Solar Love

-2- Houston

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As I did, I could see that a figure was standing above me, then it moved.

Shit. 

Another person? Can I trust them?

"H- Hello?" I whimpered as I tried to sit myself up from what felt like a bed. A hand to my shoulder stopped me and gently pushed me back down. My vision was still really blurry, but from the silhouette of the light shining behind them I could tell the figure in front of me was a.. man?!

No! I wouldn't be assaulted again!

I scrambled backwards on the bed. Even when my wounds screamed at me to stop moving. Soon I had the knife from the side table in my hand. I pointed it directly at him.

"Get away! Don't touch me!" I warned. Though I couldn't help the tears that began to form in my eyes out of fear and the pain in my bullet wound.

His hands slowly went up into the air in surrender.

I whimpered again. The wound on my leg burned and stung. I could almost feel the bullet still lodged into my calf muscle. Every time I moved my leg, a sharp pain shot up the bottom half of my body. I'd had plenty of cuts and bruises from hunting and such but this... This was another kind of pain. On a whole other scale.

My vision finally focused. There was indeed a man in front of me and... he was... attractive. Really attractive. He appeared to be my age, too.

If only my trust in humanity hadn't already gone down the fucking toilet.

"I ain't gon' to hurt you, miss." The tone of his voice was calm and low. He was a soft-spoken man. At the end of the day, it was probably just a tactic to try and gain my trust. Unfortunately for him it wouldn't work. Trusting no one was the only way to survive in this world anymore. Especially now that I was all alone.

My poor brother... I was so sad I didn't have him with me anymore. I hated being alone. Now more than ever. It's like the world ended and suddenly everyone turned into murderers. That, or only the murderers survived. Which was honestly the only reason I was afraid of the man in front of me.

What was his motive? What did he want with me? Even if he wasn't the one who shot me, and he really did save my life... why? Why did he do it? I needed to know. I wasn't going to trust him until I knew why.

I clenched my hand harder around the hilt of the knife and slightly adjusted my hands position in the air. He must have noticed, because he spoke up again.

"Miss? I'm not a threat to you, alright?" His southern accent was thick, yet endearing.  His teeth slightly crooked, but cute. His hair was a little curly, but honestly I figured he didn't mean for it to be. By the looks of it, he just hadn't fixed it that day. Apparently he's been too busy abducting injured girls! 

This guy was probably the same as all the other ones who tried to "help" me in the past. First they gain your trust, and then you find yourself in a whole heap of trouble.

I whined again at the thought and my knuckles turned white from me holding the knife so tightly. I had already made it my personal mission to keep this freak as far away from me as possible.

What does he want? Why'd he bring me here? Who is h-?

Those questions rushed through my head faster than light until he moved, cutting off any thoughts or reason I had left in my mind.