Angeleyz
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Huddled under a tree, arms wrapped around herself trying to hug close the latest vestiges of heat from her rapidly cooling body, she tried unsuccessfully to keep her teeth from chattering as the cold, driving rain picked up speed. She couldn't believe the way her luck was going lately - first losing her job a month ago, then the airlines losing her luggage on the flight over and now the stupid fight with Derek which had ended with her storming away from the picturesque overlook to cool down, never expecting him to just take off like that.
Her father, God rest his soul, had always said she should have been born a redhead as opposed to her almost jet-black mop. 'Red is God's way of saying warning, warning' he would tease her when her temper would flare, 'and goodness knows you need to come with a label'. But it had been a long time since it had erupted as it did after she had listened to Derek and his angry comments. She sniffled, remembering his unfounded accusations. She had never once looked at another man in the three years they had been dating, let alone flirted with one. However, that hadn't stopped his litany of complaints as he enumerated all his 'evidence', which he apparently had been collecting since the odd occurrence at the airport.
It wasn't like she had run into the group of men on purpose. One minute she had been looking down at the map, trying to figure out where the baggage claim area was, and the next she had bounced off what felt like a brick wall before strong hands had steadied her. Outside of murmuring an apology she hadn't said anything else, flummoxed by the way the trio had looked at her so strangely. Although there was something about the tallest one that had caused a shiver to run down her spine, and Derek was insistent that she had done or said something as they had continued to stare after her long after she had walked away.
And then there were the damned dreams that had followed since that day. Dreams that left her tossing and turning, restlessly moving about and murmuring some guy's name. Dreams she had absolutely no recollection of when awaking, and dreams that left her so utterly drained she almost feared going to sleep.
Shivering violently, she peered into the growing darkness, hoping she'd see headlights signaling Derek's return. The woods around her were starting to freak her out, convinced that there was at least one set of glowing eyes staring at her, and she wished she hadn't lost her temper with him instead of discussing his insecurities in a calm, rational manner.
Her father, God rest his soul, had always said she should have been born a redhead as opposed to her almost jet-black mop. 'Red is God's way of saying warning, warning' he would tease her when her temper would flare, 'and goodness knows you need to come with a label'. But it had been a long time since it had erupted as it did after she had listened to Derek and his angry comments. She sniffled, remembering his unfounded accusations. She had never once looked at another man in the three years they had been dating, let alone flirted with one. However, that hadn't stopped his litany of complaints as he enumerated all his 'evidence', which he apparently had been collecting since the odd occurrence at the airport.
It wasn't like she had run into the group of men on purpose. One minute she had been looking down at the map, trying to figure out where the baggage claim area was, and the next she had bounced off what felt like a brick wall before strong hands had steadied her. Outside of murmuring an apology she hadn't said anything else, flummoxed by the way the trio had looked at her so strangely. Although there was something about the tallest one that had caused a shiver to run down her spine, and Derek was insistent that she had done or said something as they had continued to stare after her long after she had walked away.
And then there were the damned dreams that had followed since that day. Dreams that left her tossing and turning, restlessly moving about and murmuring some guy's name. Dreams she had absolutely no recollection of when awaking, and dreams that left her so utterly drained she almost feared going to sleep.
Shivering violently, she peered into the growing darkness, hoping she'd see headlights signaling Derek's return. The woods around her were starting to freak her out, convinced that there was at least one set of glowing eyes staring at her, and she wished she hadn't lost her temper with him instead of discussing his insecurities in a calm, rational manner.