A Stranger

My right hand held the cheek, while my left hand held the right hand because the pain was too much.

"I said how dare you?!" She asked with visible anger but my tears flowed, instead of an answer.

I felt another slap on my right cheek and the word spun around me

"I asked a question, you useless thing" but I could barely hear a word. I felt like vomiting and collapsing afterwards. I didn't even noticed the on-lookers watching the show.

"Jennifer! That's enough. Let me take care of this" I shivered to the core with fear when I heard the man's cold voice. But he's daughter was not satisfied. She held the helm of my dress and ripped it. The front skirt was tore, exposing my mid thighs and downwards.

Her family seemed pleased before her father motioned for someone. Next thing I saw was security holding my arms and dragging me out.

I was dragged so hard, and my bag fell on the floor in the process.

I was dropped on the floor like garbage. Looking around just to see that it was an underground parking lot.

I Stood up with pain. No bag, no money, I guess I have to walk my way home, which is miles away.

My thoughts were filled with grief for what just happened, if only my parents were still alive maybe they could have defended me or if only that event never occurred maybe I would be cared for.

The sky hummed at me, then it started pouring as if it felt my pains.

The wind was strong enough to freeze but all I felt was the physical and emotional pain I was experiencing.

Maybe I should just end my miserable life...

I woke up from my line of thought when I couldn't feel the rain on me anymore but i could hear the sound. I felt a hand on my back before it was wrapped around my shoulders urging me forward.

I instinctively followed, then looked up to find a blue suit jacket above my head, stopping the assault I received from the rain.

Standing on a building, a roof above us. I turned to see the stranger....Wait! A stranger or a helper? I was confused.

But my thoughts flew away once I stared at the jaw dropping face in front of me.

"Hey...Are you okay?" He asked softly, he's voice was a caress to my skin. It was deep and held emotions I couldn't comprehend.

I gazed into his Hazel eyes filled with worries and his face showed unhidden concern. It caught me off guard.

He reached a hand to my face to caressed it softly, then his fingers touched my face cooling it but the cold spread to my body, making my numbed body feel the coldness of the wind and his touch, it left me desperate for more, I jolted back with this revelation.

His face showed extreme concern that made me doubt my sanity. The concerned look that I hated after my parents death, now strangely I craved for it, from this stranger including his touch, this overwhelming feelings made a tear dropped from my eye. What was happening to me?.

With a flash of pity in his eyes he wrapped an arm around my waist pulling me to his chest. His warmth embraced me, I smelled his manly and refreshing scent, instantly the cold I felt in me was gone.

Warmth and care with an unknown emotion were what I felt but I still struggled to free myself from these strange but familiar feelings.

Actually I thought I was struggling until I realized it was my brain but not my body that was struggling.

I was confused, these toxic feelings made me feel at peace and without control the tears turned into rivers and in no time I started pouring my inside out in his arms. My shoulders shook vigorously. Melting in his embrace.

After the long satisfying episode he pulled back and caressed my burning cheeks, cooling them.

His arms were holding me tightly and all I could do was enjoy the comfort.

He smiled and I was mesmerized. Why do I feel like he was created with love and passion. His parents definitely made love not sex for them to accomplish this excellent piece of a human as a reward.

My cheeks burned when I realized my inappropriate thoughts, what the heck was I thinking?. His smile grew wider, making me panic for a while thinking he might be a mind reader.

He tugged me closer, slowly his face turned serious, then he frowned. Surprised by how his mood quickly changed, I wanted to ask what happened but instantly he took the suit jacket from earlier that he still held on his arm.

Wrapping it around me, he took my hands and dove them into each place, carefully. buttoned it and adjusted it with full focus.

I was dazed by how gentle this guy could be. I snapped out of it when I saw him walking and pulling me with him.

"Hey what are you doing?!" I called a little louder to grab his attention.

"Where do you stay?" ignoring me, he asked instead.

"Huh?What do you mean?" I asked confused by what he meant.

"You do have a house, right?.. I mean you're not some freak because your dress says otherwise" he ignored my question and said with a raised brow while scanning me from head to toe.

"Of course not. I do have a house but it's miles away." I said firmly but once I realized he was also talking about my dress I was embarrassed. I completely forgot about it, so I pulled my hand back in haste.

With caution and fear "W-what do you want and w-who are you?" I asked, stepping backward carefully. He looked at me skeptically, which didn't help the situation one bit.