Futitive

My feet pounded against the pavement. I bounced along gliding across the ground. My hair was soaked with the raindrops that fell. The rain was as soft as kisses from a newborn child. It was cold out but I didn’t wear a jacket. I was a fugitive and I was on the run. I had on a simple black tank top and blue denim shorts.  My shirt was ripped as was my shorts were ripped but only at the ends. I had sneakers that were a little too small for me. They were ripping at the seams but I didn’t have sock so I didn’t care if my feet got wet.

                I kept running my head down not watching where I was going. I soon found myself sprawled out on the ground. There was a pain in my wrist and ankle. Not again I thought. I had smacked into the side of a building.

                “Are you okay?” a muscular voice asked and I could hear the footsteps coming closer

                “Yea” I replied sassily “I’m just fine” I started to get up with the wrist that didn’t have pain and started to hobble away.

                “No you’re not. Come with me. You are obviously hurt.” He said catching up to me with three easy long strides

                He was a tall man and didn’t seem to know who I was. He had chestnut hair the fell just in front of his eyes. He looked pretty cute.

                “No, I don’t know if I can trust a man I just met. Besides I don’t even know your name” I said

                “Oh, where are my manners! My name is Ryder. You really can trust me, I won’t hurt you I promise.” He looked sincere.

                “Ok fine I’ll go with you but if you try anything, mister” I held my hands up in fists “this goes in your face got it?”

                “Got it. Now what’s your name?” he questioned

                Should I tell him, or should I make up a fake name? Would he recognize my real name and turn me in? I decided I would just tell him my real name, I mean, if he turned me in I could escape again like I did once. I’m forever running for something I didn’t do.

                “Lovely, Luna Lovely.” I said. He didn’t give any sign of recognition. We walked silently to his flat.

 He took me into the living room and sat me down on his black leather couch. He grabbed his medical kit and walked back to me inspecting my ankle. I flinched at his touch. He said it was only a bad sprain and patched it up with an ace bandage. He didn’t know about my wrist.

“You hungry?” he asked as he walked into the kitchen

“Yea” I replied not really caring what he was saying. I looked around at the pictures on his wall. There was one of him when he was younger with a girl who looked like him that I guessed it was his sister. There was one of him and his parents and the same girl but this time there was another boy.

Ryder came back out with some soup and handed it to me.

“Thanks” I said. After I finished the soup he lead me to the guest room and told me his room is right next door and to wake him if I need anything. I walked around the room,  it had its own private bathroom. The bed was wonderful and soft. I climbed in bed and it was inviting and warm like a gentle hug on a winter night.

The night was pretty. Now that I didn’t have to run I got to look at the moon. I got to see the stars. It’s so amazing that we are so small in this place and the stars are only one small part with us It’s like we can look up and just get lost in the universe. I tried to imagine what could be out there In the depths of the universe. What if there was life on another planet. I wondered as I slipped into a deep sleep.