The pounding of my heart echoes the sound of my feet against the pavement as I run. I can hear the sounds of the fight behind me, the sickening smack of fists against unprotected flesh, the dull thud of bone hitting concrete. I suddenly notice that my shirt is hanging open at the neck, exposing more of my body than is really necessary. Flushing at the lost buttons, I clench it closed with one hand and cast a fearful glance behind me - is someone following me? Somehow, I speed up - fear does that to people. Somehow, I reach the safety of the lodging house. Dashing inside, I let the door slam shut behind me before I collapse against it, the fear and exhaustion finally overcoming my body.
What happened back there?
We were walking together, hand in hand. He was whispering sweet nothings in my ear - it took all I had to not jump him right then and there. They say that he's always had a way with the ladies, but somehow this feels different. Maybe it's just me, maybe I'm just naive, but...it feels like love. He had pulled me close and his lips were poised above mine - and suddenly, out of nowhere, I was torn out of his arms. I didn't even see the guy's face - it was dark and I hit my head on the ground as he threw me down. The fight had already started behind me, I could hear the key around his neck clink against the ground when he fell. There were hands grasping at my neck, but I had gone suddenly blind. I could only hear, hear the terrible raspy breathing in my ear, hear the buttons of my shirt bouncing off into the darkness. I could only feel a terrible weight above me and the rough stones of the alley digging into my back. Suddenly, in a flash of light, I could breathe again. I was hauled to my feet and shoved out of the alley.
"Run - RUN! Get outta here!" so I ran, almost too afraid to look back.
And now I've got nothing more to do than pace, back and forth, worrying, wondering, fearing...
Footsteps.
I can hear footsteps outside.
Rising to my feet on shaky legs, I close my eyes to pray for a moment that it isn't just my imagination, that he is standing outside, ready to come in. Suppressing the tears already rising to my eyes, I take a deep breath to open the door and - as his grey eyes meet mine, I know that somehow, everything will be alright.
There are so many questions I could ask, about his bruised face, his broken lip, his bloody shirt and cane - but for now, I'm just content to be in his arms.
I think I was right.
This is different.
AN: Okay, so I need to quit it with these one-parters and finish posting my real story! ACK!....but these are just so much fun!!! *pout* daaaaaaammit...anyway, lemme know what you think, as usual - if any of you think that I should just stop writing these, tell me. I wuv you all muchly!
What happened back there?
We were walking together, hand in hand. He was whispering sweet nothings in my ear - it took all I had to not jump him right then and there. They say that he's always had a way with the ladies, but somehow this feels different. Maybe it's just me, maybe I'm just naive, but...it feels like love. He had pulled me close and his lips were poised above mine - and suddenly, out of nowhere, I was torn out of his arms. I didn't even see the guy's face - it was dark and I hit my head on the ground as he threw me down. The fight had already started behind me, I could hear the key around his neck clink against the ground when he fell. There were hands grasping at my neck, but I had gone suddenly blind. I could only hear, hear the terrible raspy breathing in my ear, hear the buttons of my shirt bouncing off into the darkness. I could only feel a terrible weight above me and the rough stones of the alley digging into my back. Suddenly, in a flash of light, I could breathe again. I was hauled to my feet and shoved out of the alley.
"Run - RUN! Get outta here!" so I ran, almost too afraid to look back.
And now I've got nothing more to do than pace, back and forth, worrying, wondering, fearing...
Footsteps.
I can hear footsteps outside.
Rising to my feet on shaky legs, I close my eyes to pray for a moment that it isn't just my imagination, that he is standing outside, ready to come in. Suppressing the tears already rising to my eyes, I take a deep breath to open the door and - as his grey eyes meet mine, I know that somehow, everything will be alright.
There are so many questions I could ask, about his bruised face, his broken lip, his bloody shirt and cane - but for now, I'm just content to be in his arms.
I think I was right.
This is different.
AN: Okay, so I need to quit it with these one-parters and finish posting my real story! ACK!....but these are just so much fun!!! *pout* daaaaaaammit...anyway, lemme know what you think, as usual - if any of you think that I should just stop writing these, tell me. I wuv you all muchly!