I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, but I could not escape. Though I was the fastest girl on my soccer team, I was no match for the shrouded figure crashing through the woods behind me. Heart racing I jerk my head to glance behind me. I stop cold. He was just right th.. Warm breath tickles the back of my neck. Slowly I turn.. "Libby." He grins almost lovingly as he raises his gleaming pocket knife.
"Libby. Libby! Wake up!" The dream fades as I recognize the voice. My sexy man gently brushes the hair away from my face as I yawn and stretch, taking my time so I don't have to leave the warmth of the bed. "Hey baby, I'm headed off to work. " Noah brushes a kiss across my forehead as I smile sleepily, rubbing the sleep from my eyes so I can look up at my love. "Ok sweetheart, try to have a good day today." I respond huskily, trying and failing to hide the excitement he stirred in me with no effort. "I'll try", he laughs as he walks out the door, his black curly hair bouncing softly on his shoulders, closing it quickly to shut out the brisk weather. Yawning again I sit up as the soft smile fades from my face. Ok. What should I do today? I glance around our cluttered complex. Clothes! Why does he always leave his clothes on the floor? Argh. I sigh as his face smiles at me in my head, and my tummy tightens with need. I'll get those in a second.I guess I'll grab the empty cans. Maybe in another second... The thought of a clean place wasn't enough to stir me. "Ding" Grinning, I turn to shuffle my hand under the blankets to grasp my phone. I just know its going to be my love.
"I know where you are"
Hmmm, who is Elokuri? It must be one of my friends messing with me. Intrigued, I scroll down to view the profile of the messenger. There is only a blank blacked out profile picture, no others to view and no friends. The back of my neck tingles. "Shit!" I gasp aloud as a knock to the door startles me. Hurriedly I throw my fluffy white blanket off and grab the shorts I'd slid off in a hurry the night before. I wonder if its my package. Opening the front door, I step out and look around. That's curious, I know I heard a knock.... Shrugging my shoulders dismissively, I close the door and head to the stereo system. Might as well start cleaning since I'm up now anyways. Scrolling through YouTube I settle on NF and grab the lighter from the entertainment system. The amazing smell of marijuana teases my senses as I open the small baggie and begin breaking up a blunt. Inhaling deeply, I hold my breath and sit back. NF's voice penetrates my suddenly melancholy thoughts. I glance up. How Could You Leave Us is playing, I freeze as memories bombard me. My chest squeezes. How Could you leave me? What could have been more important than me, your daughter? I need you still. Where are you mom. My eyes tear up. I didn't have to go to the department of human resources. I wipe a tear away and brush the blunt across my trembling lips, inhaling softy as I wonder if our story will end like Nates, with me burying you. Am I not important mom? I feel you Nate. I didn't get it either. She was my hero regardless of her faults, but the drugs. Momma why? My heart sinks further as I remember her when I was young. Why do I have no good memories? Just you, passed out on the bed after a long night with a boyfriend. I saw the needles, the pipes. The "baby powder" in the little bags that I wasn't allowed to touch... I grew up fast. Sighing, I grab the Xbox controller and hit the back button. I need to lighten up. Scrolling I stop on 6LACK, one of Noah's new favorite rappers. Might as well try it. "Ding" I hear a very soft noise and sit forward, flicking the roach into the glass ash tray on the end table. Ok, now where is my phone? I pick up my blanket and step back as my phone hits the wood floor below. *sigh* "Let's see.."
(I know where you are) 1:00pm
(Why didn't you wait for me?) 1:52pm
"Wha?.." I try and think back, who do I know that could possibly feel this way? Fuck it. My fingers fly across my phone as I construct a question that could supply answers to my increasing curiosity and unease.
You: (Do I know you, Elokuri? ) 1:55pm
To be continued. Pointers? Suggestions on where the story should go? Let me know. Aasb.
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Short Story / Non-Fiction