"Alek, I want to ask you something."
"Cualquier cosa, beb?."
"Who attacked you."
I had just made it to the front porch steps when I couldn't control my legs anymore. I launched from that top step like a cannon, and when I landed, pain shot up both my legs. It only pushed me further. The night air was hot and heavy, like a forbidden tryst; full of energy, pulsating. I could barely breathe as my legs carried be through the streets. Around corners, through throngs of people. Sweat glistened on my skin, and tears ran from my eyes, but I didn't stop.
"Cinco o seis personas. They were.. big, big men. Well, not all of them, a couple of them were. Porque no har?a para que diga consegu? mi asno dado a m? por la gente min?scula."
"What happened..?"
"I was spying on them, and they found me."
My head swam as I ran, the air I was breathing too thick. My chest burned, I couldn't feel my legs or arms. It was like my body was on autopilot even though I was still in the cockpit. It took so much self control to not cry, because I knew if I did, I wouldn't stop. My foot caught on an uneven lump of ground, and I skidded forward on my hands and knees. Dirt forced itself into my skin, and stung. Without my even thinking about, it rose to my feet once again, and kicked off.
"That doesn't make sense.. they found you..?"
"S?..?"
"How..?"
I ran until I knew no one could hear me scream. I ran until I couldn't anymore. I ran until I crashed into the ground, my body full of knives from lack of oxygen. Still, I found the strength to suck in a long breath, and it exploded from my throat in a yell. As it hit the outside world, it echoed around me; vibrating, shaking. Like it was laughing at me. And why shouldn't it?
I was so stupid...
"Because you kept caaaaalling me! It rang and rang and rang and rang and rang and rang and-"
"The point, Alek."
" .. they found me because of my phone ringing, and then every time it made a noise they intentado forzar mis interiores sobre mi exterior."
I wouldn't stop calling him. Because of me, he was almost killed.. And why..? Because I was worried, and freaking out, and falling apart. All because of me.
"They had weapons didn't they. Or at least crude ones. Some marks on you, they were made by chains and crowbars, weren't they."
"S?, s?.. Noni, I need to sleep now. I'm sorry we couldn't-"
"One more thing... Where did this happen."
I screamed. Over and over again. Until I thought I was going to pass out. I don't know how long I laid there, but when I coughed, I swore I tasted blood. Rolling on my back, the sky, filled with stars, shimmered overhead. My chest was still heaving from the run. The tears still spilling from my eyes ran back across my temples and into my ears. I rubbed my face with my dirty, scraped hands and sighed shakily.
I didn't want to do this to him. Or anyone else. And he didn't tell me because he knew I would blame myself. But how could I not..? How could I say it wasn't anyone's fault but my own? The fact that I'd drilled him when he was plastered wasn't helping my guilt. I'm not a bad person, I don't want to hurt anyone.. I wished I could have gone back in time and stopped it from ever happening.
I felt more than saw Luvvie's gleam in the night. She was angry. Angry at me, angry at them. Just angry. And I agreed with her.
In that split second I made a decision. I was going to fix this. And they would most definitely rue the day I would.
"Cualquier cosa, beb?."
"Who attacked you."
I had just made it to the front porch steps when I couldn't control my legs anymore. I launched from that top step like a cannon, and when I landed, pain shot up both my legs. It only pushed me further. The night air was hot and heavy, like a forbidden tryst; full of energy, pulsating. I could barely breathe as my legs carried be through the streets. Around corners, through throngs of people. Sweat glistened on my skin, and tears ran from my eyes, but I didn't stop.
"Cinco o seis personas. They were.. big, big men. Well, not all of them, a couple of them were. Porque no har?a para que diga consegu? mi asno dado a m? por la gente min?scula."
"What happened..?"
"I was spying on them, and they found me."
My head swam as I ran, the air I was breathing too thick. My chest burned, I couldn't feel my legs or arms. It was like my body was on autopilot even though I was still in the cockpit. It took so much self control to not cry, because I knew if I did, I wouldn't stop. My foot caught on an uneven lump of ground, and I skidded forward on my hands and knees. Dirt forced itself into my skin, and stung. Without my even thinking about, it rose to my feet once again, and kicked off.
"That doesn't make sense.. they found you..?"
"S?..?"
"How..?"
I ran until I knew no one could hear me scream. I ran until I couldn't anymore. I ran until I crashed into the ground, my body full of knives from lack of oxygen. Still, I found the strength to suck in a long breath, and it exploded from my throat in a yell. As it hit the outside world, it echoed around me; vibrating, shaking. Like it was laughing at me. And why shouldn't it?
I was so stupid...
"Because you kept caaaaalling me! It rang and rang and rang and rang and rang and rang and-"
"The point, Alek."
" .. they found me because of my phone ringing, and then every time it made a noise they intentado forzar mis interiores sobre mi exterior."
I wouldn't stop calling him. Because of me, he was almost killed.. And why..? Because I was worried, and freaking out, and falling apart. All because of me.
"They had weapons didn't they. Or at least crude ones. Some marks on you, they were made by chains and crowbars, weren't they."
"S?, s?.. Noni, I need to sleep now. I'm sorry we couldn't-"
"One more thing... Where did this happen."
I screamed. Over and over again. Until I thought I was going to pass out. I don't know how long I laid there, but when I coughed, I swore I tasted blood. Rolling on my back, the sky, filled with stars, shimmered overhead. My chest was still heaving from the run. The tears still spilling from my eyes ran back across my temples and into my ears. I rubbed my face with my dirty, scraped hands and sighed shakily.
I didn't want to do this to him. Or anyone else. And he didn't tell me because he knew I would blame myself. But how could I not..? How could I say it wasn't anyone's fault but my own? The fact that I'd drilled him when he was plastered wasn't helping my guilt. I'm not a bad person, I don't want to hurt anyone.. I wished I could have gone back in time and stopped it from ever happening.
I felt more than saw Luvvie's gleam in the night. She was angry. Angry at me, angry at them. Just angry. And I agreed with her.
In that split second I made a decision. I was going to fix this. And they would most definitely rue the day I would.