Is it Love or Lust? [Student/Teacher] BIG CHANGE/REWRITING IS COMING SOON!

13 - A Terrifying Kitten and Secret Windows

Hey! Hope it's going good! I am a very impatient person, which means I don't like waiting to upload when I've got a chapter or two ready so these are all coming pretty quick. This chapter is all Chris...if that's good or bad you can decide. I hope you enjoy! Oh and I have Chapter 14 ready so are there any objections to me posting it tomorrow?

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                                   Chapter 13 - A Terrifying Kitten and Secret Windows

          “Are you ok?” I turned, not quite looking at him. I shook my head.

          “No.” I slid my eyes up to him. I was about to walk off before he asked.

          “Why?”

          “I don’t know what’s real and what isn’t anymore. It’s scaring me.” I head for the front door.

          “Where are you going?”

          “For a walk, I need some time to think.” I left in just my tank top and shorts, not bothering with a jacket, not really caring about the slight chill to the air. I walked along the sidewalk, not really knowing where I was going. Am I going insane? They see like memories more than anything. If I were to say they were even remotely real, why would I possibly be digging up the safety deposit key? I mean, there is no reason for me to leave town, is there? I get to the park, which is only four streets away from Chris’ house. I walk to the swing set, sit down and swing a little back and forth, resuming my thinking process. Chris and Jake are cops? Chris maybe, but Jake? I’m being an idiot. I felt a cold chill run down my spine; I know it isn’t that cold out here. The hair on the back of my neck stood up on end. The feeling of paranoia set in. I turn to see nothing. No one. Yup, I am definitely going insane. I turned back around. In the last four weeks or so since I moved in with Chris, I found this dirt path that leads back towards his house from the park. The dirt path is a short cut through the wooded area surrounding the park and a street over from his house. I get up off of the swing, making my way to the dirt path.

          I was a couple yards into the path, which is only wide enough for two people to walk on, I pick up my pace. My paranoia had suddenly gotten worse. I was now speed walking through the wooded area. My eyes darted from the left to right rapidly, my breathing had gotten faster as my heartbeat was now beating out of my chest. I need to calm down. No one is here, I’m alone. Well, that thought didn’t exactly help. I heard the crunch of leaves being stepped on to my right. I stopped. Stupid thing to do, I know, but I couldn’t move. The single word run was repeating in my mind, over and over. I heard it again, now I noticed that it was closer than before. My shallow erratic breathing stopped altogether. I felt paralyzed by my fear. I looked down the dirt path willing myself to move, get out of here and to the safety of Chris’ house. I closed my eyes, willing the feeling to leave, willing the whole situation to leave, to not be real. I heard it again as I felt something cross over my feet. I let out a scream. My heart started working again as it hammered out of my chest. My eyes shot open just in time to see the back legs of a white kitten. No one can honestly know what the feeling of true idiocy feels like unless put into a similar situation. I was so wrapped up in my own stupidity; I didn’t notice the heavy footfalls behind me. I was about five yards away from the opening of the dirt path leading me to Chris’ house.

          It wasn’t until I heard a twig snap, that I noticed the footsteps. I don’t think whoever it was wanted to get me because they were trailing pretty far behind me. Maybe it was someone doing the same thing I was, taking a walk to clear the mind; it’s a pretty common thing, right? Somehow I knew it isn’t right. It was at the part where a black car pulled up at the exit of the dirt path did I come to terms with the fact that it wasn’t a common thing. I did the first thing that came to mind, I ran. I took off to the right, the general direction of Chris’ house. Since I’m not much of a runner, running through the woods is like a handicap. I think I may be getting more damage from the surrounding trees and shrubbery than what the people want to do to me. I could hear the footsteps behind me, but they were pretty far back. I hid behind a huge tree, trying to catch my breath.  I heard the footsteps growing louder as they approached; there was another set of footsteps as well. Whoever these people were, they were getting close. I held my breath, not wanting to alert them to my presence behind the tree they were now standing in front of.