4 What is this feeling (1)

I had just taken the last sip of coffee when I heard voices from outside .I rushed to the window to take a look. it was the Gardner and his son. I had never really met them, just watched them handle their work in the garden. This time they were really yelling and cursing.

The Gardner held something like a gigantic fork in his hands attached to a pole. He was using the pole on the boy!.I was really scared."what if he was going to come for me next?"."what if he had already hit Nicol?","what if he was a serial killer like the one I had read in the book Nicol gave me?". There was only one way to find out...

I ran downstairs,knocking down everything that came in my way, then the thought occurred to me; this might be my first time running at all.

I heard Nicol scream my name continuously( good to know she was okay),threatening to tell papa everything, promising to keep me locked in till I was fifty, running after me as well. I unfastened the bolt to the door and ran out. The boy lay on the floor with a bleeding nose, bruised fingers, eyes heavy with tears and a broken knee.

The Gardner was still yelling - " you demented scum, how dare you steal from me. Am gonna cut off your fingers and feed them to the birds; that'll teach you to keep your filthy paws to yourself"

"That's enough Mr.Gardner, stop it!!" I yelled with every ounce of energy I had. I was panting, I dabbed the sweat on my forehead with the back of my palm.

The Gardner looked at me,eyes filled with rage,with a few blinks, he had a new expression - shock.

"Oona watch out!!" Nicol screamed

The Gardner tried to kiss me. His lips were still puckered and arms spread open as if he were coming for a hug.

"Oona run!...as fast you can" Nicol screamed again.

I didn't know why I had to run but I knew I had better if not my first kiss would be to a grouchy man with weird looking beards and a huge mole on his forehead . I ran towards Nicol, this felt really fun.

Then I was pulled back, the grip on my hand was so tight I knew it'd leave a bruise. It was the Gardner again, even more desperate than before, this time his eyes fell on my chest . He licked his lips and let out a really smelly laugh. I yelled for Nicol, i yelled over and over. I didn't notice I was crying till the gulp of liquid formed in my throat.

Why was he doing this?, his grip on my wrist was getting more tight and painful and his eyes kept darting from my chest to my lips. Where was Nicol?

My answer came when a log of wood struck the Gardner from the back of his head. He released me immediately and fell to the ground. Nicol didn't wait, she held my hand and we hurried back into the house.

Judging from the look she gave me, I knew i was in a lot of trouble...