For Her Love

Too Good To Be True

Rain hit against the roof of my rented black Range Rover, slowly taking me to the place of dreams. I was so done with this day, it was tiring and uncalled for. I just want to spend the rest of my vacation work free. Isn't that what they were for?

I was finally giving into sleep until something or should I say someone caught my eye. There, walking hurriedly in the rain was a girl. The gentleman in me took over and I decided to offer her a ride, forgetting my tiredness.
I drove up to her and rolled down my window.
"Do you need a ride?" I asked, rather hopefully. She looked so fragile. Tears stained her wet cheeks and her eyes gave off that sad and broken feeling. I felt the strong urge to hug her, but I didn't.
"No, thank you." She replied politely. A sound of thunder crashed forcefully against our ear drums. She flinched.
"Look, I insist it's raining and I wouldn't want you getting sick." I told the girl who looked like everything she ever cared about was ripped away from her.
"No, I'm fine. I don't need a ride. I rather get sick." She responded.
"I know I'm a stranger, but I'm a stranger who's trying to help you."
"Isn't that what they all say? That they're trying to help." She spoke angrily.
"Here's what I'll do, I'll give you my phone and if I try anything stupid you can call the police. How's that sound to you." I said completely understanding where she was coming from.
With a reluctant sigh, she gave in.
"Pass me your phone." She told me, trying to act firm, but failing miserably. I gave it to her. As she walked around to the passenger side, I couldn't but study her features. She was something I could look at all day. Her dark brown coffee colored hair fell to her shoulders. She looked to be about fourteen. Why am I having these thoughts, she's a minor! Well, she would be four years younger than me. Well, that's in case she's fourteen.
She sat down in the seat and clutched my phone tightly to her chest. She was wearing a white V neck that stuck to her skin, it became a see through due to the rain. I would be lying if I said it didn't turn me on. Her hands folded across her chest to cover the exposed cleavages, but it only pushed them out more. She looked over at me, silently asking with her eyes if I had anything to help cover her up.

I reached over into the backseat and handed her a black T-shirt. She gratefully accepted it and put it on. Now with her comfortable, I could take her home. But where was home?
"Where do you live?" I asked her.
"On Gail Drive in Liverpool. Do you know where that is?" She asked. Her name was still unknown.
"No, but my GPS does." I told her as I typed in the location. She hummed as a response.
"So, what's your name?" I asked trying to make small talk.
"Macbeth. What's yours?" She whispered.
"Harry. How old are?" I asked curiously.
"I'm fourteen." She answered timidly. Why was she so shy? We arrived on her Street a few minutes later.
"Where's your house?" I asked her, wishing hopelessly that I could make her stay. We might not have talked much, but something about her intrigued me to no end.
"Four houses down, on the right." She replied softly, barely above a whisper, but I heard her. I pulled up to her house, releasing a heavy sigh.
"Um, thank you Harry." She said her voice quivering, like she was scared of something. "Bye." She then handed me my phone, my stomach doing back as her fingers connected with mine. She started to exit, but I just couldn't let her.
"Wait! This might seem weird and so very wrong, but can I get your number?" I asked her nervously looking into her alluring deep brown eyes. She looked at me in shock and disbelief.
"Sure." She answered to my unbelievable request. I handed her my phone and watched her type in the contact. I so desperately prayed that she didn't have a boyfriend. Why am I having such thoughts?
"Do you have a boyfriend?" I suddenly blurted out.
"Yes. Bye Harry." She said.
"Bye, Em." And then she left.
That was nearly 4 years ago. I chuckled at the memory which always made me sad. It's not that I don't like having her as a friend, but is it wrong to want more?
I knew it was too good to be true....