One on one?

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I've been bored out of my mind recently. Would anyone like to cure my boredom? I normaly one on one with guys, but girls can do, we can just do a non-romantic one.

Everyone had a choice. Did she really think this man was the most evil thing on the face of the Earth? I shake my head, leaning back and letting myself float along the top of the water.

“Well, Cassidy, I think you’re wrong about a few things.” I run a hand through my hair. In reality, if you don’t care as much as this girl makes her father out to, then the legal system really has no control over you kicking someone out. It’s only if they find out are you in trouble.

The thought had gotten me caught in my head for a moment, and I was unsure if she has said anything else after that. I looked up at the stars; the sea wasn’t as rough as it had been before. The water was calm, and my voice was easily carried back to land.

“If he created you, then he loves you.” I rise out of the water, my feet kicking to keep me from falling below the surface.
”There is no kind of affection as perfect as a father to a daughter. In love to our wives there is desire; to our sons, ambition; but to our daughters there is something which there are no words to express.” I smirk, thinking about where I had read such a thing. I had been reading so much that it kind of just stuck when you heard something that was strangely philosophical in of itself.

I narrow my eyes. "Well, he has a strange way of showing it, if he does," I say. I look down at my feet and start shuffling them. Something I had picked up as a nervous habit. "Look," I say, looking back up, "you don't know my father, you don't know the things he's done, or better yet the things he hasn't done." I take a deep breath and let it out slowly. "He was there, but he wasn't," I add quietly, not 100% sure he could hear me.

I can’t believe she hasn’t turned and left with my comments. I watch her as she looks down. I couldn’t hear her from what she said. I shook my head. I know that what I’m saying could be completely wrong, but at the same time, she shouldn’t dwell on things.

“Stop being so down…I-“I don’t know exactly what to say.. I take in a deep breath, “Come swim with me; it’s really quite relaxing”

I shake my head. "No thanks," I say. "I should be going anyway, like you said, it isn't safe." I cross my arms and turn around. I came here to think and someone else just happened to show up, ruining it.

She rejects my offer, making me sigh quietly. I wasn’t going to make her, I didn’t even know her. I ran a hand through my hair, trying to get it to straighten itself out. I watched as she turned.

“Suit yourself; the only one out here is me…” I didn’t wait for a response; I turned, and swam back toward the dock where I had left my clothes.

I turn my head for a second to watch him leave. I sgh and shake my head, turning back around and head home. I wasn't sure if I was going to ever see this guy again, and if I didn't, I'd be fine. The beach had quited down a bit, there was a max of two people out.

I stumble onto the sandy shore right next to the dock. I cough as I rise, walking slowly to the ladder that came down from the wood. I didn’t bother putting anything on. The walk back was all old, smooth wood from years of walking. I pulled my shirt and shoes into hand before starting to walk back toward the shower.

I stuff my hands in my pockets as I near the boardwalk. The boardwalk was empty, a piece of trash blowing by once in a while. The sound of the waves is the only thing that fills my ears. Tonight was a perfect night for thinking, but of course, I got interupted. I probably would of fallen asleep out there, if I could sleep that is.

It’s silent on the boardwalk. I decide that it’s best if I take the long route home. I won’t have to wait up for the next day for very long. I watch the sky as I walk, wondering why I had to scare everyone away. It seems like anytime I get a chance to talk to someone different, they all just run off. I shake my head as I hear the sounds of someone else walking on the boardwalk. I’m not sure who it is, they stick to the shadows and apparently don’t see me. They seem to be quiet, trying to keep undetected. I wonder what they’re trying to do. I see him turn, he doesn’t look at me, but I see that he’s indeed a male. It’s strange to have someone so secretive on the boardwalk at night. I stop, watching him, wondering what he’ll do; wondering what his intentions are.

I continue to walk along the boardwalk, head down, thinking about the events of the day. Today I had run into two people; although, their voices did kind of sound the same. I couldn't be sure though. The sound of silent foot steps near and I turn my head. I wasn't sure, but in the shadows looked to be someone. If I just kept to myself, I wouldn't be noticed; but I couldn't help speeding up just a bit. Coming from a big city, I grew to not trust just anyone out on the street.

I’m silent. I don’t know why, but I feel like something bad could come from this if I didn’t follow the man. He walks, cutting down a side street and onto one of the other main board walk areas. I follow, only if it’s because curiosity and worry that this person could do some real harm.

:: I'm sorry Cass, I thought had had posted on this already

ooc: It's fine!

bic: With my head down, I hear someone clear their throat. I turn my head and see the man who was walking in the shadows. I kept my head down, this guy didn't give me a good vibe, and quicken my foot steps. The sooner I got home, the safer I'd be. "Hey pretty lady," I hear a rough, quite voice behind me and I start to walk faster.

I hear him, it’s not good. I know that someone else is walking down the street. I felt creepy just walking down the street like this. Maybe that’s how he greeted his wife or girlfriend. I would wait. I wasn’t going to jump to conclusions and b completely awkward in a situation I didn’t have to be in. I take in a deep breath, a sigh on my lips. The girl doesn’t stop, and the man quickens his pace. I grunt, following, a sigh on my lips

"Hey, pay attention to me, pretty lady," the man says again. This time though, I ignore him and don't look back. I hear his footsteps spped up and before I know it, a hand is on me. "What's a young thing like you doing out here all alone?" He gives me a wide grin.
I try and pull my arm from his grasp, but he holds on. "Let go of me," I say.
He laughs. "Hmm, on a night time stroll?" He shakes his head. "How about I escort you home?"
"Let. Go. Of. Me," I say through clenched teeth. He digs his nails into my arm. "I said, let go. Don't make me scream."
"Go ahead, scream, no one'll hear you anyway."
He had a point, the boardwalk was bare. What was I going to do? I bite my bottom lip; Lawrence had been right, it wasn't safe.

Something about the scene in front of me makes me hold back. I have to watch; I can’t be wrong. The girl, she’s no match for the freak that is upon her. It’s people like this who give men a bad name. It’s sickening to watch, but I’m close enough now that I can hear what they’re saying.

She doesn’t know him, and oddly, her voice seems familiar. I take only a moment to get closer. Neither of the two struggling hears my light footsteps. I feel like Batman, swooping in to save a damsel. Even in such a scene, the thought makes me half-way smile. There’s no time for that though. I have to help her before something really goes wrong. I can see her now though; she’s the girl from the ocean. She’s the girl who thinks that the world is as simple as love and hate. I smile, this s going to be interesting.

I’m right behind him now; I don’t know how I’m going to go about this. Something about this makes me want to play it up as much as I can. This is the most that’s ever happened on my night-time strolls. Something about that fact calms me into not worrying about the girl. I know that she’ll be alright; I’m here to help her.

I clear my throat behind the man, my hands folded up in front of my bare chest. I wait for the man to turn around.

“I’m pretty sure the young lady asked you to let her go” I force the word young through my lips, giving the girl, and I-told-you-so look from over the man’s shoulder.

"Let go of me," I say, again. But there's no use, his grip strengthens on me.
"Come on, I'll walk you home," he says, a menacing grin covers his face.
But then something happens, I hear a familiar voice. My head snaps up and I see Lawrence standing behind the guy, telling him to let go. The man whips around, still clutching onto my arm. "And who do you think you are? Who little boyfriend?"

He seems to tighten his grip on the girl. Does he really think that he’ll get away with something so vile? His grin is sickeningly sweet as he watches me. I laugh, wondering why exactly he wants to know.

“And what if I am? Either way, you’ll let her go or face the consequences.” Something right out of a comic book that was.I was living it up. The light smile on my lips drops. He actually does think he’ll take her from me.

I can feel his grip losen a little when Lawrence threatens him. "And what do you think you can do?" the guy remarks. "Kill me?" The man laughs. "I was just helping this young lady get home, you know how safe it is out here."

I wait a moment, the word kills shakes me. I have killed before, what would make it so different now? This time, it would be to save someone. I lean over slightly; not losing any of the chill my demeanor seems to have kept as I look into the girl’s eyes.

“Cassidy, do you know this man? Is he really taking you home?” My voice is quizzical as I watch her a moment. I’ll have to fight him, there’s no getting passed it, maybe it’ll be quick, maybe it’ll be easy.

I shake my head. "Of course not," I say. Because every guy I knew liked to hold to me like this guy was.
"It's not nice to lie, Cassidy," the man spits. Him saying my name caused a chill to travel down my spine.
"I'm not lying," I whisper, looking into Lawrence's eyes, willing him to do something.

I felt like screwing with her, just to see that she was wrong before. I take in a short breath, she wasn’t with this man. I look in between them both for a moment before shrugging.

“I guess she’s all yours, Pall” I speak as if nothing’s wrong. I take in a deep breath before turning and walking away. I would come back, I just wanted her to see that sometimes there was good in people.

What was he doing? Was he really going to leave me here? People. "Lawrence, what are you doing?!" I yell.
"Let him leave," the man says, pulling at my arm, willing me to go with him.
"Leave me alone! Get off of me!" I try and pull my arm free, but his grip was to strong. I didn't want to chance pulling my shoulder.

Just what I needed. I need him to get off me. He was occupied with the girl. I smiled quietly, taking in a deep breath as I stop. She fights with him, but there’s a little less fight with her, almost as if she’s lost a little bit of hope. I turn, walking back toward the two as they struggle. I don’t pause this time; I don’t wait to talk to the man. I ball my hand up into a fist. I don’t know how to fight, but I guess now is as good a time as any to learn. I grab his shoulder, yanking him around. I don’t ask questions before swinging, hard, asking contact with his nose. I only hope it’s broken.

I had no idea what this man was going to do to me, but I knew there was probably no sense in my fighting. I wasn't going to win anyway. But, before I get the chance to fight back anyway, Lawrence has his hand on the guy and turns him around. The man, who still has a strong grip on my arm, suddenly lets go. My arm drops to my side. I rotate my shoulder a bit, still good. But I was probably going to feel sore. I watch as Lawrence makes contact with the man's nose and I gasp a sound of surprise, no one had ever done something like this for me.

The force vibrated up my arm and made my hand hurt. I heard a crack and the man gave a yelp, and bent over. I didn’t know what happened, but before I know it, I kick him, hard. I’m not thinking. Adrenaline is coursing through my veins. I can’t keep myself from hitting again as he falls over.

I stop for a moment, looking to the girl. A pool of blood is forming on the ground. It’s hard to tell whether or not the man can even breath. I walk toward the girl, my chest rising and falling harder than I expected.

“Are you alright, Cassidy?”