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Topic Started: Jul 25 2016, 03:31 AM (381 Views)
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((Rea Adams, continued from Early Morning, Early Days))

Where the hell was she? Some park, or something. She had just wandered off, exploring the town while her family got settled in, and then suddenly she was in the middle of nowhere in a backwater town in the middle of the desert a couple of dozen miles from the nearest city. What were her parents thinking, moving here? Her newly found friend Ben probably said it best: everyone I ever ask says: 'We fell in love the miles of fucking rocks and blistering desert wind shear'.

To top it all off, she knew absolutely bloody no one here. Unfamiliar faces passed her by as she struggled to navigate the winding streets of the town.

Dammit. It was going to be dark soon, and she didn't want anyone back home to worry. Her parents had enough stress from their jobs as it is.

As she passed through the park, she noticed a boy sitting on one of the park benches, apparently listening to music, which she could tell from the headphones. Hadn't she seen him around before? Yeah, he was from Cochise, wasn't he? Maybe he'd be able to help her out with her predicament.

She walked over to him.

"Hey, you there." No response. "Hey! Hello?" Still nothing. Rea was growing increasingly annoyed by this boy, who for whatever reason was completely ignoring her. "Okay, look mate, I'm just asking for directions-" And yet he continued to ignore her. How dare he.

She grabbed hold of them and ripped them out of his ears.

"Hey! I'm talking to you!"
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Well, that was a mistake.

So, after violently ripping the headphones from his ears, it turned out that she had inadvertently angered the incredible hulk. She was taller than nearly all of the boys at her school, but this guy was even taller than her, which was certainly a concern for her, especially when he was looking at her like that. As if he was about to reduce her to a thin red paste spread across the grass. It went without saying that she probably had to choose her next few words carefully.

"Sorry if I'm intruding on your private concert there," she began, trying to hide the hesitation in her voice. She had a feeling that this guy could lift her using one hand, looking at those muscles. He completely dwarfed her because of them. Bloody hell, he nearly blotted out the sun.

"I was just wondering if you could tell me where I'm currently standing. I'm kinda new here, and I've just lost my way."

She winced, not expecting him to actually attack her, but just instinctively preparing herself. Just in case.

He looked menacing enough.
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So, apparently spending time with the "yanks" as he'd called them would soften her accent. Which was a shame, really. Of course she didn't really notice it, but a few other people had commented on it, and if they thought she sounded British or something, then who was she to complain? She was pretty sure that having an accent here made you more attractive or something. Though if what this guy said was true, she'd be inserting a "y'all" into every other sentence soon.

"I'm going to guess you're not from around here then." Which was obvious, considering the fact that his accent made him sound like the lead in Braveheart. How she didn't notice that before, she had no idea.

"My place is across the road from the medical centre." Incredibly convenient for the family, that. Her mother worked there, and being on call for most of the day meant that being able to drop everything and run across the street to an emergency was of incredible benefit to her. Didn't hurt that the extravagant houses across the road were built for wealthy types like doctors.

"Oh, and since I just told a stranger pretty much the exact location of my house, I guess I should give you my name. It's Rea, by the way. Rea Adams."
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"No one has red hair this naturally dark. Of course I dyed it; I'm a natural brunette-" She stopped short as what he said about the time just a few seconds earlier sunk in. She spun round, and noticed the sun almost beginning to dip below the horizon. This wasn't good. Nightfall in an unfamiliar town was certainly not a favourable scenario. At any other time of day, she'd care more about his comments on leaving a girl by herself, but in the current circumstances it was trivial, at best.

"How far away is the medical centre?" she asked him, desperately trying not to look like there was something wrong. If word about her condition got out, she'd be the laughing stock of the town. Who was still afraid of the dark at her age, anyway? It was something people grew out of when they were five years old. Masking her fear of the dark as fear of being caught out in the nightlife of Brisbane (the Australian version of somewhere like Detroit) worked well back home, but here? Not so much.

Of course, there was the obvious risk of travelling alone with someone who just earlier had looked poised to kill her. She was by no means strong, fit, or in any way athletically able (the mind was more of her department) and if he tried something like robbing her, there wasn't much she could do but hand over her (admittedly cash-filled) wallet and scream in panic. There was nothing she could do about it though. Just had to trust him to lead her to the centre.

"Could you, uh, lead me to it?"

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She froze as she heard those words.

Well he was perceptive, she'd give him that. Some how this random bloke that she'd never seen before in her life had managed to uncover one of her most closely guarded secrets just by looking at her.

"What? No! Of course not, I just..." The park was empty, apart from a few stragglers just now leaving. "How the hell did you find out? Did someone tell you?" Not that she'd told anyone. Not even her close friend Ben Fields knew about it. Yet here was this guy, holding a secret that if it got out could completely ruin her.

"What do you want from me?" He was worse than the snake-blooded slime that her father had to deal with on a daily basis. He wanted something from her. She knew it.

"And whatever it is, can we get a move on to the Centre? Before, you know, the entire place is covered in darkness?"

It was getting colder by the second. Even with her coat, she could feel the chills rippling through her body. And the cold was going to be followed by darkness sooner or later. How the hell did she get herself in this situation? Stranded in the middle of the desert. Night beginning to fall. A strange person she'd just met knowing her secrets. It sounded like the setup to a bloody horror story. No pun intended, of course.

No choice but to follow him back to the centre. Nothing she could do about it now. Sure beat having a nyctophobic breakdown in the middle of the park.
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She trailed along behind him, fuming. Life was just one big hilarious fucking joke for this asshole, wasn't it? He sure seemed to find the uncovering of one of her most closely guarded secrets funny.

"Yes, you can call me Rea. And I don't know what the fuck else I'd want you to call me." Yeah, she was pissed. She didn't usually curse, as long as you didn't count the words "bloody" and "hell" among your list of words you wouldn't say around small children.

"We left everything behind in Australia so my father could continue his work for a corporation. But they chose Kingman specifically because..." She tried to think of an explanation for the decision to move to the middle of the desert. "Well, my best guess is that they threw darts at a map of America and decided that way."

Ugh. He was seconds away from laughing, wasn't he? Pretty much the reaction she expected from someone learning that she was still afraid of the dark at her age. And what the entire school would be doing for the rest of her time there when he got back to it. Which reminded her...

"Hey, you still haven't answered my question. What will it take for you to keep this a secret?"

She didn't notice the streetlights turn on. If they had turned on, night couldn't be any closer.
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If there was ever a time when she was at her most vulnerable, this would be it. He had her in the palm of her hand, knowing a secret that she couldn't deny, and one that she would do anything to protect. If he wanted anything from her then now would be the time to blackmail her. Rea was on a dark street at night, blindly following someone who could very easily overpower her if he wanted to, and yet he'd tried nothing, and promised not to tell anyone that she was afraid of the dark.

Sounded like he was having some troubles at home. Sure, her parents were almost constantly working and she rarely if ever got to see them, but it was nothing compared to what this guy Will must be going through. A divorce, being thrown out of his country for some reason and then being forced to live with people she could already tell he hated.

"What are the chances of us two meeting here? I mean, both our parents forced us to move to America, and of all the desert backwaters in the country we somehow manage to end up in the same dust hole."
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