Fate Happens

reuniting with a superstar after he mugged me two years ago (title in working)

Okay so i thought of this while i was on holidays. I know there's probably a few grammar mistakes so sorry about that. Um please tell me if it sounds alright. The title is a bit weird i know so if you have any suggestions, please tell me :) oh and tell me if you think it's worth continuing please.

I remember it all started when I was thirteen, and I'd gotten really angry when my mum and dad started fussing over me. All I'd wanted to do was walk back from the restaurant to go to the motel. And apparently it's too dangerous. Yeah, it was four buildings away, two of them were posh restaurants. So why would anyone try to attack me there. So when they'd gone to bed, I'd snuck out and talk an extremely long just to annoy them. I was telling myself that I wanted them to wake up and find me, but secretly I knew I'd be scared if they did, of how'd they react

I yawned and stretched my arms up high above me. The cool beach air kissed my skin and I breathed it in deeply. The street light flickered above me before going out completely.

"Fantastic," I mutter sarcastically. My thongs (A/N: flip flops not the knickers) scraped against the worn down concrete and I make a face at how loud it sounds. Something didn't feel right. Call it gut instincts but I really wanted to get back to motel. I'd started walking just a tiny bit faster but before I could make it round the corner to the motel I heard a shuffling noise and I spun around.

I backed up against the wall which was probably really stupid of me. A guy about my age pressed himself against me, holding a knife against my throat.

"You know usually people go with a simple hello," I choked out. He scowled and pressed his arm further into my throat.

"But this way's cool to, don't worry, you know I talk a lot when I'm nervous, not that your looks make me nervous, no, no, you know you've got a knife...at my throat," I rambled, my heart beating faster with every minute. The guy just looked at me, with his eyebrows raised.

I laughed nervously, "Maybe I'll just stop talking right now." I did one of those little laughs, you know that little breath that comes out after you've finished having a big laugh.

"Shut up and give me your wallet," he hissed, his eyes staring into mine.

"Um see here's the thing...I don't...have it?" I said but it sounded more like a question. I did that nervous laugh again. They guy made a frustrated sound and shoved me away from him. I stumbled forward onto the path. I landed on my hands and knees and I felt guilty for some reason.

"You know, I don't think you'd make a very good masseuse," I offered, rubbing my neck. I stood up and saw the guy stalking off. I hesitated, not sure if I should go ahead with what I was already thinking.

"Wait," I called out, screwing my face up. I opened one eye, and saw him standing with his back to me, his head slightly turned towards me.

"Um, why do you need money?" I stammered.

"Why? Cause I've got to bloody survive don't I? My parents dropped me off real quick as a baby. How else am I supposed to get food? Of course you don't understand ," he snarled. I opened my mouth and then closed it. I sighed in defeat, and let my compassionate side take over.

"Wait here," I ordered and quickly dashed around the corner. I tried to calm down my breathing, thinking of all the other things I should be doing.

No this is the right thing, I told my self. I pulled out my key card and quickly swiped my way into the building. It was past midnight, and I don't think my parents knew I was out. Oh well, they'll still be dead asleep when I return...If I return. I gave a nervous laugh as I rode up the elevator. I started pressing the buttons repeatedly as if this would make it go faster. When I finally emerged on my floor I flew down the hall, until I reached the end. Panting I quickly let myself into the room.