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Kissing the Concrete

Chapter 2: Concrete and a saviour

The softness of my mattress hit me as I trew myself on the bed. For a while I just laid there, staring calmly at the ceiling. There was something so inspiring about a blank surface, it was a place for ideas to blossom, and I could let my imagination take me away. Soon, I drifted off in a deep sleep. I must have been really tired.



I woke up at 4 a.m., 8 hours later, by a nightmare. I was all alone in my house and the deep red walls in my bedroom were not settling at this time in the night. In fact, they almost scared the shit out of me. Since I realized I was not going to be able to sleep no more at this point, I decided to go for a walk outside. I took off my pyjamas, grabbed a pair of black shorts, a tanktop and my denim jacket, laced up my sneakers, went outside and locked the door. The concrete underneath my feet felt so cold yet calming to me, and the stars were still up. The moon was shining, and something about the light it emitted made the entire city seem both magical and eerie at the same time.

I had been walking around taking deep breaths of fresh air for a few minutes when I got a text. It was my best friend Jenna. It was not uncommon for her to text me at this hour.

"Are you asleep?"

I quickly grabbed my phone and texted back.

"No. I'm taking a walk. Nightmares again."

"Same here. If you wanna meet up by the river bend, then I am right there."

It took me only a few minutes to find Jenna and we sat down and talked for quite a long time.

"Someone should really tell Andy to fuck off. He seems like such a prick!" She said, after I told her about the incident today.

"Yeah. I think the reason no one does it is that attractive guys can get away with anything. I guess that's why everyone in the gang gets away with doing what they do."

"Hey, are you calling my brother attractive? You take that back, sis!" Jenna said, once again pointing out that her brother Jeremy was part of the gang.

"I'm just saying, he has his upsides. Besides, he's always quiet when the other's harrass me. Never the one to say anything mean."

"That's because he knows you're my best friend. I always tell him I'll beat him if he even touches you."

"They usually just call me names. I try not to care, but it is hard."

After a while, we parted ways and I was slowly making my way back home. Just a few blocks from my house, the sidewalk was blocked by a group of men, most likely in their 20's. They seemed intoxicated and I tried my best to walk around them, but they seemed to not wanna let me pass them.

"Heyyyy there pretty thing." One of them said, grabbing my arm. "Wanna go back to...erhm...my...place?"

The man was obviously drunk, but I tried reasoning with them, giving them a polite "no thanks!" and attempting to leave. But the man wasn't gonna let me go that easily.

"Don't leave, princess! We could have so much fun!" He said, pulling me in tight. His hands grabbed my hips and I tried pushing him away, but he wasn't gonna let go.

"Could you please let go of me?" I said, with tears in my eyes. The older man's lips touched my neck and I screamed at him to let go, still caught in his tight grip.

"Hey, she told you to let go of her!" I heard a male voice from behind me, yelling at the top of it's lungs. Seconds later a punch landed in the man's face and I almost had to duck away in order to not be hit myself. The tight grip of my hips loosened and I could push him away. Another man tried to grab me from behind, but a sucessfully planted kick in the nuts set me free. The man who'd thrown the punch grabbed me by my shoulders and looked me in the eyes.

"Run." He said. I couldn't do anything but nod and leave as fast as I could.

Finally arriving at my house, I couldn't help but thinking that there was something familiar about the man who had saved me that night. Something about his dark, raspy, masculine voice and his bright blue eyes...

Notes

So yeah, I got five subscribers! I'm quite happy about the story so far.

Comment what you think about the story so far if you feel like it, I would appreciate it

I'll try to update it as often as possible, since I currently have a break from school, I'll try every day.

Comments

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Fangirlicious Fangirlicious
4/25/16

omg this is really coincidental i wrote a story on Quotev and her name is Iris!

Fangirlicious Fangirlicious
4/25/16

@Jazzy JJ
Oml same. When I read the chapter where Iris took her "leap of faith" my mind kept playing "Better Off Dead" by Sws

Awkwardly Awkwardly
9/26/15

The mortician's daughter started playing in my head when they went to the airport. I love the story. Let me know if u make a sequel. :)

Jazzy JJ Jazzy JJ
8/18/15

The mortician's daughter started playing in my head when they went to the airport. I love the story. Let me know if u make a sequel. :)

Jazzy JJ Jazzy JJ
8/18/15