Daydream

I go to the place I use to get away. Deep into the mountains is an area full of evergreen pine trees and your usual cliff top. I first started going there when I was fifteen years old, and I didn't think I could get through my best friend's death. My mother was fed up with work, I wasn't all into expressing to my siblings, and my father left when I was very little so he was the only one to talk to. When he died I felt weak. He made me feel better for the very few times I was sad. Things didn't normally bother me. Not a lot of things offended me. Some things did, but not a lot. When people call me a bitch or a slut doesn't hurt my feelings. I don't know why girls get upset about stuff like that. Tons of rumors were spread about me in school, but I wouldn't let them get to me.

While I get caught up in my thoughts I almost crash into the vehicle in front of me. I stop short inches from the car, take a deep breath of relief and look around to see if everything in my car was good. I see a man get out of his car and and he walks up to my window and bangs his fist on it so hard, me thinking it was going to break. He starts swears at me and orders me to get out. I slowly unbuckle my seatbelt and get out of my car. He towers over me and I wince in fright as he shouts at me. I lean over aside him and see another man in ahead of the car in front of mine as he walks over. The guy standing before me sees I'm not paying attention and then raises his hand and before he can strike it down, his wrist is grabbed he looks beside him. He quickly glances up to two dark angered green eyes beneath two firmly furrowed eyebrows. "Don't you dare!" I hear the words come from two lips attached to strong sculpted chiseled features. The beautiful man with his large hand around the wrist the other immediately tightly tugged the arm behind the aggressive short tempered asshole then whispers into the ear of the geezer who is clearly in pain, however it's loud enough for me to hear. "Who do you think you are, huh?! To raise your hand to a lady?! Huh?!" I hear the muffled cry as he slowly brings his arm even higher.
I go to stop him before he breaks the other guys arm. "Please stop! You're going to hurt him!" They both look up at me in shock. "W-what? You want me to let him go?" He asks in confusion. "Yes please" I beg and he rolls his eyes, let's him go, then backs away slightly. The green-eyed gentleman who in my opinion didn't seem so gentle walks up to me. "Are you alright?" He asks and I nod. "He was about to hit you. Why did you ask me stop?" He questions, his expression softer than it was before. "I thought you were going to break his arm. He could've pressed charges or something"

He laughs and looks at me in the eyes and looks from each one. "A pretty face like that doesn't belong behind bars" I a say in my head. At least I though. Heat rises to his cheeks and goes to his ears. He has cute ears. "What is it?" Concerned. "I wouldn't say I'm that pretty" He widely grins. I SAID THAT OUT LOUD?! I mentally curse myself. "Perhaps I am, but beauty like yours should be illegal" he tilts his head and smiles.




I'm about to explode!!! Is it hot out here....?

Notes

I didn't really like this one. I used "Guy" and "Man" too much. Or at least more than I should have. It was just strange. Comment what you think. Vote and subscribe if you like it.