It grew difficult to pick out Finn's figure through the branches of low trees and excess amount of leaves on them. I shuffled through them, trying to catch up to him, till he was no longer in my sight. I froze in place and twitched my head in several directions, hoping a glimpse of him would show. I began to sprint in a certain direction and the next thing I knew, I was skidding on loose rocks and down the side of the mountain. I was reaching a tiny flat of land sticking out from the side of the mountain that wouldn't need a lot of pressure to break. Thankfully, I landed lightly and tried catching my breath as I glanced back at the top, so distant, too risky to climb. I felt as if in that moment I was going to collapse onto the earth and drift into fantasies where I didn't have to keep chasing like a desperate, pathetic girl. While I began considering the idea, his figure appeared at the top of my vision.
"Rachel!" Finn hollered as he slowly made his way down the rocks and my eyes started fluttering shut. Wanting to dream till I heard a crackle from underneath. My eyes shot open as I slowly rose into a standing position and knew it wouldn't be long till I collapse to my death.
"Stop!" I commanded as he instantly stopped in his tracks, holding onto a rock and keeping his feet in a diagonal position to prevent him from skidding down the side. "Your motions are making it crack." Regretting my sentence as he races towards me and made it feel like a mini earthquake was occurring.
"STOP FINN!" My lashing out on him, having no affect as he grew closer and I felt a tipping movement. I gripped onto one of the rocks connected to the side as the earth below began to plummet to the depths of the land.
"FINN!" I was immediately fighting for my life as I felt the ground vanish and my grip loosen. Finn finally reached me and gripped onto my arm, trying to pull me, but ended up skidding himself. "YOU CAN'T DO THIS FINN! YOU CAN'T RISK YOUR LIFE FOR ME!" My information not reaching him, as if he was choosing to ignore it. "Finn! I said I'm no-"
"I HAVE NO CHOICE! I'M NOT LETTING GO OF THE ONLY THING LEFT THAT MEANS SOMETHING TO ME!" That moment, our eyes connected and somehow looking into each other. I felt his worry and depression but most importantly, his longing. We woke ourselves from the gaze as he tried hauling me up on his shoulder and limbed the side. "I need you not to move. It's the only safe way we can get up," Finn informed as I nodded in agreement as me made our way up the slanted edge.
It took us a good couple of minutes till we reached the top and I was the first to be planted firmly on ground. All the motion and emotions drowned my energy for that day. I lye back, catching my breath, taking in the most amount of air as possible. To the point where I had sharp pains in my chest. After Finn had reached land. Rest was no where on his mind when he lifted me into his arms and began trudging through the woods. I drifted off while we went back to the car and opened my eyes a few minutes later, to find me still in his firm arms. I gazed up at him as he kept a straight face. My head against his chest and his muscular and broad arms, cradling my body.
"Why'd you do it?" A question that had an answer that I've been dying to know. Finn didn't even make eye contact with me as I asked my question. "I thought you hated m-"
"I never said that." His instant and cold reply, expressing how definite he is of his thoughts. "Well it seemed li-"
"I don't." Cutting me off, once again. He seemed aggravated so I just slouched in his arms as we came to gravel and our cars were parked at the gas station across the street. He planted me on my feet as I opened my car door, which he slammed shut. I jumped in surprise then glared at him till he filled in the space between us, which was very small. Still holding a smirk on his face.
"Your coming to my place." He said as I scrunched my eyebrows. " And I don't have any say in this?"
He shook his head as I began to follow him to his car, but then she came to mind.
"Wait, what about your mom?" I asked. "She wont be home. No body will for that matter. Since Friday, I've seemed to have the house to my self more often."
It made me nervous knowing why the had been leaving. Probably sneaking off with their father. "I'll explain." The words shooting out of his mouth, as if guessing that that was on my mind. "Everything."
I glanced at him with hesitation and nodded before taking his hand and holding it tightly, leaning in and gazing into his chestnut eyes. "I'm on your side. You can tell me anything." The air was calm until I realized what I had said and his hand had a death grip on my arm and pulled me to the passenger side then entering his side and zooming off to his house. His jaw was clenched till he broke out in rage.
"He's up to something isn't he!?" Finn asked as I sat guilty beside him. I knew I picked the wrong choice of words and immediately blew my cover. "TELL ME!" The water was building in his eyes as the skin around them turned red. We made so many illegal turns that I began to worry more about my safety.
"FINE! But you need to calm-down!" I demanded as he pulled over to a curb and slammed his hand into the steering wheel. It was obvious he began crying from the hanging of the head and the muffled sobs. My eyes began to form pools of tears as well. I scooted closer to him, placing one had on his left shoulder and the other rubbing his right leg. "He wants you dead, Finn. And not even for a second do I want you thinking that I'm capable of something that cruel."
He lifted his head enough for me to view the view tears falling down his cheek and onto his lap. Part of me feeling awful for actually once considering the plan of ending Finn's life. But the more I think about it. I've never heard Finn's side of the story. " I care about you more than anything, I mean maybe I considered going along with the plan, but…I-I was just stupid and angry and part of me isn't convinced that your capable of being the evil that your father told me you were."
"What are you talking about?" He asked. I was tired of playing games, either it's the truth or it's a lie. "YOU KILLED HER! You killed an air breathing human! And you think I wouldn't do something about it? Especially, after you threaten to do the same to me!" The more I got after him, the more frightened he looked. I leaned back in my chair trying to relax as he began to mumble. "I-I-I don't reme-member. When?"
Did he seriously not understand? "The night we were in the woods at a party and you killed a girl in a RV. You cut a heart shaped slice into her chest." Slowly slurring my words as he began hyperventilating and gripping tightly onto the arms of the seat. "GAH!" He slammed his hands onto the wheel once again and scream," WHATS WRONG WITH ME! I cant help it! One second I feel normal, calm, relaxed, then after that everything goes blurry and I feel like I'm trying to faint but cant seem to find the ground. The only thing I can pick out are my feelings. Frustration, anger-"
"Violence, which is not a safe thing to feel. I get the idea of violence and you know that better than anyone. Trust me when I say, it's not worth it." I lightly held his arm as I tried getting his eyes locked on mine, but he was so stiff and tense that he couldn't focus. "But I cant control it." His eyes pierced closed as he took deep breaths. "Trust me, yo-"
"I CAN'T!" He yelled as his arm flung at my face, leaving a burning sensation for 5 seconds as I immediately put pressure on it with my palm. After a couple of seconds I looked back at him with my hand pressed to my cheek and his expression stumbles between shocked and worried. "O my god, I-I- I'm so sorry, Rachel." He leaned closer to me as his hand placed atop mine and lowered it, eyeing the bruise. He choked on his breath as he spotted it, slowly spreading across my cheek. He immediately fled the car and into the gas station. He came out a few minutes later with a cup of ice and paper towels, probably from the bathroom. He hopped into the car and fumbled the items in his hands.
He made, what seemed like an ice pack then lightly patted my cheek with it, before holding it in a steady position. "Does it feel better?" He spoke sympathetically. He was truly ashamed of his action and it was sweet the way he handled it. "Thank you."
We sat with the ice pack, in his hand, against my cheek and his other hand moving a strand of hair behind my ear like he had always done. We gazed into each others eyes the way we used to, no hate or anger, just genuine real feeling for one another. I could have kissed him here and now, but it still seemed a little early. He was in a bipolar state that I couldn't figure out. "You can get through this." I spoke, when his smile disappeared and looked down and before he said another word I threw in, "Take a chance on me."
He lifted his head, gazing into my eyes before smothering his lips on mine and pulling me close to him. Sure I was still in pain, but this was a good distraction. The longing we had for each other, the role of him trying to help me was switched. I had to help him through this, cause I couldn't live with myself knowing there is something I could have done.
We finally reached the destination of his house and once I entered, I already knew he had other intentions awaiting.
...
"You're beautiful," He whispered as he slowly stroked the strands of hair that I fell off the side of his lap, where my head was resting. I felt his fingers play with my curls, pulling them then watching in awe, bounce back into perfect position. I lye unclothed under the cold sheet as we get lost in each others gaze. The overwhelming sensation, sadly having to rest as we sit quietly till I broke the silence with, "You still havent told me, everything."
His fingers slid across my cheek then poked my nose. After that, they slipped across my arm and every other part that exposed skin. "What do you want to know?" He asked with a grin, actually giving himself a chance to open up and chance for me to sit back and listen.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head, deep in thought, not knowing where to begin. "Why'd you almost kill your father?" Without growing tense, he continued to run his fingers through my hair and reply calmly. "It's a long story, one with details, very many." He glanced at me and I shot him a look that advised him that I wanted to hear it any way.
"When I was young I was under bad influences. We had a lawn worker who I looked up to because my dad was at training majority of the time and was never there for me. I thought of him as a man. Manlier than my own father. But then my mom and him had an affair, and ever since, I was never able to look at the both of them the same way again. It caused my parents to argue for months and is one of the strongest reasons in why my mom doesn't trust any women I ever bring home, only seeing herself in them, young, ruthless, but still guilty." Every word that slipped from his lips, piercing me in the heart and punching me in the gut. "I was ignored. Pushed to the side. Blaine was the only one left to look up to. Despite the fact he's gay, he showed me what a man was more than anything."
"How so?" Finally getting to slip in a question. Since it's like he's reading my mind and answering every question possible to ask. "Blaine's strong, independent, brave. Things I never was but wanted to be."
He slowly stopped petting my head and clenched his jaw as I felt that that was his trigger point, the soft spot, talking about his insecurities and what he was always vulnerable about. "So your parents is what caused you to be what you're trying not to be?"
He pierced his eyes shut then took a deep breath while I slowly sat up next to him and leaned on his arm, gripping his hand as he knuckle grazed it an explained further. "I was exposed to this witchcraft store that my best friend Sam once took me to in elementary school. The fortune teller gave me a palm read along with tarot car-"
"Don't you know that you're not supposed to mess with that stuff!" I practically sassed as he held his hands up in surrender. "I was a kid, what did I know?" Saying as if he was annoyed that I kept interrupting his story. "So let me get this straight, you turned into a bi polar, crazy child because your parents weren't always there for you and you played with tarot cards."
He paused, with a worried look and sighed when he grabbed his shirt from the side and began covering the exposed skin. "Not exactly." Then he sat up to button up his jeans and threw my clothes to my lap as I sat on the couch, more confused than before. He says something then changes it the next second. "The owner of the store passed away and had a sale before they discard everything and the grandson that worked there, recognized me and handed down some of her special items to me. A lot of it, about witch craft."
I didn't move a single muscle, keeping my self comfortable knowing I didn't want to hear what was to come. "My mom found out and noticed an erratic change in my behavior." He choked on his words, trying to continue but still holding onto the past and what he didn't want as his future. Next thing I knew his jacket was flung at a piece of furniture and knocked down a vase in anger. He fell onto a love seat and held his head in shame before saying, " I tried killing my father. Do you know how sick that makes me feel…and sound? And ever since, my mom was convinced that I was…" He stopped and decided not to go on. But I'm a girl, we need to know these things or it's going to drive me crazy.
"Convinced you were a what?" His sobs fell silent and slowly looked up a me and took deep breaths.
"A demon…"
Things might not be looking good for Finn right now, but soon we get to gain people..and lose some. Hope you enjoyed! Please Comment!