Dari Cross (On Hold)

Part Six

Logan opens the truck door. I follow his lead into the house. I hesitate, before he lets me inside. This "safe house" reminds me so much of mine, of my childhood, and my small family. I quickly blink away my fast growing tears. We walk through the door since Logan had a spare key. "Miles?" He calls out questionably.

There's a loud thud as the floor creaks in the other room. A guy, seemingly younger than me appears into the kitchen. He's a little shorter than me, with a slightly scrawny figure. His deep blue eyes wash over me curiously. The boy then looks over to Logan, and grins, "What's up? Took you long enough,"

"Grace, went out for supplies, but she'll be back any hour now," He continued.

"How is she, anyway?"

"Feisty as ever," The guy, I guested was Miles replied.

They chuckled. Completely oblivious to what they were talking about, I clear my throat. Logan turns to look at me, and smirks slightly, "Oh...Miles, this is Dari Cross, she's number seven,"

I glared at him, I couldn't believe that he just gave this total stranger my name, and what was with the number thing anyway? Miles smiles at me, "Miles Borne at your service," he said bowing to me, "Number Four,"

I stared at him, utterly bewildered, and slightly confused...Why had Logan brought me to meet him? And who was this Grace person? Was she another one of the eigh...seven? "Well ain't she a cutie! Where did you pick her up from?" I knew he was joking by the look on his face, but my anger flared. My fists clinched together as I growled, "You have no idea, buddy!? I wake up one morning to find my mother dead, and this guy shows up," I scream pointing to Logan, "Blabbering about all this stuff about the government, an practically forces me to come here to you!? How do you think I am?!"  

I storm off, outside away from them. I could practically see Miles' face pale. Why did I have to be dragged into this mess? Why me? Why not a stronger girl to handle these worthless piles of crap who call themselves people. They have no freaking clue how I feel. They don't even know what's like for me to be whisked away by someone I don't know after someone tried to kill you. 

Before I know it, I don't know where I am. Fields of grass stretch out in every direction. The golden stalks wave in the slight breeze, seemingly taunting me of my problems. A tree standing, tall and majestic stood to the side, lonely amongst the grasses. It was alone like me. I was alone. Tears threatened to spill over onto my cheeks. I run to the tree and lean against it, sliding down to the ground. It's rough bark scraped across my back, cutting through my shirt. Tears leaked from my eyes, partly from the tree, and partly from everything else. My mother was dead. No, you don't get it. You don't get how close I was to my mo...her. She was always there for me, always. She would wipe my worries away, she could take the stress off of my shoulders. Now she was gone, and I was alone.

I pull my legs in closer, as a cold breeze stirs the golden stalks. Tears continue to fall onto my cheeks. I sob, hiccuping my sadness out into the world, even as my inside thoughts force me to blink away the tears. My soft side takes over, pushing away everything else, but the memory of my mother....

She lay there on the floor, cold as ice, blood seeping from her side. Her eyes pale and lifeless, as I stare at her. 

This image replays itself over and over again in my mind. My tears are gone, but I am still crying. I'm crying without tears. I jump when something touches my arm. Looking up, I see Logan. His brown eyes are creased with worry. In his eyes I must be a wreck, haven't showered in three days, with tear stains splattered onto my cheeks. That's when I notice that he was holding me. His arms were wrapped around me, tight. He held me there for many moments, not saying a word. I sat there in his arms, taking in his scent of woods. I felt his thickly muscled chest against my head. I felt, in that moment, without worry. He wasn't going to let anyone hurt me.

He slowly releases me of his grip and turns to stare into my eyes. "He dind't mean to offend you,"Logan said, "That's just his personality,"

I look at my hands, "I know it wasn't his fault its just..."

I didn't know what else to say, my explanation in my mind sounded to girlie and wimpy. I looked back into his warm eyes. He nodded, hinting to me that he knew what was going on with me. "I'm sorry," 

He blinks, saying, "I know what its like, I'll help you get through this,"

I shook my head, letting my hair cover my face. He lifts up my head, staring into my eyes with his. Gosh, he was hot. I smile slightly. He was so close to me. So entirely close. His warm breath flew into my face, as warmth emanated from his body. At the last second he pulls away from me. I frown, why had he tempted me? Was there something wrong with me? I push these thoughts away when he lends me a hand. I grab hold, as he helps me up. The stings of my scrapes come back in full force. Logan looks at me, and points too my back as we walk. I nod silently, looking straight ahead as the house comes into view. He's smart enough not to bother me. We walk for many moments, before finally retreating back to the house. Miles is no where to be found. "Where-"

But Logan interupts me, " Upstairs, second door on the left,"

I walk up the rickety stairs, feeling Logan's eyes pierce into me. What was going on between us? I reach the room and peel off my clothes. Turning on the shower, I slip inside, rinsing my body with the soothing water. Afterwards I find a loose shirt and shorts, before finally falling into bed. I'm asleep within minutes. 

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