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Disclaimer: James Patterson


For a second all I could focus on his hands, warm, soft, and way to close. Way, way to close. Wind rushed past my ears, I could hear my heart beat, and then I returned to reality. I jumped off of Fang like I had been stung.

"What the hell?!" I shouted at him, and started to pace, limping, across the floor. I rung my fingers through my bloody hair and felt and antogonizing anger grow in my chest.

Fang watched, dazed, at me for a second, and then looked at his own hands. I stopped infront of him, anger and humiliation for me.

"What the hell was that?!"

He said nothing, just furrowed his brow, and shook his head.

"God! Look, I just met you! I know you think you're great, dragging a just raped girl onto your couch don't you? Like I'm some charity case. Well guess what? You can't touch me! Don't ever touch me again, ok? I don't know what you were thinking just now, offering to take off my cloths, but that's just wrong! Just..." My voice was raw and blood trickled into my mouth. I saw some blood on Fang, from me no doubt. "Just give me some medicine or something, please, and I'm leaving."

Fang focused on me with a emotionless gaze. His silence made my anger sputter out until I felt like and egg with a crack in it once again.

"You were just raped?"

I realized I hadn't told him, just barged in. God, I was an idiot.

He got up, grabbed somethings from his kitchen and sat down.

"Go take a shower or something. I can't possibly help you if I can't tell where your wound is." His deep voice was monotone.

I did as he said, washed myself off being careful of the wounds, and changed into the cloths he had left me. I limped out of the bathroom, and to the couch. There he bandaged a cut on my forehead, both arms, right hand, both legs, and a small but deep cut on my eyebrow.

When he was done I stood up and declared what I was sure would be the final speech I would ever give him.

"Thank you for all your help Fang. For when you first saved me, to feeding me, keeping me in your house, and now, bandaging me. I'm sorry for wasting your time, and for being such a jerk most of the time. I've wasted your money and food, and I won't any longer. I'm leaving, and I'm sorry for any trouble I caused you. Oh-" I added as I turned from the doorway, "I'll give you back your cloths as soon as I can clean these ones."

And then I left.


I wandered. Walking around in baggy, all black cloths, and just a small kitchen knife I had stolen from Fang, I wandered.

Fang. God, I was such an idiot! He was a stranger, a nobody. And yet I ran to him as soon as I got a few cuts. As soon as I got raped.

And yet I felt as if I had met him before. Somewhere close, long, long ago.

"Hey I can fly!"

"Oh yea? I dare ya! Go ahead and fly!"

I shook my head and mumbled swear words to myself. I shouldn't be thinking about the past, I thought, Only the future.

I grabbed the knife tightly in my pocket when I thought I saw a shadow. Part of me felt like breaking down and crying right here. The other part was stronger, and forced me to keep walking, to find someplace to stay the night.

After what seemed like an eternity, my cry for a place to stay seemed to be heard. I looked up and saw the most welcome sight I had ever tought possible. It was the Martinez Family.


Oky, thats it, i hope u enjoyed...