Now I was a Friday afternoon and I was really rushing because I had a concert that day that my parents and older brother would be attending and I knew if I was late they’d be pissed. It was that thought that made me stop and smile. Just the thoughts of pissing them off made me just have to do it. Why do I care if they get pissed they never cared if I did, so I did the only logical thing I could at that moment I began to take my cool time?
When I was out the gate and walking my car, I looked up and saw her again sitting her in a green dress draped over her small body with no shoes on. Her ash blonde hair wasn’t in her usual pigtails like they had been for the past few days. But as always, she was crying. Doesn’t this girl ever run out of tears, isn’t she dehydrated and who the hell wears a dress to come outside at nearly five in the evening? Well apparently, she did. And I don’t even know what made me stop but the next thing I knew I had crossed the road was standing in front of her. I don’t know if it was pity or if I was just tired of seeing her sitting and cry, but I did know I want to what the hell she was wearing. And that exactly what I asked.
‘What the hell are you wearing?’
I’m not kidding that was the first thing out of my mouth and apparently it also scared the hell out of her, causing she fall off the swing. And me being the mature 23-year-old man that I am I watched her and broke down laughing. But in my defence, it was funny. After I regained control of my laughter I looked down to see her still on the ground.
‘What are you still doing down there? Stand up.’
I know I’m an ass right, but I did hold out my hand for her but know what she did she ignored it and stood up. She ignored my hand, my beautiful expensive hand. I knew I should have thought of her falling and her crying. But my hands are an important matter.
‘Right, now as I said before you so rudely fell, what the hell are you wearing?’
She looked down as if just realizing that she barely had anything on and the first words out of her mouth and I quote,
‘Where the fuck did I leave my shoes?’
No kidding. That’s what she said.
‘I could ask you the same thing, but instead, I’ll ask something different. Where the hell is your jacket do you not feel the coldness out here?’
Looking up at me her blonde hair moved out of the way so that I could see her steel grey eyes. Her steel grey eyes were Incredible and breathtakingly beautiful.
’I left it at the place where I was staying when I ran out. And I’m sure as hell am not going back by that asshole to get it.”
‘Why did you run out especially at this time of night?’
‘Because my boyfriend was going to beat me. Well ex-boyfriend anyway’
I have to pause, she said this like it was a normal everyday thing to say and it was then I knew I had fucked up. I knew should have walked and gone into my car and drove far away. I mean who would want that kind of baggage. Not me. Plus, she ignored my hand. Good going Peter you just had to go talk to the girl with the huge baggage and the crazy rapist boyfriend. Oh, sorry ex-boyfriend.
But of course, my mouth moved before my brain and I ended up asking,
‘So where are you going to for now?’
’Don’t know; just know I’m not going back there?’
’You got any kind of family that lives around here? I can give you a ride’
Look at me being all good and chivalrous.
’Nope.’
What?
‘Friends?’
What the hell.
‘Nope, I’m kind of a sad case.’
’You sure as hell are.’
And then once again my mouth decides to do his own thing and five minutes later Emily and I were both in my car driving toward my concert. You know the one that I was late for and Emily sure as hell wasn’t dressed for.
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