Rainy days

Jackson

Xanders pov:

"I can't wait to get home". I look ahead at and empty road. It's around 11:45. I sit and lean back in my seat with no worries and continue to drive home.

Kayla pov:

I run as fast as my sore feet can carry me. I fight back tears as I go. Finally, I'm away from him...Finally. I stop at a corner,I can no longer carry my body. As I sit my body aches. I lower my head and hugs my knees thinking of what I'm going to do next.

It's been about a half an hour,I could no longer hold back my tears. Crying and quivering I watch the raindrops hit the concrete. A car slows down stopping right in front of me. A Man,tall wearing a jacket and jeans steps out. Oh no...no no no he found me I'm going back and he's going to kill me. I begin to shave violently and I close my eyes shut.

The man kneels before me and speaks in a gentle voice. "Hey ma'am,are you alright?". Quietly I respond "I'm...im fine". Slowly I look up a him,it's to dark to see his face. I can only make out a few features. He tilts his head up then down. "You can't be alright,your all bloody. I can't just leave you here" I look down and think for a second. If I go to the hospital,he might find me since one of his buddies works there and I cant go to my family because they hate me. It would we too much to ask to stay at this man's home.

"Just please...dont take me to the hospital...". He nods. "Well,you can stay with me for as long as you need. I won't mind". I look up, eyebrows raised in surprise. "Are you sure...I wouldn't want to be a burden". "Of course I'm sure, I'll take you home with me". Exhausted, I nod. He extendes his hand to help me up. I stumble to my feet. He notices my shaky tired legs and picks me up. To tired to care I snuggle up close to his chest and close my eyes.

Xanders pov:

I look down at her face. She's scared and bruised but beautiful. So beautiful. I carry her to the car and sit her down in the passengers seat. "Thank you" she mutters. I buckle her in and take my jacket off,wrapping it around her shoulder. I sit down and look over at her. "You'll be safe with me". I close the car door and begin the rest of the drive home. Every now and then I peek over at her, making sure she's alright. I feel her rest her head in my lap. Softly I smile and look back at the road. She begins to snore softly. As she sleeps I think about who could have abused such a beautiful girl like her. I mutter "Who did this to you...". Softly she utters the name "Jackson..."