I thought that work would help me think about something else other than everything that had happened the past few days. The fact that while I had sex with Rob my mind wandered to Jeffrey, the fact that Taylor wouldn't stop telling me that I was falling in love with Jeffrey...it made me so mad, because I wasn't falling in love with anyone. It wasn't nowhere close to that. It wasn't me.
I was so angry that I had to go for a run after work. Headphones on, volume on max, I started running like crazy. It was past six and I did not care how much I ran as long as I did it. My feet felt like the paws of a lioness, strong and fast; it felt like I was born to run. I could feel my forehead form small beads of sweat as I kept running, my feet hitting the concrete almost to the rhythm of the music in my ears. I had no idea where I was heading or when I was going to stop. Running at that moment felt like freedom yet my mind was a prison that I couldn't get out of. There were moments in which there was nothing on my mind and there were moments when images of his handsome face flooded my brain. Run, Hazel, just run.
I ran so much and so long and by now I didn't know what the time was, but it was dark. Heart pounding, sweat dripping down my face like a waterfall, legs heavy; it was time to stop for a break. Looking around I realized I had no idea where I was. I could literally only see one person and he looked terrifying in the dark; was he looking at me or was I imagining it? There were tall buildings around me, the street dirty, one I had never been on. I had no clue how I got there.
Suddenly the man started taking steps towards me and I was ready to run again. No one was going to put their hands on me. As I started running again, I heard him yell ''are you scared of me, beautiful?'' and I could feel the puke come up my throat. It was quite terrifying, even more so when I realized I was running farther away from home. As I realized that I had no idea what way my apartment was I started panicking, tears filling up my eyes, hands shaking. I didn't want to go back because that guy was there and I didn't want to continue going in the other direction simply because I was scared. I had to call someone and the first person that came to my mind was Jeffrey. Not Tay, not my mom, not Maria. Just Jeffrey.
''Hello'' my small, trembling voice spoke.
''Hello you'' Jeffrey answered.
''Jeffrey can you please come pick me up? I don't know where I am'' I was crying and looking around to make sure no one was around.
''What's wrong? Yeah, I'm on my way to my car now. Where are you? Are you alright?'' he was so worried and I was thankful he was home.
''I don't know where I am, let me see'' I started looking for a street name and I gave it to him as soon as I found it. ''Please hurry up, there was this creepy dude and I don't know if he followed me''.
''God damn it, how did you end up there? Do you have your keys with you?''.
''Yeah''.
''Okay, put one key between each finger like Wolverine and if someone tries to do anything scratch them as hard as you can with the keys, you hear me?''.
''Yes, I'm doing that right now''. I couldn't wait for him to come pick me up.
It probably took him around seven minutes to get there yet it felt like an eternity to me. When I saw him pull over in front of me and get out of the car I felt a relief unable to describe. ''Jeffrey'' I said as I let out a relieved sigh.
''Hazel, baby, what are you doing here?'' he grabbed my shoulders and looked me up and down to check if I was alright. He was so worried for me that the bubbly feeling in my stomach reappeared. ''Are you ok?''.
''I'm ok. I have no idea how I got here. I went out for a run and I lost track of time and of where I was and ended up here'' I looked around and then opened the car door and hopped in.
''You can't do that again, it's dangerous. Please promise me you won't do it again'' his face showed worry and I was melting.
''I promise'' I said truthfully. Never ever was I going to go for a run like that again. Fucking hell, what was I thinking? ''Thank you so much for picking me up'' I looked at him and my hand found its way to his knee and squeezed it. Why? Take your hand away, you stupid idiot.
He looked down at my hand, then at me, and then he started the engine. ''Of course'' he smiled.
We were both silent on the way back home, but I didn't mind it. I had finally taken my hand off of his knee, thinking that maybe it made him uncomfortable. All I knew for sure was that it made me mad at myself because I felt the need to touch him.
When we finally arrived home he opened the car door for me and I stepped outside in front of him. He stood so tall and looked at me with an expression I couldn't describe. Suddenly I jumped into his arms and held him tight. Very, very tight. ''Thank you again, it means a lot'' I whispered as I admired his masculine scent. ''I'm such a stupid idiot'' I said before breaking the hug.
''A beautiful idiot'' he went to move a strand of hair out of my face. I felt like in one of those cheesy movies and somehow I didn't mind it. I stood still, my body unable to move away from him and panic took over me when I saw how his eyes found my lips. Oh god, my hand went to his cheek and caressed it gently and my eyes couldn't stop looking at his lips. Please no. Please.
Wake the fuck up, Hazel, you're not in a romance novel, I told myself mentally. My hands went for his chest then and I stepped back, relieved that it didn't happen. ''I have to go take a shower, I'm disgusting'' I laughed it off, trying to change the subject.
He looked down at his feet and the expression on his face showed disappointment, making me wonder if it was because of me.
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Please don't be disappointed, please don't like me that way. Please.
