Chapter 5
"Are you alright?" A masculine voice says to me.
I lift my head up from my knees and glance at the tall male figure hovering over me.
Finding the strength, I lift myself off the ground.
"Yes I'm fine," I lie, "Thanks for your concern. Sorry to bother you. Have a nice day." I begin to jog away, trying to mask the pain throughout out my body.
"Are you sure you're okay?" He says catching up to me.
For a split second we are side by side, until he shifts himself in front of me. Abruptly, I stop and our eyes meet. He looks around my age.
"What's it to you?" I say.
He takes a step closer and replies "I'm just trying to help."
Slightly frightened I reach into my pocket and grip the glass shard, ready to defend myself. I take a step back. "Do I look like I need help?" I question.
"Well a minute ago it looked like you were dying on the side walk," he chuckles "so yes. You look like you need some help."
"Once again, I appreciate your concern but I'm just going home. I don't need any assistance." I say.
"How are you planning on getting home?" He asks
"Walk." I respond hesitantly.
"How far away is your house?" He says.
"Okay look," I say raising my voice in annoyance and fear. "Who ever you are, I'm not telling you anything about myself. Now leave me alone!"
With a look of confusion on his face, he takes a step closer to me.
I whip out the glass shard and thrash it around.
His head jerks back and his body follows.
"Woah. I didn't mean to-" he is cut off by a little girls voice.
"Travy whats going on?" She says gripping a teddy bear close to her chest.
"Nothing Mona everything's fine. Why are you up?" He says
"I couldn't sleep. I heard screaming outside and I got scared." She says.
I stop waving my hand around and put the glass back into my pocket.
"Where's gram and gramps?" He asks the little girl.
"They fell asleep on the couch again." She said
"Why didn't you wake them?" He replies
"I-I don't know. Travy I'm scared." She says beginning to cry.
The man rushes over to her and lifts her up into his arms. "No Mona, it's okay, it's okay. Everything's fine. Don't worry. " he says trying to calm her down.
I glance at the house I was sitting in front of 5 minutes ago.
Quietly I ask the man "Is that your house?"
I expected him to be angry at such a question after I attacked at him when he asked me about my house.
But instead he simply turns to me and says "My grandparents house. And this is my little sister Mona."
Mona glances at me over her brothers shoulder and with a tear dripping down from her brown eyes, onto her cheek, she mumbles a quite "hello" to me.
I flash her a meak smile and guilt fills my gut.
I'm not certain if what he's telling me is true but the deep kindness in his eyes and voice make it hard to think he's being dishonest. He's just a nice guy and I threatened him when all he wanted to do was help me.
"I'm really sorry. I've been through a lot today and I'm a little paranoid." I say to him. "Thanks and...Sorry."
Turning away, I continue jogging. But before I was even a few steps away, he calls after me.
"I'm Travis and you are?"
"Rielly." I mumble.
"Well Rielly. Are you sure you'll be able to get home safely?" He says.
"Not exactly" I quietly answer.
"I promise I just want to help. Is their anything I can do for you. You can come in, if you'd like." He replies.
"Umm okay thanks. I won't go inside your house though. I just need to call my parents. Do you have a phone I could use?" I ask.
"Okay." Says Travis "Wait on the porch and I'll bring you a phone."
"Thank you" I say.
"Don't mention it." He says walking to the house with Mona still in his arms.
He stops and turns to me "Don't take this the wrong way or anything but I feel like I know you already."
As the siblings disappear into the cozy house I think about what Travis said. After everything that I have been through so far today, I would usually be freaking out. But for some strange reason, I feel like I know him too.
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