i choose u

.Chapter Four.

.Chapter Four.

  I walked down the quiet road towards Blaine's house.

     The sun was just setting behind the tall buildings, changing the blue colored sky to a light colored pink. 

      I took in a deep breath. I had three heavy bags in my hands, I've been gone for about five hours. I have been wandering around in the mall, going through the cloths store and buying jewelry. Honestly, while I was living with my father, I never got the chance to go anywhere alone without him freaking out about it. I started getting that feeling in my gut that I did something wrong. 

     "Shoot! Maybe I should have talk to Blaine," I said under my breath. A car zoomed by me and blew something hanging out of my bag. My hand reached out, to grab it before it flew away but it was a light scarf that carried in the wind easily. I chased after it, almost tripping but caught myself. Finally, the wind died down and the new scarf I bought laid in the middle of the road. I sighed and picked it up. Just my freaking luck. I brushed it off with my other hand and placed it back in the bag, making sure nothing else was going to fly out. 

     I continued onward for a little while. All of the sudden, I realized I was going the opposite direction. My hands gripped the bag. Dammit! Dropping the bags, I pulled out my phone and tried to turn it on. It was dead!? I started to panic. My phone was completely dead, how in the world was Blaine suppose to get a hold of me? More importantly, where the hell was I!? The sun was setting and it was starting to get cold. I could walk all the way back and ask for directions but it was dangerous to be out walking on the streets this late at night. My father would always remind me of that.

     A few minutes had past, and I sat down on the sidewalk and placed my head on my knees. I was continuously walking in circles. This was hopeless. I knew Blaine would probably call my father, I would get the wrath. The street light above me flickered on. My thoughts wandered, and I thought about myself being in a horror movie. If I was ever in a horror movie, I seriously would think about what I was doing before doing anything, nor would I trip if I decided to run away. That always bugged me whenever the person tripped. A dogs howl broke the silence around the neighbor hood. My eyes constanlty found any weird shadow shapes and I stood up from the ground and carried my bags. This was the worst. 

     As I walked down the dark road, a cars light suddenly came to view and blinded me. It slowed down as soon as the person behind the wheel saw me. I pretended not to care but it was following me as soon as I turned around and went the other direction. I panicked. This was it. I was done for. All the things my father had taught me were for nothing. I screamed, put up my fists as if I was about to fight whoever stepped foot out of that car. The door opened and a tall man stepped out. 

     "What are you doing?"