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I got a few reviews. Wow. Well, maybe it's because I haven't gotten to the semi-good part yet!
Okay here it is:
Chapter 3:
"Stop the bus! STOP THE BUS!" Kim yelled at the top of her weak lungs, shocking herself upon hearing the sound of her own voice, a sound she had not heard for what seemed like a decade. She ran and ran, but the bus showed no signs of stopping. She felt herself run out of breath but…but she could not stop.
Suddenly, the backseat passenger turned his head. Did he see her? She prayed to God for the first time in a long time. She prayed it wasn't who she thought it was. What would she say? How could she talk to him now, after all the times she tried to forget about him? She was running away for the sole purpose of destroying the pain her heart felt when she realized they were never meant to be. How could they? Was there anyone in the world who'd actually accept them?
The bus suddenly came to an abrupt stop. She ran up closer and banged on the door. The rather obese driver gave her a dirty look.
"Wow, sugar, whatcha doin' up so late? In a getup like 'dat?"
He examined her fully, from her black jeans to her pale and agitated face. She felt her knees begin to buckle. This was a stupid idea.
As she put in some money and hastily started going down the isle, the bus driver grabbed her hand. He lowered his face to hers. She smelled beer.
"OH, I wouldn't be goin' there, sugar, if I was you. Back there's a crazy man, he's got knives and everything. And I wouldn't like to see a pretty girl like you get beat up…at least not in that way…so…so uh…why don' ya stay up 'ere with me? Huh, baby? I'll protect ya…"
She tried to break free, but her frail thin body was nothing compared to his plump frame. It was only now that she realized the bus had never moved since she got on.
Suddenly she felt moistness on her lips. The driver had planted his on hers and she couldn't feel herself breathe. She was beginning to see black. Was this the end? Oh God, please, not like this! Not like this!
Then…then the struggle stopped.
She felt fresh air reach her lungs once more. Gasping and holding onto the railing near the door, she bent over and tried to understand what had happened. Then she heard:
"Hey, hey, hey, hey…buddy, I didn't mean no harm. She's okay. Right, hun? Yooz okay?"
Then she heard a voice that she only remembered in her haunting dreams:
"Don't…touch…her."
She tried to follow the voice with her eyes, and they landed on a tall, dark glimmering shadow. She reached out her arm, just to touch the shadow, to see if it was all real, and she felt herself fall. But she was lifted back up.
Slowly and gently she felt herself being supported back on her feet, which started to move again. Her only wish as of the moment was for there to be at least a little light on the bus. Not that she needed it, of course. She knew perfectly well who was holding her. She just didn't know how.
After what seemed like forever she sat down in a seat at the back of the bus. She felt tired. For a second, she wished she was in her bed at home, being haunted by her average nightmares. For a second, she'd give anything for that.
But that same voice put her back into her dreamlike reality:
"Kim?"
She could feel her lips parting to say something, anything, to somehow take away the awkwardness of the situation. But no words soared out.
"Are you okay?" the shadow asked, desperate to hear a reply.
Was she okay? She only noticed now that the bus wasn't crowded at all. There were only three people there, including herself and the pedophile driver. She must've gone crazy. She was hallucinating. She only hoped she was imagining the shadow as well.
The figure slowly moved back, into the darkness. Although she couldn't see him well, she could tell he was disappointed, hurt even.
The words suddenly flew out of her mouth, gracefully and unexpectedly:
"Hello, Edward."