Lynne
Walking home from work wasn't ever enjoyable, especially when its raining like this. I look up at the sky crying above me. Stress has been eating me alive, and I hate it. I quicken my pace, knowing Lia is bound to be in some kind of trouble by the time I return. My mind wanders back to work. Some rude lady had screamed at me for alost 10 minutes , and i almost got fired for snapping back. I can't risk losing my job, and if I do...
Then, i crash into what feels like a wall, and large, strong hands grab me before I hit the ground.
"Watch where your going." I hear a deep, tired voice say, looking up at this man, my heart skips a beat. He's a classic pretty boy. Curly blonde hair, golden brown skin, and eyes the most perfect shade of green. They look like leaves and acid, the color of clovers and poison. Snapping out of my trance, I look away and muster out a sad little "right...sorry".
I feel his gaze rake across my face, as if he hasn't seen another person in decades.
"Well, arent you a pretty lady." I hear him say.
"Excuse me?
"You heard me."
"Did i? I dont usually get complaments from strangers."
"Shocking."
I look at him, baffled, and i finally make eye contact. I scan his features. Pointed nose, veiny neck, and tall. Really tall. I have to look up to even meet his gaze. He's definitely a pretty boy, and hes staring into my eyes, a if he can see past them and into my soul.
"You wanna let go of me?" I say, more of a demand than a question. "Hmm, I don't know, I quite like holding you." He says back, and I scoul.
Who does this guy think he is?
"Well, you need to let me go, i have a kid to take care of." I say, and I see his expression darken. "So you have a husband?" "I used to have a boyfriend who was going to be a husband." I respond, looking down. Henry died just a year ago. He was murdered, and all we know is it had something to do with a local gang he apparently pissed off. How? No idea.
As if sensing the rising sadness from me, this new guy seems to back off from the topic, but something behind his eyes makes the hair on my neck stand up.
"Well, I'll let you go now. Your daughter is probably in some kind of trouble by now" he says, removing his hands from my back. I take a few steps back, putting some distance between us.
"I guess I should thank you for catching me." I say, and he smirks, and just walks past me. I turn to look back at him, but hes already disappeared into the crowded, rainy streets.
I sigh softly, and I continue my walk home, but on question is burning in my mind.
How did he know I had a daughter?
