Where are you going?

Chapter 38

Colby's POV:

I don't think I minded it one bit. I don't think I minded the gun in her hands or the fact that it was pointed at me. I wasn't scared of her, at least not in that sense, even though I knew she would be able to pull the trigger if she wanted to.

She could kill me if she wanted to.

And I wouldn't be able to stop her.

She was stronger than I could ever be, but we still all had our weaknesses. We had our battles to fight.

I guess I was sorry for putting up another battle where she had to fight.

I looked directly into her big brown eyes, that were filled with sorrow. No.

Her eyes weren't different from what I remembered, but the rest of her was. She looked like a mixture of betrayal, disappointment and sadness.

A mixture of feelings I had hoped to never see on her beautiful face.

Especially not when it was because of me.

I noticed her chest rising slower up and down, starting from a wild paste.

I noticed her wavy dark hair starting to make its way to her face, and if it wasn't because of the situation I had put myself in, I would've pulled that strand of hair behind her ear.

I would've smiled and I would've grazed my fingers along that small ear.

But I couldn't do that, no matter how much I ached for it.

This was why I never wanted her to see my face.

I never wanted her to remember me this way before we never saw each other. I knew what they wanted with her in San Francisco. I knew why she was special. Not just for humanity but for me too.

I had ever met a generous girl like her, wholehearted and truthful, honest, funny yet attractive as hell.

I wish the story ended differently between us as people. Just left aside of what was going on in this messed up world. I really did.

But I guess I couldn't show that by my actions nor prove it.

I had to do what I had to do, even though I could never forgive myself for it.

If I ever had the chance to meet her again, I would never expect her to forgive me either.

"I am so sorry, Julia. I.. I- you don't deserve this.". It sounded like I was about to cry, and I could see that she heard it too. I wouldn't be able to just lie to her about how I felt about this.

That was when it happened.

What I had been expecting to happen.

I dropped my gun on purpose because I could never pull the trigger like she could do with me, but I guess I was wrong.

Her small fingers that were wrapped around the heavy gun slowly relaxed, letting go of the metal weapon, letting the gun down in air until it hit the ground.

I could see the anger building up inside of her, like I had seen it before, as if we had known each other for years. Didn't matter now though.

I noticed some of her dark hair was forming small curls by her ear, and that her long lashes was shaking from how hard she was pinching her eyes together. The tears running from her closed eyes were the ones that took my stomach to the floor.

She squeezed her hand together creating a fist with both hands, before the anger came running out of her. She had some power the first couple of punches she threw, and I was surprised by how well she aimed at my chest before one went in my face. It didn't hurt. It really didn't hurt like it did on the emotional plan.

I just stood still, letting her hit me, pulling my shirt and pushing me away from her until she was in front of me again, reading her for the next punches. It didn't hurt.

What hurt was seeing what I had done to her.

When she had thrown the last punch that came sloppy towards my chest, she eventually broke down, hitting the dirty ground with her knees, becoming pale and starting to hide her face with her bloody hands. Shaking.

I just stood there.

I stared at the white van and its closed doors, the dirt against its side, how it reflected the sun that was soon to be set behind me. Because of that, our shadows were painted detailed in front of us, while I felt it starting to burn off my back. There weren't any clouds to cover for the flaming orange ball on the horizon and it was on its way to paint the sky a beautiful deep orange, while the many mountains further away was becoming darker.

I let her sit there, next to the gun with her face buried in har hands until I went down at her level and grabbed her. I wrapped one hand around her back and the other around her legs, feeling the material of her black jeans and thin t-shirt. I also felt her relax, resting her head against my chest and wrapping her arms around my neck.

I laid her in shot gun, put the seatbelt on and put a blanket on her before going back to grab the gun and then sliding in behind the steering wheel next to her.

She didn't move at all. She just looked out of her window at the orange sky and the darkness swallowing the California desert and the hills. She didn't even shake. She wasn't fighting, and wasn't complaining, and I guess that's what made me feel terrified and relieved at the same time.

I noticed I was doing the same thing. I was looking out of the front window as the sun slowly set and made the contrast bigger between the orange sky and the dark ground we were on. I noticed the moon becoming visible and the stars starting to form as well.

I then turned the car key that had been resting on the car engine. The car jerked for a couple of second before the lights turned on and you could hear the engine turn one. I kept my eyes on the road and the hills in the distance as the sky was now slowly turning darker.

"Why are you doing this?". She asked with a serious and yet confused tone in her voice.

She sounded calm in that way. Like she was actually gonna listen to what I had to say. I guess she also deserved and needed to know.

I then let go of the wheel with one of my hands and rested my foot on the speed we were going while I leaned over her side of the car with my hand. She quickly yanked herself against the car door and widened her eyes for a moment.

I looked at her and how scared she looked for a second.

"I wasn't going to touch you. I need to open this, so that I can answer your question.". I said calmly to her.

She nodded and let her eyes follow my movements in front of her in the glove compartment.

She was calmer when I closed it and put the pictures in her lab before grabbing the car wheel again.

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