Feathers Of A Bird

Chapter : Four (Part Three)

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"Argh! Not again!"

Seeing that face made me feel really irritated this time. By then, I had no doubt that he was following me. I made a decision that if he kept following for the next 5 minutes, I would go talk to him face to face.
I once saw it on the internet. That if you talk confidently to the person following you, they would retreat.

So, I kept walking with a serious face, trying to get the anxiety out of my heart and looking for a solution at the same time. The positive side of my mind was still telling me that the whole thing was just a coincidence, though.

But reality proved me wrong.
Unlike I thought, he kept following me for the next 5 minutes.

I stopped, took a deep breath and turned back.

I looked directly in his eyes and there was no charm there this time, instead, there was a reflection of violence, there was cruelty and wrath.

I felt a chill run through my body.

Just glancing at those eyes, I lost my courage, all of the confidence I had even one moment ago.

I immediately realized that this won't work. I knew I couldn't face him. I wasn't brave enough to do so.

It was just an hour before sunset.

Now, I wasn't scared of the push-ups anymore.

I was scared of him. I was even scared to think about what would happen if I couldn't reach home before dark.

Despite having a relatively lower rate of crime than the other cities of the UK, the crime rate of Liverpool was still high.

At that moment, I felt extremely defenseless.

I knew it quite well that I couldn't reach home before it was dark, as I was nervous. My feet were trembling and I couldn't walk any faster.

Moreover, January is one of the coldest months of the year. So, the cold winds felt like needles being passed through my skin.

"I can't do this. I'm weak."

I mumbled.

But I kept walking towards home with the weak legs.

Little did I know that I would get a great example of Einstein's theory of relativity!

Each second felt like an eternity.

When I was going to let a sigh out for this painful realization, all of a sudden, I remembered something.

"If you feel like someone is following you, and there's absolutely nothing you can do about it, you are wrong. There's always something you can do, one way will forever be there."

I, who was feeling more vulnerable than ever, remembered what I was once told by a lady. A lady who looked after me for a day when I was little.

She said,
"When you are absolutely sure that you are being followed, look for someone who you think will help you at the first glance."

She, then, explained,

"If you, by the design of fate, find the person, go hug them and pretend that you know them ever since you were born. And as I said, if they are kind-hearted and smart enough to understand why a stranger is acting like that, I am sure, you will get the assistance you'll need."

Who knew her advice would benefit me this much and who knew I could remember it in the right place at the right time!

I instantly looked around.

And I don't know whether it was just designed by fate or it was just my choice to make him the generous one who would assist me.

I saw this boy with light caramel skin who had cold hazel eyes and short, dry, black hair which was worn in a side fringe.

I don't know why, but I didn't think about anything else and ran straight to him.

When I was just a couple of hands away from him, our eyes met.

There was an ocean of curiosity in there. His structured eyebrows were twitched.

At first, I smiled weakly at him. And then I shouted, pretending that I'm super mad at him,

"Oh my God! Where have you been all this time?! We were supposed to meet at the library, weren't we? How come you weren't there?"

I made a grumpy face as I hugged him.

And I whispered in his ear while hugging him tightly,

"I'm being followed, I need help, please!"

And as the lady wished, he was a kind-hearted and smart person!

So, he understood immediately! And took the situation in his hands.

I felt the comfortable warmth of his body as he hugged me even tighter.

"I am so freaking sorry!! I couldn't make it to the library! Pardon, please!"
He shouted back at me.

And I smiled, half subconsciously.