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Finding Something New

By: Smilyface3364

Page 1, Small little excerpt

GIANA

It was dark out, and I was walking home from the school. I've been staying after to get all my work done.

I walked past an alley, when a man around 23, clothed in all black, with a scruffy face came up and grabbed me from behind and instantly pulled a knife under my chin. I knew instantly this guy wasn't messing around.

"Hello," he breathed. He smelled of alcohol. "How about you an' me go tuh my apartment up there," he pointed up at the building above me, "An' you an' I can have lots of fun." His breath smelt so bad.

"Get off of me." I breathed. He laughed in my face. "Oh, no no no. You an' me are gonna have some fun," he grabbed my ass and chuckled. "Oh, you are gonna be A LOT of fun."

"Get off me!" I screamed. I elbowed him in the crotch. He bent over slightly, groaning. He stood up to full height again and put more pressure on the knife. Liquid flowed down my neck.

"I like to play games too." He whispered in my ear. More pressure was put on the knife. I bit into my lip, muffling a mix of a scream, a whimper, and a sob. I was going to die.

Suddenly, all the pressure on my neck was gone. The guy wasn't holding me anymore. I fell the ground and sobbed uncontrollably. I heard noises in the background, but I couldn't comprehend them. Someone came up to me and picked me up. I shied away, thinking it was the drunk guy.

"Hey, hey, hey. I won't hurt you." The voice said. I opened my eyes. I stared right up at Jared. I looked over at a body on the ground.

"Where am I?" I whispered. I motion that I wanted down out of his arms but he wouldn't let me. I felt so dizzy.

"What happened? Where were you here so late?" He asked, his jaw clenched.

"I walk this way every night, besides your here right now."

"I was in a car, you were walking outside. It's different." I was silent.

"Can you please put me down?"

Jared set me down, holding onto my shoulders to make sure I didn't fall. I stumbled a little. "Okay, you are coming with me." He grabbed my arm lightly and took me to the passenger seat. He got in, started the car, and began to drive. I noticed red splotches all over his shirt and remembered that my throat was cut with that knife.

"Sorry about your shirt." I whispered, loud enough for him to hear.

"It's fine." He said without taking his eyes off the road. He was so tense.

I looked out the window and noticed that I didn't recognize this part of town. "Where are we going?" I asked.

"To my house. I'm not leaving you alone tonight after what happened." He clutched the steering wheel tighter. We got to his house, where he changed out of his shirt and cleaned up my neck. He set up the couch for himself and gave me his bedroom. "You don't have to do this, I can sleep on the couch." I said. He denied my request and went out onto the couch.

After about an hour of tossing and turning in his bed, I went out into his living room and sat in front of the couch, watching the fire burn in the fireplace. I sat there for I don't know for how long just staring at the fire, then he turned and sat up, rubbing his eyes.

"What are you doing out here?" He asked groggily.

"It's not fair for you to be out here, while I sit in a warm bed." I said, still staring at the fireplace.

"It's 2 in the morning and you're bringing this up? Go back to the bedroom." He said, turning to go back to bed. I stared at the fireplace unwaveringly.

"No."

"Excuse me?" He said. His voice was on edge.

"You heard me." I said, still staring at the fireplace. There was silence.

"Go back in the bedroom." He demanded. He actually thought that I would listen to him like that!

"No." I repeated.

He growled. I turned to look at him, seeing the furious look on his face. "I want you safe, so stay in the bedroom." His beautiful green eyes flared with fire. He truly was fighting with his anger.

"What's the big deal? Why can't I stay out here? Wouldn't you want me closer to you so you know nothing will happen to me?" I asked incredulously.

He sighed, then wiped his face. "You know what, just do what want. I don't care what happens to you." He waved his hand at me, then turned around and drifted off back to sleep.

I watched him for awhile, letting silent tears fall down. I let out a sob, got up, and walked to the bedroom. I want to leave this place!

JARED

She really doesn't know. I haven't been dropping hints, but I thought girls had that sense. Damn. I can't reveal my feelings to her. Giana had an effect on me, but I didn't know what. I wanted her near me, but if she was, I couldn't control myself. That was the reason I put her in my room, but when she came out and sat right in front of me, it was the hardest thing not to touch her, to hold her. I tried to tell her to go back into the room, but she is so stubborn.

I pretended to sleep, to ignore her. I heard her go back to the room, crying. I tried so hard to not reach up to her and hold her, comfort her. But then, I realized I was the reason she was crying. The thought just killed me.

GIANA

I walk out to the kitchen, rubbing my eyes, to find breakfast set out strategically onto the bar. Facing the stove, Jared kept cooking, not noticing that I walked in. His back was shirtless and flexed his muscles as he moved. His jeans hanging loosely to his hips and his dark hair was lightly tousled from sleep. He looked sensual and sexy.

No. I'm not thinking this! He doesn't even care about me. He said his feelings last night.

I cleared my throat to get his attention. He whirled around with a spatula in his hand, a smile tugging a smile on his face. "Hey Giana. You hungry?" He motions to all the food.

I sit at the table. "I prefer Gina or Gi." I look at every dish set down. "Why did you make all this food? Are you feeding the army?" I look up at him.

He chuckled and his hand moved through his hair. "Uh, I didn't know what you liked to eat for breakfast, so I kind of made everything." The thought warmed me. He made all of this, thinking one would be what I eat. I scanned the counters and frowned when I found there is nothing I eat there.

"Well, you're out of luck. It's not up here." He gave me an exasperated sigh and I giggled. He looked at me, amused. He leaned against the counter, watching me curiously. "So, what do you eat for breakfast?" I raised my eyebrows, looking at him dubiously. "Cereal." The look on his face was priceless. I started laughing hysterically. He came over and grabbed me by my waist and dragged me to the couch, plopped me down, and started tickling me.

"No! No, stop! Stop! That hurts!" I gasped between each breath.

He stopped and lifted my shirt, seeing finger prints going across my stomach. His expression turned to anger. He soon calmed, his face showing he was calm. He kissed each mark, trailing up. He looked into his eyes and found an endless amount of passion and warmth.

His hands found each side of my head and pressed it to his. Our foreheads touched and we stared into each others eyes for the longest time. He smiled and leaned in, grasping my lips with his. Slow, soft, steady, sensual.

He looked back into my eyes, a smile playing on his lips. "I will never hurt you." Dazed, I didn't get what he was saying until memories of last night flashed through my mind. He was there. For me.

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