Tough

Ch. 3

Ch.3

"Where've you been bitch?" my uncle asked angrily. His words filled with hate. I stared at the knife in his hand. It was being pointed at me.

"I-I was at a friend's house," I replied, the fear evident in my voice. He smirked in satisfaction. He knew I was terrified of him.

"You didn't ask my permission."

"Well, I wasn't sure you cared," I said, with the teensy bit of courage I had left. His eyes widened a bit, his expression looking angrier.

"Don't talk to me like that, you brat," his threatening tone making me flinch. The knife in his hand was getting closer to me, so I backed away a little. I slowly turned my head back to see the door I had come in through. I sighed hoping my plan would work.

My uncle was getting closer to me. I waited until he was inches away. I kneed him right in the crotch and went out the door as fast as I could. I ran through the whole neighborhood and I looked back to check if he was following and, fortunately, he wasn't. I guess I wasn't worth the exercise. I was about to turn my head around, when my body collided with something hard. I fell on my butt.

"I'm so sorry!" a guy's voice said. I looked up. There stood a tall, muscular, shirtless guy. He had brown hair that was swept to the side. He reached his hand towards me and had an apologetic look on his gorgeous face. I took his hand and he helped me up. He towered over me. My face was facing his very exposed chest.

"N-no, I-I'm sorry! I wasn't paying attention to where I was going," I said, trying to tear my eyes away from his toned chest. I tried as hard as I could to look at his face and, when my eyes did reach his face, he was biting his lip trying not to laugh. His deep blue eyes were filled with amusement.

"I'm Ty. What's your name?" he asked.

"Norah," I looked back to make sure my uncle wasn't close, "I'm sorry, but I have to go."

I started to run when he caught my arm and spun me back around. His face showed confusion and concern.

"Are you okay? Why are you running?" he asked, his voice expressing concern.

"I'm fine. I just felt like running," I said, brushing him off. He raised an eyebrow.

"You're a terrible liar. Who are you running from?" he asked.

"M-my friend. We um we're playing hide and seek," I lied once again.

"Really?" he said in a flat tone, "Why are you lying?"

"Why should I tell you?" I snapped, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Because I'm trying to help you. Tell me, you can trust me," he said calmly. I sighed.

"Why do you wanna know so badly?" I asked, getting frustrated. I looked around me once again. I spotted my disheveled uncle looking around and I panicked. My eyes went wide as he finally spotted me. My breath hitched in my throat. He started running in my direction.

"Because you look like you're in trouble," Ty said, eyeing me with confusion.

"Okay, I'll tell you but we have to leave. Now," I said grabbing his hand and running as fast as my short legs could take me. I kept running in random directions to disorient my drunk uncle. I looked back to see if he was still behind us and, much to my relief, he wasn't. I finally stopped and looked around. I was in a random alley with graffiti sprayed across the walls. I would've admired some of the art work if I wasn't in this situation.