I woke up the next morning with the sun shining on my face. Some one had come into my room and took my shoes off and covered me up, Val, I'm guessing. I laid there for a moment and stared up at my black ceiling. I head some one walking up and down the hall way so I decided I would get up as well.

I crawled out of my bed and went to my bag that I didn't unpack last night. I opened it and grabbed the stuff I would need, like body wash, shampoo and conditioner, clothes and my make up and sun block, then walked into the bathroom making sure to lock the door behind me.

I went to the shower and turned it on, letting the water heat up. I stripped out of my clothes and got into the shower letting the hot water run over me. I grabbed the wash cloth that was already hanging in the shower and my body wash and began washing my body. I scrubbed myself until my skin as red and stinging, hoping to scrub away the scars, and any memory of that night. Sighing, I rinsed my body off and began washing my hair, then rinsing it out and applying the conditioner.

After I was done I got out of the shower grabbing a towel off the towel rack hanging on the wall. I quickly dried off and put on my under garments and then a pair of dark skinny jeans and an old misfits shirt, then wrapped my hair with the towel to help it dry more. I wen't over to the sink, looking in the mirror. I took my sun block and squirted some in my hands, and rubbed it on my face. Making sure the sunblock was rubbed in completely I took my eye liner and applied it thickly, then applying the mascara to my eye lashes.

With my make up complete I took my hair out of the towel and parted it and brushed it. With my hair and make-up finished I walked back into my room. I grabbed some socks from my bag and put them on along with my tattered old converse. I tied my shoes then grabbed my hoodie and left my room.

I made my way down the stairs and then through the living room and into the kitchen. Matt and Val were at the island along with Jimmy and the mohawk guy. There was another man leaning against the sink, he was with the man with the brown eyes yesterday. Why hadn't I noticed him before?

He was tall, but not as tall as Jimmy, he had black hair that was spiked up in the back and snake bites adorning his beautiful lips. But his most striking features were his eyes. They were green, the most beautiful green I had ever seen.

I hadn't realized that I was staring until I heard Matt clear his throat. I jumped a little and could tell my face was flushed instantly.

Matt and Val smirked a little and then introduced me to everyone.

"Adison, this is Johnny" she pointed to mohawk man, "And you already know Jimmy." I smiled the best I could and gave a little wave.

"And tihs" she gestured to green eyes "Is Zacky." She smirked again. I gave him a small wave and then quickly looked down at my sneakers.

"Oh, and that behind you is Brian." My head shot up when she said that. Then I realized someone was missing. The brown eyed man. My heart rate quickened and my breathing started to speed up. I slowly turned around and came face to face with some ones chest.Dare I look up?

I closed my eyes and swallowed. I opened my eyes and slowly looked up, and I was staring into the man's deep brown eyes.

"Hi." He smiled. I took a few slow steps back wards and ended up tripping. He lunged toward me. I assume he was trying to help me, but my reflexes kicked in. As soon as I landed on the floor my foot was out. I don't know where I hit him, all I know is that I did. I heard him grunt in pain as I jumped up and ran for the sliding glass door that led to the back yard.

I ran through the yard and to the back gate and out the gate door. I kept running, even when I hit the sand and it felt like I was running with lead shoes on. i ran until I found this bridge, it had rocks underneath with little spaces and divots where I could easily hide. I slid in between two rocks and pulled my legs up so my knees were touching my chest. I closed my eyes and laid my head on my knees. I could feel the hot tears running down my cheeks, but I didn't care.
I know I shouldn't be afraid of him, he isn't the one who hurt me. But his eyes, they drive fear into me so far down that it rattles my soul. I didn't realize anyone one was there until I heard his voice.

"Hey, there you are." I looked up to see him smiling, his jade green eyes sparkling in the sun light. He sat down on one of the large rocks and took my hand and helped me out of the small cave I had crawled into. After I was out of the whole, I sat down next to him. That's what we did, we just sat. He didn't push me to talk or ask me why I ran, it's not like I would be able to tell him anyway, but the point is he didn't question me.

We had sat there for God knows how long, the sun was actually beginning to set. And that's when I realized it. I could feel my face getting hotter and hotter. We were still holding hands. I think he noticed when I tensed up because he took his gaze away from the sun set and looked at me with a confused expression.

I looked down, my eyes drifting to our hands and he looked too. Then he also became very red, with this sudden realization. He looked up at me and was about to say something, but before the words could come out, his phone began to ring very loudly. He let go of my hand and took his phone out of his pocket to answer it.

"Hello?" He looked at me and mouthed the name "Matt". I just nodded in acknowledgement.

"Yeah, yeah. She's right next to me."

"No, she's fine."

"Yeah. Okay. See you in a few." He hung up his phone and put it back in his pocket. The stood up and offered me his hands. I smiled a little and allowed him to help me up.
"They are pretty worried." He said, looking kind of sheepish.

"So, yeah. We should probably get back." He laughed kind of nervously. I just nodded and let him lead the way back to the house.

I walked as slow as I possibly could, dreading what would happen when we got back to the house.

Would Matt and Val be mad? Of course they would, so would brown eyed guy, Brian, I think his name was.

Would they hate me for hitting their friend in his junk for, what seemed to them, no reason? Possibly.

Would they send me back to the institution? God, I hope not.

Notes

After reading this again, I think that may have escalated quickly; however, it was still amusing. :P
Feedback is very appreciated.

Love and Pudding,
Raven.