Into Oblivion

Chapter 5 ~ Ciarra's Truth

Strolling down the street panting uncontrollably, I start to run as fast as I can, becoming as breathless as I can be. But also merging into one with the water as I slowly drench in the rain, my clothes begin to feel heavier. Not helping me at all despite the current inconvenience that it presents me. I feel somewhat at peace as there was an all-pervading feeling that everything was going to be okay, yet an unresolved conflict as I am also alarmed by the scene on the news. I sigh and continue ahead on my trek.

Deep breaths, I remind myself. As I must make it half-way across town, now that my husband's office is closed. I keep breathing, almost tasting the cool rain as I close my eyes and incline my face to the sky. It rather feels comforting as the rain softens its blow and now as I see, pitter-patters on the sidewalk. But having to last another second in these too narrow shoes for my feet, may as well kill me. I take them off my feet and hold them in hand. Smacking the bottom of my shoes against a bricked wall to remove the wet dirt and residues of leaves, fallen all over the road from the trees. I place them upright into my bag. My bare feet against the cool moistened pavement feels excruciatingly cold, yet amazingly relieving. I continue my path at a faster rate, becoming so wrapped up in my thoughts if I was the same girl in the news, the only survivor.

My hands and knees slam into the pavement, grazing my black trousers and leaving a small tear. I must have also sunk my teeth into my lip as I fell. As I can taste the sharp, salty bloody liquid, drizzling down into my mouth and dripping from my lower lip, across my chin and into the wetness of the street. Looking downwards at the puddle of water in front of me, the drop of blood disperses and fades, as it washes away into the drain on the road; my eyes follow.

"Are you alright?" a set of strong, muscular arms pull me to my feet as I soon find myself eye-to-chin with a young man. Tilting my face upwards to see his eyes, a deep icy blue whilst his hair being redder than fire. I smile at the contradiction in front of me. "That was an impressive fall". The guy grins.

Answer, Ciarra! C'mon, grow a brain... a voice inside my head says, taking a pause, thinking of a reply.

"Yeah...I'm - I'm fine, I'll be okay...thanks" I reply to him as I brush my lip with my hand.

"One second" the guy says. He takes out a tissue paper from his back pocket, telling me to take it from his quite large and masculine whitened hand, he puts out in front of me.

"No, I'm - I'm fine" I tell him as I attempt to walk away in hope to reach my aunt-in-law's house as soon as possible.

He grabs ahold of my left arm as I walk, brushing past his meaty arm shoulders, "Wait...please take it, it'll get worse!" he says.

I grab it from his hand and say, "Thanks" dabbing the paper towel onto my lip and chin in his presence whilst appreciating the help, so he does not stop me again.

"You missed a spot, here let me get that for you" he smirks, snatching the paper towel he gave to me, right out of my hand to wipe the blood off my face himself. 

He holds my right hand and I his left. I wouldn't say I held his hand, but instead he... grabbed it, he intentionally moves his hand underneath, shifting his body inches closer to me, purposely making our hands meet underneath the gaze our eyes locking onto one another. He presses firmly onto my hand and our fingers massage and lock in a juvenile ecstasy. 

Whilst he wipes the redness of the bodily fluid away from my face, he continues to stare at me, ripping into my soul with his icy blue eyes. I want to look back and run away, but I become mentally breathless and longing. I am not sure what was happening next. Did I lean towards him, or was it he who was leaning towards me? All I know is that suddenly we were kissing. My mind blanked out and the world became a whirlwind. Although I wouldn't consider it a polite, chaste kiss. He entered his tongue into mine, gasping into my neck and groping me, sliding his large, soft hands to the rear end of my body whilst we both moan in pleasure. I keep my stance, my obliterating posture unsure of what to do, as he continues in that manner. I feel faint, pushing him away from towering and enveloping around my body. Our lips losing contact, we stare at each other for a second, and then I stood with my heart soaring dizzily, somehow stumbling into an almost invisible lamppost behind me. "What the FUCK I have a husband! You idiot!" I say crashing into the window of a store on the corner of a road. Immediately I walk off stumbling and soon returning to my stable feet. I look back in case he tries to tail me; I tap my phone to recalculate my route and continue my trek.