This shouldn't have happened. Not in a thousand years. Why it did I will never know.
For weeks I have walked my normal walk route to and from the house to the school singing like a rock star. Never have I cared for an audience or even a tutor. Recently I got the feeling I was beeing followed. I never saw any kind of follower or if anyone was following me they appeared only for the day and were not there the next.
After three weeks or so I felt that odd sensation that I was being followed again, except it was more than a sensation. I knew I was being followed I broke off my normal route to a nearby forested housing district. That had been abandoned for a year. (I am a capable fighter and knew I could take on anyone coming for me) After fifteen minutes of walking I knew I was alone with whoever it was. I about faced expecting a thug or sexual predator. I Yelled 'Whoever you are I know you're here so show yourself!' A twig snapped and from be behind an abandoned shed emerged a freckeled redhead about sixteen or seventeen around 5'8' C cup chest and long legs.
She looked embarrassed to have been caught. It took me a few minutes to realize who she was. She was the closest thing I had to a friend. I took a step back out of shock. She moved forward. 'Chris I heard your singing. Why haven't you shown it off?' Her voice carried sorrow to it. I sighed. This was a confrontation. 'I am not going to show this to anyone because it only opens up another weakness to be exploited! It is my way of calming down after another day in that torture center called my house! Not some cheap trick to flaunt!' She stepped forward again. 'You're lying.' She said 'STOP IT!' I yelled. Fear was crawling into me. My convictions were being broken by a girl who should not have seen so quickly through my mental illusion. She walked up to me backed me into a tree. 'Please. Let me love you.' She moved in for a kiss. I wanted to run to push her away. Her lips met mine. I couldn't resist. She broke the kiss. 'I want you.' she moaned. I touched her shoulder. ' I... I don't know what to say.' I must end it here. Part 2 tommorow.