Uncontrollable(HUGE REMAKE)

Chapter 8

Atticus is on my side, he's introducing me.
"I've never seen her at the village before," the girl asked.
"Well, the reason why is because my dad decided that he wants to home tutored her, that's why."
He's wrong. The reason why is that, I'm Uncontrollable. But thank god he don't know. Because they will hate me if they'll know about it.
"Nice meeting you Kezia, my name is Cindy Brown," she said, then hugs me. I hug her back, then I remove my shoulders.
"Nice meeting you too Cindy," I said.
"You're sister is kind," the guy said then shift his eyes from Cindy to me.
"Ohh, Uhm, thank you."
"I'm Tarl Simpson," he bows then kisses my hand.
"I'm Atticus friend since we were at the freshmen year," he added.
"Nice meeting you Tarl," I said then bows. I looked at Atticus, he smiled at me then I smiled back. I don't know how kind Atticus is. He protects me, he makes me laugh, he's there when I need him. What if he'll know? What if he'll know about me? Maybe, if he will know that I'm Uncontrollable, he's going to hate me. Or maybe he won't.
Maybe.
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I sat down on one of the couch in family room, doing nothing while my brothers was frolic, drinking liquor. I don't know if mom and dad knows about this, but if they don't know, they are grounded for the whole month. I looked at them, strangely, but they didn't look back. It is 7:30 in the evening. I'm so bored and I think I look stupid, eating a fries in the table, so I went outside. It's much quieter than being in that house. I sat down at the backyard, and feel the air, brushing on my skin. The autumn air was breezy, that's why I put my jacket on. Suddenly, I saw a light, circling around. Then I heard a guy, shouted really loud, then I ran through the woods to see what happened, I'm very curious and freaking out. While I'm following the light, my glasses fall. But I still follow the light that I saw, then the light fades out, I stop. The moon was covered by the clouds, so it's dark. I can't see my way back. It's hard to walk too because my glasses are gone.
"Is anybody here?" My hands are shaking, what did I do? Maybe this is just a plan of a psycho. Maybe they want to prank somebody. I turn around, and turn around again.
"Hello?" I wish somebody is here. I don't want to scream for help, I don't know why. I turn on my back again, then I saw the light again. It was a motorcycle, moving towards me. I didn't run, I didn't get out of the way, I don't know what to do, then a guy jump towards me to put me in a safer place, to prevent me at risk. Who is he? I almost died without him. We fell off the ground so hard that my head hurts. My knee went to stone. It's bleeding so hard and it hurts a lot. I stand up very quickly, even if my knee hurts.
"Who are you? Why are you here? It's very dangerous out here!" He said, I think he's mad.
"Thank you for saving my life," I said, then I smiled at him. His hair was messy, he's wearing a red head wrap in his forehead, he has a leather red jacket, red bandana, black pants, and a rubber shoes.
"What kind of uniform is that?" I asked, putting my eyebrow high.
"It's none of your business," he said, then gave me my glasses.
"Where did you found it?" He remain silent.
"Can you take me at my friend's house?" I asked.
"Where do you live?" He asked. He has a white skin, almost grey because of the sand. He's wearing a brown eyes, but his lips was covered by his bandana, through his nose.
"I said in my friend's house, not mine," I murmurs.
"Do you lived on your friend's house? Why do you want to go there?" He asked. Is he insulting me?
"My brother was in there. I have to go there so that they know that I'm still alive," I explained then he nods. Then we start to walked. He don't even asked where it is.
"Are you going to ask me where is the house?" I asked him then I fell because of the wound on my knee. With that, he removes his bandana and put it on my bleeding knee. He has a tiny lips, and a sharp nose. He helped me to stand up, he wraps his arms on my arms, but then I removed it. The reason why is that I'm not comfortable about wrapping my arms around me. He looked at me strangely, giggling.
"I can walk, don't worry," I said, good thing I didn't choke. He giggles, but not hard.
"You're wound on your knee is big, how come you can walk? You just fell, remember?" He said, raising his eyebrow, giggling.
"Ha-ha."
"I'm serious. Do you want me to carry you?" He offered, giving me a melty look.
"That's crazy. Just let me walk, okay?" I said, then I start to walk. But then, I fell. Hard this time. He didn't help me. He let me on the ground. I can feel his eyes are on mine. I don't want to look, even if I really want to.
"Yeah right," he said, then he sit with me. I'm aching extremely, I just want to lay down and sleep.
"Who is the guy that almost killed me? Do you know him?" I asked, without looking at him, but he didn't answer my question.
"Why did you came here, at the woods?" He asked, then looked at me. But I didn't look at him. My eyes are facing the ground, embracing my wounded knee.
"I saw a light, and I heard a scream. It made me think to do something, so what I did is run through the woods. Are you hiding something here?" I asked. I forgot to ask something to him. "And one more thing, what is your name?" I looked at him. Damn. I don't know if I should look away, but I really can't. His eyes is locked in me, and I can't even move.
"I'm not allow to tell you," he said, eyeing me. I can't resist his shimmering eyes on mine. It makes me stutter and very speechless.
"Ho-how come?" He's just still, soundless.
"I'm Kezia," I said. He looked at me, then smiled.
"Did somebody saw you that you went on the woods?" He asked. His face is getting closer to me.
"I don't think so. Can you tell me what's your name?" I request.
"Sorry, but I can't tell you," he said, then he looked away. That looked is very irresistible.
"What kind of job do you have? And, what kind of uniform are you wearing. I've never seen a person wearing a different color than white and blue," I said. In our society, our main color is blue and white, just that. If we're out of our house, we have to wear this colors, it's a tradition.
"It's my Style," he said. Maybe this isn't just a style. Maybe, he wore this kind of thing because of something. But I don't know what is that something is. I want to know it. I'm eager to know it.
"It's not just your style. It's about something. Whoever you are mister, you're a big liar. You are self-centered of information," I got mad, I moved my body away from him, but he moves too.
"Wa-wait a minute. I'm the one who helped you here. And, in the first place, I saved your life, and it's not your job to asked a lot of questions and judge me. Come on, I'm gonna take you to your destination now," he said with a calm voice, but his face was looking heated. He carry me on his back.
"Hold on tight," he said, then holds my arms. His palms is strong and rough.
"What are you doing!" I shouted.
"I'm carrying you," he said, then smiled. He sit down then put me on his back to carry me. The moon came out now, and I can see much better because it's not dark anymore and I already have my glasses. I don't want to jump on the ground because it's going to be more difficult to stand up, so I stay. It's not only about that either. His body temperature is hot and it makes me feel calm. I wonder what's the reason why he never want to tell his name.
We're almost in the house. I can see the light shimmer from the backyard that I was sitting before I came to the woods, and then we heard something. A scream of my name from a lot of people. "Kezia!" That's the scream I heard. The guy who's carrying me stop, then looked at me.
"What's the matter. I want you to hang out with us," I said, then he shakes his head. I'm on his back, he's still carrying me.
"Why?"
"I just don't want to, okay? I'm going to drag you here. You can walk much better right? Good luck, Kezia. It was nice meeting you," he said then puts me down. I don't know if the people who's finding me heard the scratch of the leaves, but I saw a lot of lights, pointing at us, then the guy run.
"Hey!" I scream, he stop then looked at me, then smile and start to run. I tried to run after him but I stop and fell because of my wound. I remain witted where I fell, waiting someone to carry me. Then two guys went on my back.
"Oh my god! Kezia, you have a lot scratch!" Atticus said with a shaky voice.
"I'm fine," I said, then Hugo helped me to stand up. They looked the man who ran after me.
"Is he the one who did this to you?" Atticus asked.
"No," I looked at him while he's running. "He's the one who helped me," I said, then smiled. I don't even get his name. I wish I would see him again.
"Let's go home," Hugo said, then Atticus carried me and started to walk. Even if we're far away, I'm still looking at the place that I met the guy. What is he doing on the woods? Does he live there? This is weird. We departed from the party to go home.

I'm smelling Atticus and Hugo's breath, it smells like a liquor, it makes my gut hurts.
"Is dad and mom knows that we went to a party?" I asked while Atticus is carrying me, on our way home.
"No," Atticus said then he face Hugo. "Men, do you have a gum?" He asked.
"A gun?"
"No! A gum! What are you talking about?" Atticus said.
"I'm just a little bit dizzy buddy," Hugo said. That's the effect of beer. It makes you feel stupid, I can see it on my brother's face. He act like a psycho, and he moves like a jerk. I don't know, I'm so mad because they don't tell mom and dad that they drank a beer and go to a party.
"You guys put me in trouble," I said, almost a shout. "Put me down!" I commanded then Atticus bring me down, then he faced me. We stop walking. I shake my head then I looked at Atticus.
"What's the matter? We were fun, right?" He said.
"We were. But now, we're down. Dad is going to be mad at us. You should've tell them before we went at this party," I said, with a shout.
"And then, you guys drank a beer. Are you allowed to drink that kind of liquid?" I asked again.
"No, but I feel free right now!" Hugo said, then laugh. I look down, looking at the floor.
"Don't worry. I got you guys," Atticus said, then he's eyes shift to my knee. I trusted him, so I have to trust him too in this situation.
"Whose bandana is that?"
"To the guy who saved me," I said, then he sit down to carry me again on his back.
"Tell me more about him," he requested then we started to walk again.