"Sara, Sara it's okay. They're not fighting anymore." Retz murmured to me as I stood there.
My hands still covered my eyes and I could feel my body shaking.
Someone touched my arm and I slapped them away.
That's when I felt my tears on my cheek.
It was only Retz with me now; Rover had taken Raoul and Ricket to God knows where.
I took deep breaths and Retz smiled.
"There we go. I'm sorry, they get a little emotional from time to time." He told me, wrapping a friendly arm around my shoulder.
At that point I broke down, hiding my sorrow in his shoulder, and hid my face by leaning down onto it.
"It just doesn't feel right. What's wrong with him?" I asked, my face burried into Retz's shoulder.
"It's not my place to say." He said after a long moment that's silence was penetrating.
I stiffened away from him.
My hands reached to my mouth.
"This thing you are preparing me for, is it important?" I asked.
"Extremely." He replied.
I bit my lip, "Push me." I declaired.
He frowned at my words.
"What?"
"Push me, to become stronger. I can take whatever you throw at me." I said, walking away.
From the irregular echos of foot steps I figured he was following me.
I stopped in front of an alley and turned, the three figures sparked curiousity.
I walked down, looking at Ricket quickly before the other two.
Raoul had a bloody nose and a black eye.
My eyes hadn't rested on Ricket enough to know of his injuries.
Rover had a stern look on his face like he was reprimanding them.
Rover unexpectant frowned at us.
"I didn't leave tracks." He grumbled.
His small body giving me a sense of humor to his serious temperment.
"Don't look at me, bro. She just started walking." Retz replied, resting a hand on my hip.
As a forming common and friendly guesture between the two of us.
Ricket snapped up and stormed away, as he walked by Retz's hand was pushed away and my wrist was grabbed.
I almost tripped over my long legs in an attempt to follow him freely.
We walked for a long time, into the woods, until he finally stopped.
"You don't know what you're getting yourself into." He started, letting my sore arm go.
"You are so ignorant and stupid. What do you think you're going to accomplish? You don't even know what we are planning!" He snapped.
"I don't need to." I snapped back.
"Ugh! You are so ignorant!" He growled.
"And you're stubborn! Why do you hate me?" I demanded.
He hesitated, frowning ever so slightly.
"I don't hate you, Sara." He said, turning away from me.
"Then what is it that compells you to treat me this way?" I demanded, stepping after him.
He didn't answer which only infruiated me.
