The Game of Us

Part 4

Sinead walked down the road with her head facing the ground. Everything that happened had filled her mind, her thoughts were flying like butterflies inside her mind.

That guy. Hamilton, she thought, why did you do all these things today? Her hand went automatically on her lips, which still felt fuzzy. She could still feel his lips, his warm, soft lips on hers. And it was a feeling she had never felt before. And the truth was that she liked it a lot.

She blushed hard and stopped walking. It's wrong, the whole thing is wrong, she thought and got angry at herself. She put her hands deep in her pockets and walked down the road. Soft raindrops started falling on the top of her head.

Really now? Rain?, she thought and ran on the pavement to make her way home. She was running when she bumped on something.

Actually, someone.

Her eyes widened and she looked straight ahead. "I'm really sorry I wasn't looking-" She stopped the moment she saw the person in front of her.

"Well, well, well you sure are wet aren't ya?" the guy asked her with sarcasm in his voice. Sinead did a step behind. Dylan, she thought, the last thing I needed right now. Dylan smiled at her and pushed her in order to make her fall, but she stood on her feet. "What do you want?" Sinead asked him desperately. "I told you to leave me alone!"

"Well let me think" Dylan answered her ironically and put his finger on his chin like he was thinking. "Nah" he said and pushed her harder. Sinead lost her balance and fell on the ground with her butt. She felt her clothes being really wet, even her panties. Her eyes started watering as she looked at the guy - the monster - in front of her.

"W-what h-have I done t-to y-you?" Sinead asked him and her voice trembled hard. Sinead met Dylan four days after they moved in the town. He lived two blocks away from Sinead's house.

"Seriously, these red hair of yours look like shit", she could still hear his voice in her head. It was the first time she had seen him. The first thing she had noticed on him was his big turquoise eyes. It was the first time she had seen someone having such eyes. Apart from his eyes, he was tall and he had jet black hair, while some bangs were falling on his eyes. He was wearing a black hoodie.

He wears the same hoodie today.., she thought and tried to stand up while she started shivering. "Absolutely nothing but it's fun seeing you like that" she heard his voice as he left out a small laugh. She looked at him and her lip trembled.

"Oh look at her she's gonna cry" she heard an other voice from near Dylan. Of course, she thought. Like the first time, he was with his two friends. The one who talked, laughed at her. He was a chubby boy with brown short hair, that looked like it hadn't been washed for ages. The other one, was a dark haired boy with pale skin and small freckles on his nose. He was the same height as Dylan.

The rain was getting heavier and Sinead stood up and tried to pass the three bullies. She thought she could actually reach her home when she felt a hand around her waist. "Now, now, where are you going little shit haired girl?" Dylan whispered in her ear and apparently, Sinead turned around, and without a word, slapped him hard across the face. Dylan let her go and grabbed his cheek, where a red mark was now appearing.

"You little slut-" he started but someone interrupted him. "What's going on here?" they heard and turned around to see an old man with an umbrella.

"Mr. Davis I was just-"

"You were just what, Dylan?" Mr. Davis asked him. Sinead didn't know what to say, she looked at the white haired old man in front of her. "Leave the girl alone, unless you want to see the circumstances." Sinead saw Dylan's face getting pale, while he nodded to his friends and they ran across the street away from her, but without forgetting to give her a I'll-show-you-next-time look.

The man turned his face to her. "Are you okay? Did they hurt you?" the man asked her and made a step at her. Sinead felt like somebody was holding her neck all this time. What if that man was more dangerous than Dylan and just acting like a kind man?

"I'm fine!" she heard her own voice lying. "I really am and eh, good afternoon" she told the man and started walking away from him with fast steps.

Hot tears started running from her eyes as she fastened her walk and and she started running in the end, while she was trying to sweep the tears off her eyes.

It just seemed like everything was wrong.