Change of Perspective

Uhoh, its the PoPo

"What is it Dean?" Ross put his confident expression back on, moving closer to the dresser, hiding me from view. I peek around his torso at the new arrival.

"Trace saw some cars, said they might be cops."

"Sh*t."

"We running or hiding?"

Ross shook his head. "Did he say if they seemed to be pulling up?"

"Don't know, he saw the lights, said they were pretty close."

Jerra and...Dean, looked at Ross.

"Pack as much as you can, we'll go out back and camp in the trees until they're gone."

Dean left, I hear doors creaking and footsteps.

"Keep an eye on your girl here Jerra, we can't look for her if she gets lost." He left the room.

I felt the hammering start up again, my eyes couldn't seem to close.

"Why are you hiding from police?" "Not now, I'll tell you later, I swear." He dumped the contents of the backpack on the floor, kicked them into a pile. Then lifted a floorboard up and shoved them onto the dirt. The board snapped back down, sending up a cloud of dust.

I watched him stuff things into the bag, run outside and come back with another bag.

Somewhere in the hustle he remembered me, and I was dropped into a pocket, safe and sound, to be remembered later.
Are they drug dealers?
Did they murder someone?
Assault?
Theift?
...rape?
He seemed so nice though...
He had to have done something terrible though...
They're on the run from the cops, and I don't know how old these guys are.
Maybe they're all eighteen...
Maybe they escaped from jail...
Jail?
Its possible.
They're running from something.
Runaways...
From home?
But why? And how did they get together?
Maybe they were all arrested for the sane thing.
Or at the same time.
I can't believe this...
What?
This, it can't be happening, none of it. I'm gonna wake up in my bed any second now, this is a dream.
Its too real to be a dream.
Maybe I'm in a coma...
From what?
A car crash, maybe I did leave mom's and was heading back to my apartment, and some semi ran into me, nearly killing me.
This is so real though.
Maybe that's how things are in comas...
I don't think were in a coma...
It can't be real.
I think it is.
I wanna go home, and face normal problems, like homework and bills and exams.
I know.

I squeezed my eyes shut. Curling up in defense of all the stuff going on around me. I gladly slipped into sleep's open arms when she came.

~°~

There was a man. Walking slowly toward me, head bent downward.

Despite his gaze being locked on me, I couldn't see his face. At first he was only slightly taller than me, maybe six foot to my five one. Then, his arms wrapped tightly around my waist, loosened. And I shrunk, getting smaller and smaller until his foot took up all of my vision.

Then his cold hand wrapped delicately around my waist. I was screaming, but I couldn't hear myself.

I felt fear.

His eyes, however smudged and blurred they were, were fixed on me. His mouth, also indistinguishable, opened.
Would he eat me?

I found myself in utter darkness, being hugged on all sides by warm, soft muscle.

In a flash I was in a sea of acids, unnamed faces screaming in terror at the sky. I looked up with them, only seeing never ending darkness.

Something grabbed my leg, and I was pulled into a water filled tunnel, where I floated along until something dragged me again, through a hole.

And then I was in his hand again, still staring at his unknown face. Nothing had happened, we were looking at each other.

He gently lowered me to his collarbone, and set me in the small hollow there. He then laid back on his bed, after all we'd been there all along. I slid onto his neck, where I felt his strong pulse, and moved as he swallowed.

Giddily, I crawl onto his chest. He smiles behind me, encouraging me farther.

I crawl under his shirt, running my hands along the smooth skin, feeling him shudder beneath me. He begs me to do more, and so I do.

When he finally retreives me from my location, I'm covered in a light sweat from the heat of his body. He brings me to his face, and I finally see who it is.

~°~

I'm jerked out of my slumber, covered in sweat and still in his pocket. I try to stretch out my stiff limbs, and stand.

I fall forward, against Jerra's thigh. Light seeps in from an opening above me, but it seems impossible to reach it. I content myself with waiting, and hoping that I hadn't gotten myself into something too terrible.

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