Chapter Five
Mitchell's POV
I was getting ready to leave, go get something to... eat, when the doorbell rang. Who would be visiting me? My only friend, Layla, a ten-year old girl at that, isn't allowed to visit me anymore. All a misunderstanding but humans take things... No they jump to conclusions. That's it. I am now deemed a paedophile because my friend, a little girl, took the wrong dvd from my bookcase. It is not even mine! An ex sent it to me, trying to convince me to rejoin THEM. I can not believe that Layla had to watch it. I don't think she got to the end though because no one has tried to burn my house down.
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Oh, right. The doorbell. I open the door to see Layla.
"Layla, what are you doing here?"
She looks so sad, and it is because of me. Her eyes were red and puffy as if she had been crying for days. Knowing her, she probably had. People probably think I am weird for being friends with a ten-year old but she is so mature for her age, sweet and pure. She makes me feel human, which is all I want.
"I had to come and see if you were okay! I am so sorry!"
Oh, I couldn't just stand here and watch her cry. I went against what was probably smart and pulled her into a tight bear hug, while brushing a tear away.
"It is okay, honey. Not your fault at all but you really shouldn't be here."
I didn't want to say that to her, but I had to. The street already hated me, wanted me gone. And here they came to make me feel welcome. Please notice the sarcasm.
"Oi! What'd you think your doing? Get away from her, ya creep!"
"Leave her alone, you PEDO!"
"Look he is holding her!"
"Get her away from him, he may hurt her!"
I watched as they all creeped closer. They were worse than my kind. We don't travel in packs, we don't isolate and intimidate...much.
"No! Mitchell didn't do anything wrong. You don't understand!"
Awwh. Her heart is just too good. Trying to save me. I love this girl and NOT in a sexual way, that everyone seems to think. I love her as if she was my own daughter, flesh and blood. I can't have my own because of.. what I am.
"Look, he has her brainwashed. LEAVE! Get out of our neighbourhood."
Oh what an idiot. They are making me so angry. I need to calm down. Before I do something I regret. Layla surprises me and hugs me. I am pretty sure she is trying to hide from everyone, the true animals! I need to comfort her, tell her it's okay but before I can even begin to whisper to her, she is ripped from my arms. I reach out to grab her back, but lose her in the crowd. Some "tough" guy steps forward, trying to be threatening. What a freaking joke!
"Layla! Get here now!"
I look over to see Lucy (Layla's mum) shouting at Layla who is standing in the middle on the road. I can hear that there is a car coming but of course, no one else can. Layla is just standing, deep in thought, no doubt about what is going on right now. Thinking about me.
The car round the corner and the head lights are lighting the street. Lucy has noticed the car as well. She is yelling and screaming at Layla, but it will be too late. The car is only seconds away from hitting Layla.
Before I can even continue to think, my body takes over. I run at my normal speed, I can't think about the consequences, and jump. I am only able to protect Layla from the full force of the car. She got hit. Layla still got hit. I stand up and brush myself off. If anyone has seen me they will have questions. But I don't care. I need to check on Layla.
She is just lying their, not moving but I can hear her heart beat. It is faint but it is their which is some what comforting. I look at her, so fragile in her human form. She looks so small, so child-like. I know she is a child but when she talks, you forget that. If I could cry, I would. I haven't felt this much heart break in, well ever.
"Get away from her, ya hear? Get away!" Lucy shouted at me.
She is puffing from running from her house to the accident site. Tears are pouring out of her eyes making her make-up run everywhere. She looks like a crazy woman on crack. If I wasn't so distraught and if the situation wasn't so sad, I would laugh. But I can't. I can not do or say anything. I just need to get out of here, need to escape.
So I run.
