Aero

Part Two

The next day at work, I was walking through the building I worked in when I accidentally bumped into one of the boys in the doorway waiting to be questioned. I had not seen this boy yet. He got irritated that I bumped him, and out of the corner of my eye I saw him whip around with an angry face. He grabbed my arm and slammed me on the ground where he began beating me. All I saw were his arms flying at me, one punch after the other. Suddenly I heard someone from behind me yell at him to stop.

"Stop! Back up! Get away from her!" the person yelled.

I was crying, but a feeling of safety flew over me, and I knew I would be okay. Then someone grabbed me from behind where I was thrown on the ground and held me tight until the angry man walked away from me. As I sat on the tile floor, I turned my head with blurred vision to see the person holding me.

"Who are you?" I mumbled in pain.

"It's Zack," someone else standing around me said.

I recognized the name. It was a boy I had questioned and counseled the other day. I never said anything to him about the slight spark I had felt when he began talking to me at the time, but he was still there now, still the one holding me, still the one protecting me. His touch felt angel-like, warm, and comforting. When my vision cleared a bit, I noticed that he had curly blond hair, and the bluest of eyes. He wore a yellow ish-brown-white plaid shirt with a black vest. I hadn't noticed all of his features the first time we met, but something about him made my heart melt. I wasn't sure if it was his looks or his brave gesture of saving me from the brutal man. He just looked into my eyes and I knew the feeling that came over me was right, I was going to be okay. Once I got cleaned up, he walked into the room. He asked if I was okay, and then after he got my okay he turned and walked away.