Philophobia
Chapter Three
Hunter has been drinking, and out with who the hell knows. Coming home late hours of the night, or sometimes not at all. Her health was beginning to scare me, and also her new habits.
I know, I shouldn't blame someone I barely know.. But his cocky attitude and little boundaries were hard to look past. But maybe it was me? Had I pissed her to the point of being angry with the world? This might just be a stage in life, like a teenage girl, but sometimes everyone has the need to blame someone. Right?
The endless walk of thoughts soon was accompanied by the darkness of the night, and street lights. Some flickering with the deadness of the neighbourhood.
It was when my runners hit gravel that I had fully noticed I was no longer in the right place, nor at the right time. My eyes met the surroundings around me, confused.
I must have just kept walking through the vast town, because I was now in a sketchy neighbourhood that I had promised myself never to step foot around. With each building and home crumbling slowly, and graffiti covering the old brick, I felt the eyes in the dark watching me.
Find a fast way home, or just go around?
Find a fast way home won the round, as I turned into the next approachable ally way. The lack of street lights had it's advantages and disadvantages. Hiding came easy, but seeing someone else approaching would be the most difficult.
I turned my phone on instead of creeping in the darkness as a flashlight. It worked well enough for me to see the two bodies feet away nearly beating the living day out of each other.
The ugly punches forced into one another's face was painful enough to watch, while hearing the impact of the hard knuckles against their cheekbones. My heart raced, while the two ignored my light.
"Stop!" I called, my mouth speaking faster than my brain. Cursing to myself, the punches continued.
I carried out my actions, and running to the scene. Turning my phone off in the process. I reached one of their hands that was reached out for the other's face once again. His muscles calming at my touch, as I felt his eyes burn through me.
The feeling was so alien yet so familiar, this boy's touch.
"What?" He muttered painfully.
I was at a loss of words, his voice taking my breath away.
"You'll kill each other," I finally choked out.
"That was the point!" He retorted once again. I knew this wasn't true, no human should feel the desire to inflict pain on another to the point of death. It wasn't our nature, it wasn't us.
"Please, stop." I calmly repeated.
His hand ripped from mine, huffing in defeat like a child. Turning to face the other man, but he was already gone.
"See what you did! He deserved everything he was getting, if not more!" He spat harshly.
If I were able to see his face, I'm sure he'd look pissed past beyond. I couldn't understand why he would be angry with me for stopping a fight he'd regret behind bars. If anything I saved him.
"Sorry for trying to stop you from killing another man, and saving you a few in prison." My un-convinsing apology brought a chuckle from his mouth.
Fumbling with his hand in his pocket, a lighter was flicked on, revealing soft curls and a cig he seemed to concentrate fully on lighting.
"You smoke?" I stupidly asked after the light was gone. "Sorry," I covered my stupid question, glancing to the ground sheepishly.
His laugh continued, "not the only thing I do, love." Though I couldn't see him, I know the largest smirk was spread across his face at his own comment.
"I won't ask." I simply replied, things returning serious from my tone.
"Good, the more you don't know about people like me, the better." I felt like he was just trying to push himself down, though we've all made mistakes.
"That's not true!" I weakly protested.
"What's a girl like you doing here in the rough anyways?" He curiously asked, changing the subject. My weight shifting to the side, as I folded my arms in the cold air.
"You haven't even seen me." I corrected.
"Why would I need to see you? You stopped a fist fight of two guys twice your size, and build. Any bird around here wouldn't be so stupid." He explained before taking a long drag.
I stood in thought for a moment, debating on how to take it offendedly, or agree..
"I just didn't want to witness two boys kill each other," "exactly. Every girl around here would be used to it, or has already seen it happen." He cut off.
"If you say so," and with that I turned on my heel, leaving him to finish his cigaret.
"Where are you going, love?" He called after me. I swear, his voice was going to be the death of me. So familiar, but yet so stranger like.
"Home," I chirped, continuing my walk.
"Not alone," he replied, sounding closer. I huffed, but ignored him anyway.
Soon his body was next to mine, escorting me with him to the few street lights. He must of set out his cigaret."I can take care of myself!" I screamed in protest.
My arm was grabbed harshly in his hand as he pulled me under the streetlight, exposing his and I's face at last. All my mouth could do was gape at the sight of him. Harry. His familiar green eyes burned through me in confusion, a knowing confusion.
"You," he managed to announce. I nodded slowly, "me."
"What the fuck are you doing here?" He instantly snapped. His mood seeming almost protective, as the grip on my arm loosened.
"I was going for a walk, I got lost." With my cowardly explanation, he shook his head disapprovingly. "Stay away from here!" He again roared with anger.
"I didn't mean to -" "- I don't care! If I ever see you around here again, so help me God.." He trailed off, as his jaw tensed with anger.
"Or you'll what Harry? You don't even know my name." I spat angrily, ripping my arm from his hold. A flash of hurt soared through his eyes from my actions, but leaving as quickly as it came, returning to anger and frustration.
"Than what is your name?" His voice hoarse.
"Now why would I tell you that?" I stubbornly continued. My purpose to annoy him, clearly worked as he nearly lost control of his anger, his lips forming a perfect straight line.
A sly smirk grew from the corners of my mouth, "Jamie." I continued, now smiling proudly.
"Well Jamie, I'm taking you home." His statement was as quick as his arm again gripping my arm, tugging me back into the darkness.
We continued to walk along the gravel sidewalks, until I forced his hold away a second time.
"No," I protested shyly.
"No?" He turned amused.
"No." I repeated again.
He stood in silence waiting for me to continue from my childish actions, arms now folded.
"You're treating me like such a child, I can walk home myself, thank you." Pushing by him as he caught hold of my wrist.
I turned in a huff, not exactly sure of his emotion with no light.
"I'm sorry, but you're lost.. You said so yourself. Please, let me take you home. My car isn't far."
I groaned in defeat, before he took his large hand in my small one. The feeling of his touch was alien and cold, but somehow my body enjoyed his touch, almost craving for more. I wasn't sure of the sound of that, or if I even mentally liked it how I physically did.
He was right, his car wasn't far as we made it in record time. We both made our own ways to our seats, while I detached my hooked fingers from his.
"Do you remember where I live?" I asked once we were both settled in our seats.
A simple head nod, and the car purred with the turn of the key.
A few days ago I was confused, annoyed, and completely violated by him. Earlier today I was blaming him for problems he likely had nothing to do with, and now, I was relying on him to take me home safely.
Great.
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