I had a clear view of him from across my empty table. I could see his bandaged wrists, which could only hold one meaning. His hair was dark, curly, and looked like it hadn't been combed through in days. His face was tight, strong and sharp edged, holding more emotions than I could fathom. His eyes seemed dark from so far away. His fists were clenched in front of him, surrounding the cup of black coffee he hadn't touched at all. His clothes looked borrowed; they didn't have the familiarity that clothes owned by him would usually have. And they looked a size too big.
I was almost done with my lemonade, and I had nowhere else to go, nothing else to do. This stranger in front of me had completely captured my attention and my curiousity. There seemed to be a magnetic field vibrating out from him, pulling me in, until I just couldn't resist. Hey, what had I got to lose if he did reject my company, right?
I got out my wallet, laid down enough money by the empty lemonade glass, and got up. Taking a deep breath, I grabbed my bag and coat and strode up to his table. I stood there, waiting for him to look up. When he didn't, I plopped my bag down and sat on the chair opposite to him. That got his attention.
He looked up at me with the fiercest eyes I had ever seen. I shrank back in my chair, wondering if this was really a good idea. Those eyes... They were a ferocious green, and held such pain and anger I was afraid I'd get sucked into his private hell. Yet something made me stay, something told me I couldn't leave. Not when I had come so far. Not when I had taken the initiative to do something daring for once in my pathetic little life.
"I..." I opened my mouth to say something, anything, but nothing came out. I couldn't look away from those green eyes that seemed to be warning me to stay away. Almost begging, I thought with a frown.
He finally looked away and I gasped in a breath. I realized I hadn't been breathing. Wow. That was intense.
"What?" He growled out and I shivered. His voice was a deep gutteral sound, and it made ice run down my spine. Of all the people sitting alone in the cafe, I had to pick the creepiest one?
"Nothing, I just..." What? What was I going to say? That I felt like I was being pulled towards you by some unseen force and now I can't come up with anything coherent?
"Saw my wrists and thought maybe the emo boy needs some company? To make sure he doesn't try to kill himself again?" Sarcasm and hate was dripping like honey from his voice.
But my first thought was, 'again'?
"No, no, it wasn't like that at all, really, I just... I was the one feeling lonely and wondered if I could get your company. Since you were alone and I was alone and it all just made sense back when I was at my own table sitting alone and you were sitting on this table across from me and..." I trailed off, finally realising that I was blabbering and probably making no sense. He was staring at me once again, this time a hint of disbelief showing on his face. Then just as it came, it vanished. He turned cold once more.
Okay how does anyone combat that hostility?
"That isn't very nice." I did not just say that. I did not.
I guess I did, since now he was giving me another wierd look. "I don't need to be nice to you."
Well, I couldn't argue with that, I agree. He didn't know me. Didn't even know my name for that matter. "I'm Carrie." I blurted.
I am sure he was going to throw out another nasty comment. He did look like it. But then he seemed to have caught sight of something behind me, and immediately swore under his breath. I frowned, and was about to turn around myself when he stopped me with his hand on my own. It caught me off guard, I can tell you that much. "Don't look around." His voice was full of threat, so I decided it was best to just follow him.
I watched as he lowered his eyes, contemplating on what to do next. I was painfully aware of the fact that his hand was still on mine. I was too scared to move, to even breathe for that matter. His touch was sending sparkles down my nerves, and yet I had no idea why. He, on the other hand, seemed like he didn't even remember where he'd last put his hand. He suddenly looked up at me and I had a nervous feeling he had heard my thoughts. He looked into my eyes for a while, like he was searching for something, trying to decide on something. Then he whispered, "I'm going to go pay for my bill, while you gather your stuff, then you're going to walk out with me through the back entrance. Is that clear?"
I couldn't help but nod as his ferocious eyes peirced through me, willing me to agree. He got up calmly and headed towards the cash register. I looked about the table, wondering if I still wasn't allowed to glance behind me. I finally decided against it and just gathered up my coat and bag into my arms, waiting for him. He returned a few minutes later and smiled at me. He grabbed his coat from the back of his chair and waited for me to get up. I was surprised by his smile. It was totally uncalled for. But I managed stumble out the back entrance with him, his hand once again holding mine.
Once we were in the alley, he let go of my hand immediately and looked around him. He seemed awfully cautious about something. Was he hiding from someone?
"Do you have a car?" He asked me, still looking around the alley.
"Yeah, I do." I replied, frowning at his actions. I looked about the alley too, shivering. I then remembered I wasn't wearing my coat, and shrugged it on.
"Take me to it." He said briefly. When I didn't move, he finally looked me back in the eye. "Please?" When I still didn't seem convinced, he sighed. "Look, I am not a psychopathic serial killer, or a drug addict, nor a rapist. I won't hurt you, I swear. I just need to get somewhere, fast. And since you were being so friendly back in there, I was hoping you'd help me."
Now that wasn't the attitude I got from him back in the cafe! But he seemed sincere enough, and worried about something. So I nodded, and briskly started walking towards where I had parked my car. Once we reached it, my cute little blue sedan, I unlocked the doors and got in. He got into the passenger seat and immediately locked the doors. This gave me another shiver down my spine, and this time it wasn't from the cold. "Where to?" I asked him, unable to keep my eyes off him. He had a calm facade on the outside, but I could see through his constantly wandering eyes that he was worried about something. Or someone.
"Do you have a phone?"
I looked through my bag till I finally got a hold of it, and handed it to him. "Thanks." He mumbled gratefully, flipping it open. "Could you please just drive around for a bit while I talk? Just don't stay in one place for too long, ok?" He quickly dialled the numbers and put the phone to his ear before I could ask him what the hell was going on. I grudgingly obliged, starting up the engine and backing out of the parking lot. I was almost at the end of the street when he finally started talking.
"Kyle, it's me." He said after I heard a male voice pick up. Then I heard 'Kyle' shouting at him, probably mad for some reason. My mystery guy sighed, and held the phone slightly away from his ear. "Okay look, I know I shouldn't have run off like that. And yes, I left my phone. I was pissed off okay? This isn't easy for me to deal with. You know that. I needed time away from it all." This resulted in more shouting from the phone. Unfortunately, I couldn't make out any of it because the voice was too muffled and the guy had the phone on the ear that was away from me. "No, listen, something more important has come up. Reese has spotted me." Now, there was a short pause from the other end of the line.
Reese? Who the hell was Reese? I knew we were running away from someone. My heartbeat quickened suddenly. What had I gotten myself into?
"Yes. Exactly. That Reese. I'll explain everything later. I'm coming back now, okay? Alright." He quickly snapped the phone shut and stared out the front windshield. I wanted to shake him, remind him that I was still here and still had no idea what was going on. He finally did look at me and he seemed to inwardly sigh. "Just turn right from here and take the exit onto Windworth street. I hope you don't have any special plans today, because you're going to have to come with me."
"What?" I blurted, the sudden statement taking me by surprise. I looked at him once more, taking my eyes off the road for a second. And in that second, something hit my car from behind with tremendous force.