A Drop In The Water

Secret Agent

The rain pounded down on the porch above me, echoing in the dark night. I shivered where I stood, mostly out of fear of what I was about to do. The part of me that wasn't pissing-myself-terrified was numb. The days events had been too much, she'd gone too far. Finding out about my fathers double life had tipped her over the edge and I wasn't sure if she'd stop short of killing me. My body ached as I remembered the slaps and kicks she'd delivered in her rage.

I stared wide eyed at the boy standing over me, still reeling from my sudden switch from standing on the sidewalk to falling on my ass in the rain.

"-ou ok?" His voice is dripping in concern and I close my eyes savouring the warmth and smooth tones in his voice.

I'm aware that I'm smiling like a lunatic but I'm not all that bothered. This night has gone so far off plan it's not even funny. What happened to Secret Agent Sang? I'd been sneaky and super quick in my daydreams as a super spy but apparently real life me just does not want to play ball.

It's typical that just as I get up the courage to leave the house , I get tackled by a furry ball of destruction and confronted with-gasp- a man. My step mother would shit herself if she could see this. A hand grabbing my arm makes me jump and then cringe as the movement jostles my bruised ribs. The boy is still looking at me with concern, seeming expectant.

"Huh?", is my brilliant response

He seems relieved, "Are you ok? I'm so sorry, I didn't realise the lead was getting worn. You're bleeding" the last sentence is said with distress in his voice and he starts shoving his fingers through his hair. I look down at my arm and realise he's right. Blood is creating a dark path down my arm and onto the sidewalk. The sidewalk that I'm still sitting on having made the giant leap of leaving my house. I need to go now, before they wake up and find me gone or I lose courage and hide away again. Jumping to my feet, swaying a little as black spots fill my vision, I smile,

"It's nothing, don't worry about it. Nice to meet you but I really must be going"
I'm about to make my way around him when he says; "Let me help you."

I freeze momentarily at those words, the last time I heard them I was left broken hearted and alone. Shaking my head quickly, forcing the memories back I stare hard at him. He seems to be genuine. But then so do serial killers. This is how people die, you idiot. I scream at myself.

" No thanks" and with those words I turn and walk away, proud of myself for holding in the shaking that wanted to take over.