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Dreadlocks

Summary:
Bella life is far from perfect. Her different apearence and personality makes her stand out from the usual crowd. One night a gang of ordinary school kids try to murder her. But, her 'prince charming' turns up and saves her. Happy endings? Far from it...


Notes:
I hope you like this story. It's gonna be different from the usual stuff I do. A change. I think its going to be better too, I can relate more to Bella.


3. Wind

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Suddenly I had lost my voice. I tried to swallow, but the big lump in my throat wouldn’t budge. He continued to stare hatred towards me. Why was I finding him so intimidating? Somehow I couldn’t find the answer.

“Um…I was just…um…well, I was just…leaving,” I stuttered. “Thanks for…um…helping me…back there…and….err…taking me back here…I’ll be going…thanks.” I hide my face in humiliation and quickly headed towards the rectangular shape, that looked like a door, at the other end of the room.

The cold, wet air whipped me in the face as I opened the it. It shot past my face, making me shiver. My clothes flew in the wind as I stepped outside the door frame. I then headed down the prom, making my long journey home.

Somehow, I couldn’t push the picture of him out of my mind. The skin stretching over his clenched knuckles. Soft, silky hair falling in a wave around his face. His brown eyes intense on mine. His jaw clenched as he clamped his teeth together. What had I done to annoy him? I wanted to walk back to his house, I wanted to talk to him. Why? After all, he was only a stranger. A perfect, handsome stranger.

But I couldn’t let my mind think like that! It was absurd. From then on I only listened to the thump as my clumpy Doc. Martins hit the floor when I walked. Where was I even going? I really had no idea. When I had walked out of the door the only thought on my mind was to get as far away from the house as possible, to get away from the embarrassment. I hadn’t thought about which way I should go to get back home. Obviously that would be the obvious thought. So why wasn’t I thinking it?

The pitch black night shadowed me, making it impossible to see ahead. The full moon in the sky only illuminated the clouds which lay beside it. Sea spray lay thick on my face from the violent waves which crashed loudly.

I was going in the nowhere, I was probably taking myself in the wrong direction. Taking myself father away than I should be going. So what was I going to do now? Make the matter worse? On that, I decided no. My life was already on all time low, so why make it even worse? Even if it was a little glitch.

I felt my was towards a jaggered, stone wall and slumped down next to it. Leaning on its sturdiness. In my opinion this seemed like the best action, the positive thing to do. I had no idea where I was, and, lets face it, I was far beyond lost. So I would sit here until sunrise. At least then I would get a vague idea of where I would go next.

But, I decided against the idea of going to sleep. Something about the thought repelled me. Something could happen to me while I was under, something which I might oblige to. Although, I’ve already had the worst abuse on the planet, and I don’t see how it could get any worse. But, things always surprise me.

I jumped unexpectedly asI felt motion beside me, a motion that was strangely humanlike. Warmth radiated off whatever was next to me. Somehow I couldn’t find the strength to move, I couldn’t find the will to lift myself off this cold ground. But, I didn’t want to either. And, I didn’t know why.

“You know you could of stayed with me.” It was him, coming to rescue me yet again. “You didn’t have to throw yourself out and onto the street.”

It took my a while to answer. My voice seemed lost. “I didn’t want to invade.” I didn’t want to add that he seemed pretty peed off with me already. But, now I heard a soft edge to his voice, it seemed like he’d forgotten about the incident-I-didn’t-know-about earlier.

“You weren’t invading, I don’t know what there is to invade anyway.” He laughed to himself. “Why don’t you come back, you can hardly stay sat here all night.”

I hesitated. “Um…okay.”

In a swift movement he rose to his feet. He then held his hand out to me, helping me off the ground. I took it, without thinking, and stood up too. His touch sent shivers down my spine. I didn’t know what it was, but he seemed to have this factor about him the drew me in. A factor which I knew would seem fatal in the future.

Together we walked in the cold night, or, at least, what was left of it. The wind seemed to have more force than before, it caused my heavy hair to whip to my left. Now that’s a thing you didn’t see often, dreadlocks flying everywhere.

“I didn’t catch your name,” his voice broke the silence between us. The satin tone of it lit up the howl of the wind. It was perfect in every way.

“Bella,” I spoke back. “Yours?”

“Jake.”

Jake. I couldn’t of thought of a better name to describe him. It seemed to fit his looks, and what I new of his personality, greatly.

It was silent then, the only sound was the subtle creek of nature echoing all around. I focused on his breathing. My concentration on it seemed unbreakable.

“So, you want to tell me why you were drowning in the ocean?”

I gulped.