"I didn't actually think you would have turned around, baby." A black figure stepped out behind a snow gum tree. He stood there looking deep into my dark brown eyes, while pulling a smirk for a least a minute. My hands began to shake, as the snow falls above my hand. I was gripping onto the flower branches, it was cold and hard like ice. It was my only weapon and something to hold onto for balance. While I stood there my phone gave me a fright, and it fell out of my pocket. I quickly reached down to grab it. Until I stood back up, I noticed the figure was moving towards me.
My eyes grew wider as I noticed that he, the boy, was staring at me with his devilish hazel eyes. He had pulled down his hoodie from his head. If only looks could kill, I would have been dead by now.
His grin grew widely, studying my every move, but I immediately set my eyes some place else besides him. I couldn't help by asking, "What do you want with me?" I said nervously.
His smile had faded away as he bought both of his hands to his mouth. Blowing warmth into his palms. A moment later he says, "I don't know? What do you think?" He shot me a death glare and stared back down towards the ground, pretending to fake laugh.
What do you want me to say? 'I'm scared?!' I said to myself. My phone immediately vibrated in my side pocket. The screen lit up, with a text message from, "Dad." I whispered down to my pocket.
My head struck back up, noticing a hand brushing my cheek. I held onto my breath once again, my chest felt tight, he was so close to me.
A sweet but bitter aura was around us. I wanted to push him off but my eyes were locked on his and my hands were frozen by his warm fingertips touching against my skin. His breathing was running down my neck. He suddenly bought his lips against ear and kissed it lightly. I shivered from head to toe. I stepped back, however he moved up closer.
He smelt like cigarettes and alcohol. Ugh, gross.
He lightly pushed my shoulder against the tree trunk, placing one leg between mine, leaning closer so our foreheads were touching. My cheeks started to heat up, I shut my eyes closed. I held onto breath as I felt his breathing was against my neck again. What's this freak doing to me? I asked myself.
"Aren't you cold?" He asked unexpectedly, then he gestured his arms out for me to hug him.
I rested my hands against his chest, ready to push him off. But too late, something had caught my attention. I stared straight ahead and noticed a strange-looking figure standing in front of us, looking amused. An older man, who didn't look like an ordinary old man. Then right away, the figure reached into his back pocket, pulling out something small but deadly.
"That guy." "He's holding a gun." I added.
"Damn, your eyes." Oneheartbeatxx