My throat closed up, my stomach knotted. I ripped out of his hold and glared accusingly down at him, "I said I would do it, the agreement said nothing of you touching me" I snarled.

I turned around a ran off, I hated myself for what I did, I hated him for making me do it. when I reached the sidewalk I slowed down to a walk. I kept my head down, my hair providing the curtain I needed to hide me from view. I counted my steps, concentrating on slowing my breathing, as well as my mental stress. A pair of boots entered my perephial vision, they were worn, the laces loose and dangled listlessly off to the side.

I looked up fiercly, my mouth pursed, then thinned when I saw it was him. His greyeyes burned a whole through the atmosphere as he stared straight ahead, I swallowed, my eyes flickered to his head; it was then I noticed his hair was blue. A deep, dark blue; it fell to his collar, shadowing his eyes. I twisted my head slowly to the front, silently wondering how I had never noticed his hair, hoping my ignorance would make him leave.

I said nothing, as did he, we walked in silence. Our feet heavy thuds against the cracked concrete. As time passed I grew increasingly tense, my jaw was clenched; I inched away from him. "what do you want" I whispered angrily. I was angry at myself for letting him get close enough to hurt. his eyes flickered to me, then away. "nothing" his words lilted heavily with a surprisingly Scottish accent. I did not particularly like this answer, I shoved my hands in my pockets and stopped walking.

He did not, he took three more steps before he paused. He looked back at me over his shoulder, his bright eyes calculating, judging. I glared at him, jerked my head back around and took two steps into the street. Lost in my own furious dillusions, a hand grasped my arm and jerked me forcefully back; a car sped past me. the wind swept my hair back, I swallowed the slight fear that bubbled in my stomach and ripped my arm from the grip. I twisted around and stared, "thanks" I bit out in disgust.

I almost died, better for the world that way. My eyes flickered over his shoulder, an old woman smiled softly at us. I grimaced in disgust and shoved him farther away from me; contemplating shoving him in into the next oncoming car. I shook my head, I definitely had problems. "just…don't touch me." I bit out. Edging myself away from him, I walked back down the sidewalk.

he caught up to me, his hands shoved deep in his pockets. the silence irritated me, anger bubbled, threatening to spill over. "why dont you just leave me alone, i dont need you." i snapped suddenly. the wind tugged my hair around in its grasp, i glared furiously at him, hating the feelings he forced me to feel a such a short span of time.

his gaze pierced me, paralyzing my thoughts. "who said you needed me? im the one who needs you." the words sunk deep into my skin, pentrating the wall around my thoughts. words escaped me, i stared sharply at him. my eyes flickering over his face, watching for tell tale signs of lies. i found none, it disturbed me. i waved a hand dismissivly at him, "Bah Humbug, you dont need me. no one needs me."

"Au Contraire mon petit cheri. je te besoin." the french words rolled of his tongue like sweet necter. i hated honeyed words and babied phrases. i hissed as he reached out towards me, jerking my head back i stepped back a step. i shook my head, "no" i took off, i ran like i always did

too close, too close, the warning bells alarmed in my head. i could still feel his touch, it burned my skin like scalding carress, i flinched as the memory bid me.