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Chapter 11: Playing pathetic.
I was frozen in place, my heart pounding and my breath caught in my throat, my vision began to blur but my brain refused to collapse as the feel of danger grew each second that passed. Then, Salvador began to walk towards a still dark Paul.
Emergency brain cells kicked in.
-Ahorita vengo (I'll be right back). I said as I passed my mother, ignoring her questioning look and grabbing Salvador by the arm and blindly pushing him away from Paul, who's eyes never left me, face strained as if he was sad, happy and trying very hard to glare at the same time.
Salvador stumbled back but didn't complain, or didn't have a chance to as I just got a hold of Paul's forearm and pulled him out, more like steered him out because I didn't move him and inch until he decided to follow me. As soon as I had him walking I let go of him, not wanting to touch him even if his skin was burning up and I walked barefooted across the cold wet grass.
I stomped away furiously with Paul glued to my heals, hovering over me like a demonic shadow. I was freaked, scared, worried and majorly pissed as I went fast, now on the damp sidewalk. Paul had dared to come to my house, he knew where I lived and now he knew my family. He could have started a massacre there if he'd wanted, only women and one small boy. Me, I couldn't care less for myself, but my family…
We walked three blocks down and turned a corner left to walk a couple more blocks away. Then, as we reached a corner with a bus stop sign I turned in one step to face Paul. He stopped immediately before he could slam on me. But barely a foot apart.
-What. The Fuck. Were. You. Doing. In my house? I hissed, nearly seeing red with anger. Paul kept that forced frown, squishing his eyes in an attempt to glare, but only achieving to look constipated.
-Why did you leave? He fumed voice serious as he looked down to me with that intense shine in his brown eyes. I held his gaze with my own rabid glare. If this guy thought I was going to back down because he was bigger than me and looked like he needed some lax-chocolate, he was very wrong.
-Because I don't trust you. I spat at him, pleased when his shoulders fell and looked away. He sighed heavily, as if he had the weight of the whole world resting on his shoulders.
-I know I deserve it- he started, now facing me, pleadingly-, I've lied to you over and over again, and I'm sorry but you need to trust me, I would never hurt you.
-Make me believe you then, tell me the truth. I said, still glaring up at him. He shut his eyes tiredly, letting his head hang sadly.
-I can't- he whispered, hurt staining his voice,-, I was going to tell you yesterday, but you left and I…
I barked an acid laugh: -So, what? If I had pretended to like you a little more I would know now?
Paul winced, as if my words had physically hurt him and sighed again, raising his face to the sky, voice desperate now: - No…Yes! I thought you were fine with me, that I could tell you and that you would trust me… but then you bailed and left us stuck with a bunch of… and I couldn't go after you, I…
"I can't tell you yet but I will- Paul swore, now looking directly into my eyes, a life depending determination inflaming his maroon orbs as he spoke:- , but when we aren't strangers anymore, I can't have you walking out on me again… I wouldn't be able take it.
Paul's voice broke at the end, letting me see clearly how much it had hurt him to watch me leave. But why?
-Why do you care so much? I sighed exasperated, he didn't even know me and he was acting like I was the only thing that kept him alive. Paul stared at me, and if before I had felt his eyes fierce, I discovered it was just a mask to the real emotion. Now, as his brown eyes met mine, I saw all the love, all the devotion, stronger, deeper than anything I'd ever seen, so real… that I was frightened.
I involuntarily took a step back, my body shivering now that I was away from the heat Paul irradiated. Paul closed his eyes and hung his head again, shivering slightly as well.
-This is all a misunderstanding, if you only give me the chance to explain…
-I believe your country has created a certain measure to solve this kind of misunderstandings- I said, more pissed off and scared now than before, Paul raised his eyes, intense still but masked with curiosity-, I believe the legal term for it is… restraining order!
Paul panicked, trying to come close as he choked: - No! Please, I, don't, please don't.
I backed out until I was in the edge of the sidewalk and I wasn't going to run across the street, it'd be an open invitation to hunt me down. I had to reason with him if I wanted to stay alive. I held my hands up, telling him to stop. He did it ipso facto, gasping for air, his eyes red and watery, terrified as he pleaded.
-Please don't do it, I will do anything you want… take anything! Whatever you want, it's yours: all, half, it doesn't matter just… let me be something.
I stared intently at him, pity starting to win over fear. Paul saw this and laughed sourly, wiping his eyes with his forearm angrily: -All I needed, you to pity me.
My mouth opened to say something, but I couldn't find what. Paul shook his head sadly: -Want to know the worse part of this?... I don't care, in fact, I'll take it gladly.
I laughed once, bittersweet and shocked sound. I stared up at Paul, not angry, not scared, not anything. I rubbed my arms as the chilly wind hit me, but the movement made my top glide up, revealing a little more Goosebumps filled skin. Thus, making me shiver more. Paul took another step forward, his hands extended towards me, looking warmer in a simple black T-shirt and Jeans than me in about a pound of cotton.
I glared at his hands: -Put them on me and I'll cut them off.
He dropped his hands at his sides, face looking as if he felt useless while I trembled away.
-So what now?- I asked, hiding only partially the chattering of my teeth-, we play 20 questions and then you tell me what this is about?
Paul brightened up immediately and smiled genuinely: - It'll take a little more than 20, but yeah, that's the plan.
I nodded. Yes, I was still scared of those feelings he seemed to have for me, and I was absolutely still pissed of him dropping at my house, but I knew that I wouldn't be able to fix this until I knew exactly with what I was dealing with: -Are you free tomorrow?
Paul's face looked like he'd won the lottery, which bothered me, but then fell to a depressive state as he remembered something: -No, I'll be busy this whole week after school.
-Doing what? I asked a little upset. Man, I was going along with this dumb game and he was being fancy!
Paul gave me a crooked smile, clearly enjoying the upper hand he'd been dealt: -It's all part of the secret, you'll know in time.
Damned him if it didn't make me more curious!
I sighed: -Alright, what about now? Are you busy right now?
Paul beamed: -Not until Four.
-Ok, we're going to go for breakfast at the Lodge and…
-I can't go to the Lodge-Paul hurried to say. I stared at him for a long second, he rubbed the back of his neck timidly while his smile shone in pride: -They don't want me around there anymore.
I laughed one time, suffocated, can people even get thrown out of that restaurant? What did he do?
He seemed to read my mind because he laughed loudly: - I was very upset after you left.
I shook my head as I thought of any other options: -There's this little Dinner just outside town, it's really quiet and the food is good.
-Perfect. Paul agreed, smiling his cheeks off.
-Ok then let's…- I stopped midsentence as he gave me a worried look, then I saw down and remembered, I breathed: -I'll go get some shoes.
Paul nodded and began to follow me back. Oh no little Mr.
I turned around to glare at his chest, his smile faded and took the expression of a kicked puppy. I took a step back and pointed at him: - You- I pointed at the floor- here.
Paul made a face, between offended, sad and amused. He finally nodded and just about as I was going to leave, I remembered.
-Oh, and one more thing- I sneered, coming up to him so we where inches apart-, you saw those people in the house? Yeah, they are sacred, if anything happens to them, anything at all… I will make you bleed.
Paul nodded deadly calm, a silent vow to me, the dark aura washing over him making him look bigger, animalistic and strangely enough, solemn. I nodded back, starting again: -Also, you will not step a foot in that house again, you hear me? I don't care if there is a nuclear threat and my house is the only safe zone, you do not go in, you stay and take the wave like a man.
He nodded again, his lips twitching upwards in the corners. I snorted and walked away. Weirdo.
I hadn't noticed how far away from the house I'd gone, at that moment I couldn't get far enough. I found the house and thought a lie up as I knocked the door twice. My little brother peaked his head thru the living room's window and then he disappeared, yelling something I didn't quite get. My sister Leo opened the door and stared at me with expectant brown eyes. I rolled my eyes at her: -¿Puedes traerme un poco de agua para limpiarme los pies? (Can you bring me some water to wash my feet?)
She snorted and called over her shoulder: - Vicky, traenos un balde de agua! (Vicky, bring us a bucket of water!)
-Who waz tha man? Asked Salvador as I sat on the welcoming doormat, he sat pleasantly next to me, forgotten already my rude treatment. I hugged him and kissed his head.
-He is a… friend.
Vicky came over with a medium sized plastic bucket filled with water, looking as if she wanted to drop it on my head. She handed me the bucket and stayed, like Leo, waiting.
-Llamen a mama y les cuento todo (Call mom and I'll tell you everything) I bargained with them as I poured a little bit of the cold water on my feet. Damn Vicky, couldn't she have gotten some warm water?
The two girls ran to the garage and a second later my mom appeared next to them. Her expectante eyes I understood.
-Mamy, se me olvido que teniamos una cita con el muchacho que vino para un proyecto de historia, ¿puedo ir? (Mommy, I forgot that we had an appointment with the boy that came for a history project, can I go?)
-¿A donde van a ir y quienes van a ir? (Where will you be going and who is going to be there?)- She questioned as I finished cleaning my feet, shivering violently. I glared at Vicky while I handed her the empty bucket and stepped inside the warm house.
-Vamos a ir a este lugar cerca de aquí y ya me están esperando ahí otras 6 compañeras. (Where going to this place near here and their already waiting for me, about 6 other classmates).
My mom looked barely convinced, so I added what would be the final charm: -Me voy a ir caminando, Paul ya se fue para avisarles que ya iba. (I'm walking there, Paul already left to tell them I'd be there in a minute)
All the doubts she had dissipated instantly and nodded: -Esta bien pero te regresas pronto (All right but be back soon)
I nodded and ran to my room to get ready. I put the first things I found, a pair of clear jeans, a black cleavage tank top and one of my brothers white Nike long sleeve shirt that ended mid thigh and the sleeves hung about 10 inches over my hands. Good, no reason to give Paul more to stare at… he seemed to have enough already.
I jumped into my black and white sneakers, grabbing my backpack and searching thru it for the knife, I found it and hid it in the back of my jeans, my brothers shirt hanging so loose on my body there was no way he could notice it there. And no matter how many times he promised he wouldn't hurt me, I still didn't trust him.
I grabbed the remains of my money, shoved it in my pocket and ran out. I said a quick goodbye to my mom as I passed her, not giving her the chance to change her mind as I sped off.
I ran just until I was out of eyesight from my house and sighed. Yesterday I was lying to get away from Paul, today I was lying to go out with him. Life thinks she's funny…
As I walked slowly to where I had left Paul I thought of all the odds of this happening. What was I thinking really?, I could tell from the way he behaved and spoke that Paul was saying the truth, but, he could be, most probably is, mentally disabled, that strong and illogical attachment towards me a clear sign that something wasn't right. But then, his friends were in it too.
So that would mean, that if he were insane, they should keep a close leash on him, which they obviously didn't, because it was very unlikely they were all crazy. And no drugs make people go gaga over someone, at least not over a couple of hours. So this was neither a mental disease, nor drugs… so that left, cult?
I laughed. Maybe he was after me to serve me as a virgin sacrifice for whatever voodoo spirit they glorified. If that was it, he was up for a great disappointment.
I turned left on a corner and came into view of a very still Paul, looking dangerous and out of picture in contrast to the cheerful little houses around him, even with that blissful smile on his face as he saw me.
If it weren't so creepy, it would be very annoying.
I reached him and nodded for him to start walking: -We're walking; I'm not getting on any car with you.
Paul nodded, sad looking as he answered: -It's ok; I didn't bring a car anyways.
I turned to see him, eyebrow quirked: -How did you get here then?
-It's part of the secret too. He chimed, smiling again.
-Let me guess, you're Goku's lost twin brother and you teleported here with the power of your qi- I laughed at the dumbness of that as I asked mockingly: -Are you going to turn into a giant gorilla with a full moon?
Paul's face paled as if the blood was sucked out of his head and a second later, he cracked in booming laughter:- You… have… no… idea.
I laughed along him, his laughter so contagious. And then we passed the Verne's house.
-That's weird- I said, stopping dry on my tracks to look over the little white fence, Paul stopped and stud next to me with a confused expression.
-What is it? He asked, his hot, clean breath a lot closer to my face than I would ever want. I itched away as I searched the front yard and the small wooden house that sat in a corner.
These people had the most aggressive, loud and scary looking bulldog I had ever come across, the thing would bark its lunges out each time someone passed… a low, frightened whining brought my attention to the dog's beat down house and I noticed it's chain going inside the house… where the dog hid.
That animal was HUGE, and that house they had for him was made when he was a puppy… and the dog had found a way to shove himself inside to the point he was invisible from any angle.
He must have seen something very bad to scare him like that.
I turned to Paul's waiting predatory form and shook my head: -Nothing, it's just really quiet.
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