, alright?" I tried, looking at my bed disdainfully. Molly sighed with annoyance, as if this was the biggest inconvenience to her, but she nodded nonetheless. I'd say I would've lost it if she'd declined, but I'd be lying. I huffed as she turned her back on me and I decided to go for a walk. We needed groceries anyway.

I grabbed the keys to my car and swirled then around my finger as I shut the door behind me. I sauntered down the stairs with a nonchalance to my attitude. I unlocked my car and got in, smelling Molly's cheap perfume and her acidic vomit from the last time we'd gone to a party together. Although it'd gone out the window, it still smelled as if it'd stained the carpets.

I rolled down the window and backed out of my parking spot with practiced ease. As I pulled onto the main road, I felt a burning sensation in the pit of my stomach. While this could be period cramps, I knew exactly what it was. I looked around for any cops as I stopped at the red light. The road up ahead was generally deserted and I felt a dangerous smirk creeping onto my lips.

The light turned green and I floored it. The car groaned, but lurched forward nevertheless. As the empty buildings passed, I felt the wind flying in through the window, sending my hair into a spiralling mess.

My eyelids fluttered shut and I my instincts take over. I felt the wheel turn slightly and I fought to keep it on track.

5, 6, 7...

I took a deep breath, the wind coming down my throat so fast that it was hard to swallow.

12, 13, 14...

I reached for the radio blindly and turned up the music that was playing. The burning sensation started to tingle and I recognized it as the familiar feeling of adrenaline coursing through my veins.

18, 19, 20...

I heard a car horn and my eyes snapped open. In front of me, was a fast approaching semi. I swiftly swerved out of the way, nearly spinning out, but the wheels caught grip just in time. As I made my way back into the lane at speed deemed acceptable by the limits, I yelled at the top of my lungs. I felt free, and that was how I liked it.

I was constantly caged by the expectations of my parents, society, school. Even female expectation as a whole. I really wanted to be a part of D.A.R.E, but after what Darren did, I wasn't sure I wanted to deal with him, let alone prove him right. I guess I'll just have to get my adrenaline doses from somewhere else.

I rolled up the grocery store and got out of the car smoothly. Locking the car, I waltzed into the store, in a drastically better mood than earlier. I eyed the selection warily, but I knew we were running low. I didn't have a job at the moment, but when I was a teenager, I'd saved up enough money to last me a year at the least.

Ah, the days of dedication.

Surfing through the aisles, I found little that I wanted. As I approached the till, I noticed that the cashier had brown curly hair. Walking a little faster, I examined him as I arrived.

Darren?

"Can I help you, miss?" He asked me and I frowned, wondering how he'd forgotten me. I blinked and suddenly he was gone. In front of me stood a balding middle-aged man. I shivered and tried to forget what had just happened.

"Yes, sorry." I said politely as I placed my items on the conveyor belt. As he weighed them in, I shook my head a few times to discard the remnants of the reverie.