Page 6 of My Dark Obsession
Now I know I definitely ripped those out. I was sure of it. Not ten minutes ago I was practically dying. I know there had been damage to my lungs, as the blood had been proof of that. The question was, how? How the hell was I walking and breathing with more ease than I could ever remember doing?
Something niggled at my memory, something dark and empty, and just before I could grab it and focus, it drifted away again, leaving me with nothing but an empty wish to follow it. Whatever ‘it’ was.
A black mist floated and swirled in my peripheral vision and when I turned my head to catch a better viewof it, it moved along with my eyes, constantly out of reach.
So maybe there was some permanent damage after all.
The fluttering of wings and a gust of wind behind me told me that the damned bird was still following me.
Growling from the lack of patience and totally not because I was freaking out, I snapped “I will eat you!” as I spun around ready to throw hands at the bird.
But no bird was staring at me, oh no, a giant, a mammoth, an enormous sized man stood in front of me, his thick brows furrowed in an annoyed scowl as I gaped at him with my mouth open.
This man was what you would call lumberjack sexy. With his huge broad shoulders, wide lips, strong jawline, hair so dark brown it almost looked black and sunglasses that covered his eyes in secrets I needed to reveal. He was a walking, talking lumberjack fantasy.
“What are ye’ doin’ here?” His deep rumbling voice pulled me from my pervy thoughts. His Scottish accent suited his grumpy face. His floppy hair brushed against his deep furrowed brow. Stepping closer so his shadow completely covered me, he asked again, his scowl deepening further.
“I said, why are ye’ here?”
One thing about me was that I didn’t scare easily. Standing my ground I craned my neck and gave him my own frown.
“Want to take a step back there, Lumberjack Joe?” Making sure my feet were firm on the sand and my hands were loose I breathed slowly, preparing for a fight. There was no holding back anymore; Lyal thought I was dead;I was eighteen and free. I wasn’t going to take anyone’s shit anymore.
If it was even possible, his brow lowered even more, “Lumberjack Joe?” He tilted his head, and I knew he was looking at my baggy grey top and my trusty scuffed up converse. I was indeed a total mess.
“Why’re ye’ covered in blood?” The way he rolled his ‘r’ distracted me from him taking yet another step closer.
Sue me, I’m a sucker for the Scottish accent.
Raising my hands in a fake sign of surrender I said, “I’m leaving,” whilst easing back. The forest behind me was my escape. I needed to find a car, a bus, some way to get back. The darkening sky had a slight wave of panic hit me at how long I had been gone.
“Why’re ye’ covered in blood Wee one?”
Wee one? I wasn’t even that small, I was a good 5 ft 3 inches and if I didn’t hunch, I reckon I would be another inch on that! Damn rude if you asked me. I mean I suppose I would seem small to him, as he had to be at least 6 ft 3.
“I fell. Now, if you’ll excuse me good sir, I’ll be on my way.” I answered flatly. He was wasting time I wasn’t sure I had.
Turning on my heel I went to march away, thoughts of miraculously healing and my boys crowded my noisy head.
“Wait—” His large hand wrapped around my forearm and as our skin touched an electric shock type pain zapped through my body, settling at my back making me arch and squeak in surprise and discomfort. It ended as quickly as it had begun, leaving me staring at the huge stranger as he looked back at me with his mouth agape.
That was weird.
“Wh-How? I—” He stuttered as he released my arm and ran his hand through his floppy hair messing up the strands.
“Ookay, anywho, as we were.” I chirped with a false sense of confidence, I wasn’t scared of him but the longer I was away from my boys the more my nerves ran haywire, I backed away once more and started back on my march to the forest.
“Wait! Why’re ye’ walking away!” He grumbled as he walked behind me, because let’s be honest, my march was a slow walk to his giant tree trunks you call legs.
“Look mister, I have somewhere to be. Stop following me.” Snapping at him in irritation, I picked up speed. First the bird, now this man. What was with people following me lately? I hated people.
His large hand gripped my shoulder, stopping my march once again. Before I got the chance to yell some obscene things at him, I realised his sunglasses were now rested on his head, leaving his bright red eyes to stare down at me.
That’s right, bright red eyes.
Now I was always up for some strange stuff. I couldn’t say I was exactly normal with all of my dark thoughts but red eyes on a goliath of a man? Yeah, I was out.
I spun on my heel and raced through the forest.
