How to Fall in Love With Someone who Doesn't Believe in Love

Chapter 2

"Get back here you ungrateful little bitch!" I was running in what seemed to be like a house. It was dark and I couldn't see anything at all. He was chasing me. His loud footsteps seemed to come closer and closer and closer.
Suddenly I saw a light outside through a window. I went over to the window and tried to open it. His footsteps kept getting louder and louder. I pulled the bottom of the window up will all my might. Slowly it slid open. His footsteps were right behind me as a jumped through the window I had just opened. "Get back here you ungrateful little bitch!" I hear him scream again.
I ran towards the light. Reaching it, I realized that it was on a street corner. It illuminated the eroding sidewalk which was covered in chalk drawing of princesses, dragons, and faraway places. "Get back here you ungrateful little bitch!" I heard the guy scream again. I turned to where I heard his voice and loud pounding footsteps coming closer to me. His dark looming figure seemed to slowly step out of the darkness as he was running towards me. His face seemed to be set in a permanent scowl which only made him more frightening.
When his facial features became more distinct; I suddenly realized who he was. Why was he here? He wasn't supposed to be here. The house behind him which I realized I had run from, suddenly, was illumined by light from an unknown source. I turned away and started to run from the man who used to be the center of my world and the place I, only 3 years ago, used to call my home.
I tried to run far away but legs seemed to turn to mush and my muscles refused to make any movement. He was right there, behind me. His loud footsteps stopped as his hand reached out and gripped my hair, pulling me back.
I screamed so loud I thought my voice would break at any point and I would no longer be able to express my pain and alarm. "No!" I shouted into the darkness. Somebody would hear me...right? "Please! Don't hurt me!" He pulled my hair harder. "Somebody! Help!!!"
I suddenly heard a voice in the distance, "Mar, Maria wake up!" it said but I couldn't see who was yelling my name.
He pulled my hair even harder. I felt some of the strands begin to rip out of my skull. "Mar, hey, wake up. Please!" Suddenly, I was dropped onto the hard sidewalk. My head hit against the hard concrete and the pain became all too much for me. I felt the darkness consume me. Maybe, I thought, it will take me to see princesses, dragons, and places far away...

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­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­­ I woke up to the sun greedily taking away my sleep by shining through my window. Drowsily, I rubbed the sleepiness out of my eyes. I hadn't slept much due to my nightmare but it wasn't out of the ordinary. I glaced at the slouched figure sitting in the corner chair next to my bedroom window. His features had a mysterious aura to them, even more than what I had suspected last night. The light seemed to guide his face towards a darker world. Maybe he did live in a darker world.
I took a quick shower before venturing downstairs to find a glass of water and some aspirin for my growing headache. My mind began replaying the scene where I first saw Angel. His relaxed but authoritative figure seemed to fill the room. His muscles were almost stretching the fabric of his shirt. His hands seemed like they were sculpted by God himself! He was perfect. He was the definition of perfection!!! Wait. The bruises, they were the imperfection. Like Miley Cyrus said: "Nobody's perfect." But who would do that to him?
I then realized that I had been standing in the kitchen for about 10 minutes drooling over a guy I barely knew and had invited to stay overnight at my house. What was I thinking?! He could have killed me!!! But he didn't said a voice in my head.
Grabbing two glasses from the cabinet, I quickly filled mine with water and took a sip of before throwing two aspirins in my mouth and taking another sip of water. I filled the unused glass with water and started walking up the stairs to my room. I stepped into my room only to find a shirtless Angel standing there looking out the window with his cell phone in his hand. His back was the most glorious back I have ever seen! Can I say that; can a back be glorious? Maybe I was dreaming. This guy was turning into the cliché perfect person for a hopeless romantic. It was like every chick flick EVER! DAMN YOU KARMA! He suddenly tensed and turned around, looking at me wide eyed like I was a crazy woman.
"What?" He asked.
"Huh?" I responded stupidly looking at his bruised mid-section that was on display before me.
"You just screamed 'damn you karma' at the top of your lungs..." He said still confused, and still looking at me like I was a crazy person. Oh my gosh. I said that out loud?! Mentally face palming, I held out the water and aspirin to him as a silent "I'm sorry for screaming at 8 in the morning". I watched him pour out 8 pills into his hand and swallow them all with only one sip of water. He reached for his shirt, which was lying on my bed; he tensed and gritted his teeth in pain as he lifted the shirt over his head. The area where his bruises were, slowly tensed and relaxed when he moved, almost as if his muscles were groaning and demanding he not move at all. Before I could stop myself, the words came tumbling out of my mouth,
"Where did you get those bruises?"
"Why do you care?" He asked right back, becoming defensive.
"Because you're my friend." I shot right back at him.
"What?"
"You're my friend." I stated. It was true, I guess. Even though I didn't know much, or anything about him other than what he told me last night; I still considered him a friend.
"You don't know me." He started to walk out my bedroom.
"You can still be my friend!" He was almost to my front door and I was just following him like a lost puppy.
"No I can't! A friend knows more things about me than 3 lousy facts! You aren't my friend." Fortunately for him, he didn't have to see the look that crossed my face, only momentarily, after he said that. He jerked open the front door and revealed a car on the curb in front of my house.
"YOU STILL OWE ME, YOU KNOW!!!" I screamed but he just kept on walking. He made no attempt to answer me so I stood on my front porch and screamed again, "MOST PEOPLE WOULD HAVE SAID THANK YOU BY NOW!"
"Yah," he turned around and answered, "Thanks Angelo for saving me last night! Thanks Angelo for carrying my fat ass to the bedroom from the cab last night! Thanks Angelo for dealing with me screaming every hour during the night! You have some real shit going on that I just didn't want to deal with and I don't even get a thank you!" I just stared at him. I mean...I hadn't thought...I mean...I forgot.
My face fell. I went from a mad, screaming girl to an innocent and lost one. I blinked and let one tear fall before whispering a quiet "Thank you", I turned around and rushed back inside, slamming the door shut behind me, blocking the rest of the world out.